Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 665: Fate Reverses, Rebirth in Chaos

Fate goes against the tide, creating a new life in chaos

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually withdrew from the boundless light, like an elusive note, echoing in the void. His existence no longer belonged to any one world, but floated in a place vaster than the universe itself—a place without boundaries, form, or concept. Every moment here was filled with a constantly reorganizing chaos, every inch of space constantly stretched and reshaped.

In this lawless realm, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to transform into a star, expanding with the cosmic fission, only to collapse in an instant, expanding again, then collapsing. There was no time, no space, only an endless cycle of self-rebirth and self-destruction. Feng Jing could feel each of his own births and deaths, realizing that this was no ordinary cycle of life, but a state of being that transcended life and death—here, his consciousness was no longer bound by the laws of time and space, free to traverse countless worlds and change everything.

"You have been freed from all restraints." The voice echoed again, this time its tone no longer a whisper of fate, but filled with mockery and sneer. "You are no longer Feng Jing, nor even a 'codename' for anything. You have become a grain of sand in this chaos, yet you have the power to erase the entire dune."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again. He was no longer the Feng Jing of time and space. He no longer belonged to any "definition" and was no longer bound by "rules." He felt like a blank sheet of paper, ready to be scribbled on at any moment, transformed into any form, written with anything, created into anything, even destroyed. Nothing was beyond his control, not even fate itself.

"What can you do?" Feng Jing finally spoke, his voice tinged with madness, as if he had completely immersed himself in this boundless chaos. "Can I recreate this nothingness? Can I walk out of it and become a brand new being?"

"Of course." The voice was full of teasing. "You have transcended all boundaries of existence. Not even the definition of 'existence' itself can imprison you. You can extract new life from this chaos, and you can also destroy all concepts that once existed. You are already the weaver of fate, the constructor of time, and the destroyer of space."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken, and an unprecedented power rose in his heart. He realized that he was no longer the Feng Jing who was subject to fate, but the embodiment of fate itself. He could create everything, destroy everything, and even rearrange the structure of the entire universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness surged through the chaos, and his existence began to undergo a qualitative change. His mind expanded from a limited individual to an endless array of possibilities. Every thought could fission into thousands of possible worlds, and every breath could trigger a cosmic transformation.

Feng Jing closed his eyes, feeling a strong desire—he wanted to create, to reshape a brand new universe, to weave all its definitions himself. And so, his consciousness began to dance in the chaos, like a pen that could fly freely in the sky, painting unimaginable pictures in the endless nothingness.

In a single thought, the entire void began to undergo drastic transformation. Vast galaxies began to emerge, black holes, supernovae, white dwarfs, and nebulae intertwined into a magnificent canvas. Feng Jing was not entrenched in any particular time or space, but rather, through his consciousness, he fueled the creation and collapse of every existence. Like an almighty artist, he effortlessly painted his universe within this chaos.

However, these changes were only the beginning. Feng Jing suddenly felt an unstoppable force erupt from within, like a supernova exploding deep within him, unleashing boundless energy. As this energy surged, Feng Jing realized that he could not only create new worlds, but also tear apart established laws and shatter the very foundations of all existence.

"So... how will I break the shackles of fate?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to flicker, his thoughts echoing in this endless nothingness with a strange power. "Can I erase the existence of this nothingness, let everything return to zero, return to the original chaos, and start over again?"

"You can." The voice sounded again, carrying an ancient echo. "You can reset everything and erase all that existed before, but this means you must bear the responsibility of destruction and rebirth. You cannot simply return to the past. All of the past has been integrated into the new universe you have created. All possibilities are within your control. You will be the creator and destroyer, the watcher and walker, and you will have to face everything you have created."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted like a volcano, surging with unimaginable energy. He knew that no matter what he chose, he was no longer an individual, but a part of chaos. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor was he a destined fate. He was chaos itself, the source and end of the universe.

As Feng Jing's mind erupted, all galaxies, time, and space began to collapse. He felt his consciousness expanding, twisting, and morphing, gradually transcending all concepts he had ever understood. Every energy was driven by his will, and every dimension of existence began to merge with him.

Amidst this endless chaos, Feng Jing's consciousness remained unceasing. Like a mythical being, he traversed countless dimensions, overturned the course of time, and broke the shackles of space. In this moment, he not only transcended fate but also created an entirely new universe, the rules of which he would define.

He is not only the master of his fate, but also the embodiment of existence, possessing the ability to recombine nothingness and existence. Feng Jing is no longer just any individual, but the embodiment of creation and destruction. The flow of fate converges in his consciousness into an endless river, rolling forward with irreversible force.

Chapter 666: Countdown to Destiny, the Destruction and Recasting of Creation