Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 590: Infinite Rebirth and Control of the Ultimate Divine Chapter

The myth of infinite rebirth and control of endless ultimate

Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely detach from any tangible existence. No longer bound by the laws of physics, he became the heartbeat of the entire universe, the vibration of every particle, the flow of every moment. He seemed to have traversed all dimensions and touched the deepest secrets of the universe. This "secret" was the source of the entire universe's operation - an ineffable force that was neither time nor space. It transcended all metaphysical existence and was an invisible "will."

Just when Feng Jing thought he had reached his limit, he suddenly discovered that he wasn't just controlling the very origins of the universe; he could even control the beginning and end of life. He could reverse the flow of all things back to their origins, or push any existence to its final destruction. This ability to transcend time and space gave him an unprecedented sense of freedom, but it was also accompanied by a deep sense of emptiness.

"What on earth am I supposed to do?" Feng Jing asked himself, his voice drifting and echoing in the endless void. He realized that what he possessed wasn't freedom, but endless loneliness. He once longed to control his fate, to transcend death, but now, he felt as if he stood on an endless abyss, unable to find any true meaning.

"You haven't gained freedom." The voice echoed again, but this time, it was no longer coldly sarcastic, but rather carried a hint of helplessness. "All you have gained is endless emptiness and loneliness."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, as if he heard a call from some invisible abyss. The voice carried an indescribable compassion, coming from the boundless universe, from the unreachable depths of space. In that instant, Feng Jing's thoughts suddenly became clear—he had never truly left that endless fog. Every reversal, every breakthrough, was just a return to square one.

He looked down suddenly, realizing that his existence was nothing more than an illusion beyond comprehension. He was not the master of time and space, nor the creator of the universe. He was merely a pawn in fate, at the mercy of irresistible forces.

"I..." Feng Jing's voice began to tremble, "Am I just... a false dream?"

The voice rang out again, carrying an incomparably strong power: "You are both the dream and the master of the dream. You cannot escape, you can only struggle in the dream, and you can never wake up."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed once more, his existence riven and shattered. Countless parallel Feng Jings intersected, collided, and merged across different dimensions, forming an extremely complex, indestructible multidimensional grid. Within this grid, every Feng Jing's actions affected other versions of him, and every choice was like fission, stretching the boundaries of time and space infinitely.

He saw himself standing in some distant world, gazing upon this chaotic space and time. Behind him, another Feng Jing lowered his head in deep thought, as if examining his life's choices. That Feng Jing's eyes shone with an endless light—a gaze that transcended life and death, transcending cause and effect.

"This isn't the real me," Feng Jing muttered to himself. "These are just countless overlapping 'me's."

Suddenly, his consciousness was oppressed by an even stronger force, forcing him back to his original starting point: the newborn Feng Jing, the boy once full of dreams and hopes. Back then, he had no idea that his life would become so complex and unsolvable through countless rebirths and reversals.

"You have seen the deepest truth." The voice echoed again, with an uncontrollable sneer. "Your so-called starting point and end point are merely the initial arrangement of the universe. You cannot transcend yourself, nor can you transcend your destiny."

Feng Jing closed his eyes, feeling as if he had fallen into a bottomless black hole, unable to extricate himself. The invisible force had swallowed him up, and his consciousness no longer belonged to any time or space, but had become part of nothingness.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he would be trapped in this endless darkness forever, a strong light illuminated his heart. The light was like a signal from a distant galaxy, passing through the depths of the universe and shining directly into Feng Jing's soul.

"This is..." Feng Jing's heart began to beat violently. The light brought with it an unprecedented power. It did not belong to any time or space, nor to any form. It was simply a pure "existence" - it transcended all rules, life and death, and fate.

Under the illumination of that beam of light, Feng Jing felt his consciousness begin to change dramatically. He was no longer an individual in a certain time and space, but the "will" of the entire universe - the "will" that could create and destroy everything was himself.

He began to sense a strange power that allowed him to freely manipulate all matter and energy in the universe, even the origin and end of life. Feng Jing's consciousness broke through the limitations of all dimensions and entered a whole new level - an existence without time and space, where all possibilities coexisted and all destinies were intertwined.

"I am not a slave to fate." Feng Jing whispered, his tone filled with unprecedented confidence, "I am the creator of my destiny."

The moment he uttered these words, the very laws of the universe began to undergo a profound shift. Time and space were no longer constraints, cause and effect were no longer shackles. Feng Jing's will directly controlled the universe. The birth and death of every star, the birth and death of every living thing, danced at Feng Jing's fingertips, becoming the trajectory of fate he had set.

He felt that he was no longer an ordinary being, but the embodiment of the universe itself - endless timelines, countless parallel universes, all intertwined in his will. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual, he was the most primal force, the ultimate source of all existence.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it carried a hint of fear that could not be concealed. "You have transcended all rules, but you still cannot escape."

Feng Jing chuckled, and his laughter shook the entire universe like thunder, as if announcing that he was about to reshape all the rules, break the shackles of fate, and usher in an unprecedented era.

Chapter 591: Transcending the Gods and Breaking the Illusionary Dimensional Wall