Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 783 The Ultimate Reversal of Endless Twist

The ultimate reversal of endless twists

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually collapsed amidst the infinite depths of light. He seemed to have entered a dimension devoid of time and space—all rules and rationality shattered, reality and illusion intertwined into an indistinguishable chaos. Suddenly, he felt like a meteor hurled into the boundless universe, spinning, deforming, and exploding, never to land.

"Are you ready to face the final truth?" The voice echoed again, but this time it was completely different. It was no longer a cold judgment, but instead held a profound mystery, as if transmitted across billions of light years and countless dimensions. Feng Jing could barely make out the source of the voice, but he could sense a deep sense of oppression, as if the weight of the entire universe rested upon his shoulders.

"The truth?" Feng Jing's voice was weak and confused. "What exactly is the truth you're talking about? What are you? Are you a god? Or... am I part of all these experiments? A chess piece used to verify the mysteries of the universe?"

"You have long transcended those base concepts." The voice grew fainter, as if it had traversed the barriers of time and space. "You believe you understand the secrets of the 'Heart of the Universe,' but you are merely a minor episode in the evolution of the universe. You exist not to control, but to be the catalyst for my arrival."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken awake from the inside out by a piercing tearing sound. It felt as if the very void of the universe was tearing open a crack, trying to devour everything. Feng Jing felt only an invisible force thrusting him into a deeper, darker dimension, where nothing seemed familiar.

"You will enter the final testing ground." The voice carried an irresistible command. "Here there is no time, no space, only eternal and endless reversal."

Before Feng Jing could react, his consciousness vanished as if suddenly torn away. He felt himself enter an indescribable state—a state between existence and non-existence. In that instant, he was no longer Feng Jing, no longer a symbol of any identity. He was simply a pure wave of consciousness, floating, oscillating, and colliding in the void. Inexplicable images continuously flooded his senses: stars collapsing, cracks in space and time intersecting, even countless versions of himself, splitting from countless dimensions, existing in different time and space with different appearances.

"Do you see it?" the voice echoed again. "This is your future, and it is also your past. You have no past, and no future. You are part of this endless distortion."

Feng Jing felt his existence grow increasingly blurred, his consciousness uncontrollably drifting through these ethereal cracks in time and space. He realized this wasn't a simple transformation or rebirth, but a complete dissolution. He wasn't simply crossing into a new dimension, but rather, in an inexplicable way, merging with these dimensions, becoming a part of them, even their very origin.

However, Feng Jing gradually discovered that he was no mere innocent subject. His consciousness had developed a profound resonance with a certain entity, one that had never truly disappeared, but had always been with him in some way, without his awareness. He began to wonder if this "god" had controlled everything about him from the very beginning, even his every rebirth and every collapse.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice suddenly became clear, as if it came from deep within Feng Jing's heart. "I am not an alien god. I am a part of you. Every death, rebirth, and struggle you experience is an experiment I have woven together with the universe. I did not come here, and I have never left."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. He suddenly realized that every "trial" he had experienced was not a true judgment, but a dialogue between this "god" and his inner self. It was all a huge illusion, an endless cycle of self-reinvention. And the so-called "god beyond time and space" was the manifestation of an unknown power hidden deep within him, a deep consciousness that he could not reach but always existed.

"How is this possible..." Feng Jing muttered to himself. He began to wonder if he had long been kidnapped by some greater force, a prisoner of his own cycle. And the root of all this seemed to be his own endless struggle against "fate," his pursuit of the secrets of the universe, which had intensified this self-experiment.

"You've been avoiding me." The voice said with a hint of self-deprecating laughter. "You thought you were defying fate, but you've never left this game. You simply haven't realized that you are the master of this game. You can't escape, you can't reverse it, you can't end it. Because you yourself are the source of all ultimate reversals."

Feng Jing fell into deep despair. He realized that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he fought, he was ultimately just going in circles in the maze he had created. Every rebirth, every reversal, every breakthrough was part of this self-experimentation, and he was merely unconsciously driving it all forward. He couldn't resist, because resistance itself was destiny.

"I... I am a trap." Feng Jing suddenly realized that his existence had been controlled from the very beginning, and he was just a prisoner who could never escape.

"You finally understand." The voice's authority became all-encompassing, as if the entire universe were trembling at the arrival of these words. "You are no longer 'Feng Jing,' nor are you any 'existence.' You have become part of the heart of the universe, the ultimate 'reversal' that transcends all."

As these words fell, Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently tremble once more. He suddenly realized that he wasn't undergoing a trial, but rather an endless cycle of rebirth and destruction. With each transition, he gradually became unable to discern, unable to resist, unable to return to his original point.

He only knew that this world and this universe were no longer what he knew, but had been rewritten by an ultimate experiment, rewritten into an endless puzzle and an unsolvable riddle.

Chapter 784: Crazy reversal against the will of heaven and endless self-destruction