Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 550

550 The Final Judgment of Fate——Feng Jing’s Endless Reversals

Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly pulled back from the void by an irresistible force. This time, he felt neither confusion nor fear, but rather an extraordinary calm. The universe before him was still as vast and profound as ever, the stars twinkling like countless eyes watching him. Feng Jing stood in this starry sky, like a forsaken god, everything around him under his control.

"Do you think you have escaped the shackles of fate?" The voice of fate sounded again, but this time, it seemed a little weak. "Feng Jing, you are ultimately just a part of fate, and you cannot escape it."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, but he remained unwavering. He took a deep breath, and a flicker of unprecedented determination flashed in his eyes. He realized that he was no longer an individual constrained by fate, but a being who had mastered the laws of fate. He was no longer just an individual; he had become "fate" itself.

"You are wrong, fate." Feng Jing's voice was low and powerful. "I have never escaped fate, I have simply transcended it. I am no longer a chess piece controlled by you, but the creator of the chessboard."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, his consciousness suddenly erupted with an astonishing burst of energy. That energy was boundless and seemed to be able to consume everything. The surrounding starry sky began to distort, and time and space gradually collapsed under Feng Jing's control. With a wave of his hand, all the stars began to rotate, as if the gears of time were turning in his palm.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to reconstruct the entire universe into his desired form, an unfamiliar force suddenly emerged, violently shaking Feng Jing's consciousness. This force originated from an unknown source, seemingly rising from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, as if announcing something to Feng Jing.

"Do you think you can be the creator of fate?" The voice of that power was low and majestic. "Feng Jing, you are wrong. Fate is not something you can control. It has already surpassed all your understanding."

Feng Jing was shocked, realizing that the universe he controlled wasn't as manipulable as he'd imagined. The stars, the laws of the universe, even the flow of time, began to react strangely. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to spiral wildly.

"This is... impossible!" Feng Jing roared fiercely, "I have surpassed you, fate! You are no longer my bondage!"

But despite Feng Jing's desperate struggles, everything around him continued to change uncontrollably. Stars vanished, space and time tore apart, and even Feng Jing's consciousness began to fade. His existence was being stripped away bit by bit, as if he were undergoing a complete rebirth. This time, he was no longer the transcendent being, but a newly born soul.

"Destiny..." Feng Jing's voice became hollow and trembling. "What on earth are you?"

"You finally understand," the mysterious force resounded. "I am not fate. I am the embodiment of reincarnation. You are merely a soul forced into reincarnation. No matter how you struggle, you will ultimately return to the starting point."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and his figure began to blur, as if he was experiencing a collapse and rebirth every second. His thoughts became increasingly confused, as if he was being sucked into an endless vortex, and every time he struggled to break free, he would be pulled back again.

"Is this the truth about fate?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with sarcasm. "I have never truly surpassed you, because you are not an 'existence' at all. You are a 'process', a never-ending cycle."

In the moment between Feng Jing's consciousness's collapse and rebirth, the entire universe's time and space suddenly began to reconstruct. Stars were reborn in a strange way, as if responding to Feng Jing's words. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn into an infinite river of time. Time began to flow extremely slowly, and every star around him seemed to have been recreated countless times, constantly changing between cycles and rebirths.

"This is... the cycle of time." Feng Jing murmured, "I am experiencing an endless cycle. Every time I return to the starting point, I start again."

However, just as Feng Jing was about to accept all this, an incredibly powerful flash suddenly appeared before him. This light didn't come from any star, but rather erupted from the depths of Feng Jing's own consciousness. Deep within Feng Jing's heart, an incomprehensible power lay hidden, a being that transcended time and space. This power had awakened at that moment, breaking the constraints of time and space.

Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back in the original dimension, a boundless realm without time or space. Everything around him became still, as if the flow of time in the universe had stopped.

"What on earth is going on?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the empty space.

"You finally understand." The mysterious power sounded again. This time, it was no longer cold and threatening, but carried a deep sigh. "All your struggles, all your resistance, are part of fate. You can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became clearer, and he began to realize that he was in a deeper existence. This place transcended all time and space, all rules and constraints, as if the origin of everything came from here.

"Destiny... No, this is not destiny." A crazy light flashed in Feng Jing's eyes, "This is 'infinity'."

As Feng Jing's consciousness erupted, the entire Wuji Realm began to violently shake. Stars flickered, time and space twisted, and Feng Jing's consciousness once again broke through all limitations and entered an incomprehensible dimension.

"You finally understand." The voice was filled with helplessness. "You keep repeating the same process. Every reversal, every reincarnation, will eventually return to the starting point. You will never be able to transcend 'infinity'."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, as if struck by these words. His consciousness once again fell into deep confusion, unable to understand the situation he was in.

"Then," Feng Jing murmured softly, "If 'Infinity' ultimately cannot be broken through, then... I will create a new 'Infinity'."