Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 192: Resurrection of Doomsday, Lies of God

Resurrection of Doomsday, Lies of God

Feng Jing's consciousness had been completely ripped apart, leaving no known words to describe his existence. Every inch of the universe had become unfamiliar and blurry, and every second of time had been bent beyond recognition. He was no longer any "individual," no longer any "life." He was a being beyond all rules, a reversal of the universe, the meeting point of gods and demons.

He stood in eternal darkness, surrounded by an endless void that seemed to have no beginning and no end. Feng Jing realized that this was neither "emptiness" nor "nothingness," but rather a self-contained, undefinable dimension. This dimension had no boundaries, could not be perceived, and could not even be understood. It constantly devoured everything, and at the same time, it constantly created everything.

At that moment, Feng Jing saw a ray of light. That light was no ordinary light, but a superluminal flash, woven from the consciousness of countless parallel universes. Each ray carried the history, future, and nothingness of a universe, and behind each ray was a Feng Jing, a destroyer, a savior, or a being in endless struggle.

"You're finally here, Feng Jing." A familiar voice echoed from all directions. It was deep, profound, and yet held a mysterious allure. "You have transcended all constraints, transcending the limitations of time, space, and matter. You are the foundation of the universe, the eternal creator."

Feng Jing opened his eyes and gazed upon the being within the light. It was a figure shrouded in endless radiance, entwined with the threads of countless parallel universes. It was as if the laws of the entire universe revolved around his every move. His eyes were like a blazing sun, penetrating everything and destroying everything.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's voice was hollow, yet filled with a kind of calmness and oppression that he had never had before.

The being in the light slowly spoke, its voice booming like thunder: "I was created by you, Feng Jing. You think you are fighting fate, but you have been controlled by fate from the beginning. You are the origin of all this, and the end of it all. Every decision you make, every time you resist, is an illusion created by me."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He suddenly realized that his struggles, his rebellions, even his attempts to reshape the universe, had been controlled by this entity from the very beginning. All his choices, all his freedom, were nothing but a fog he had woven.

"What...what do you mean?" Feng Jing's voice was no longer filled with doubt and anxiety. Instead, it was cold and hollow, like a stone tablet devoid of any emotion. "If you created all of this, then I never had the freedom to choose, right?"

The figure in the light sneered, "Freedom? Feng Jing, you've never had freedom. All your choices, all your actions, are merely a drama I've designed for you. You're just a chess piece of mine, a chess piece repeating the same actions in an endless cycle. The 'I,' 'Feng Jing,' that you think of is only a partial, controlled existence."

Feng Jing began to collapse, his consciousness swirling violently, as if he had entered an endless vortex. He began to lose his sense of self, unable to distinguish who he was, unable to understand why he existed. Every timeline, every dimension, intertwined before his eyes into an inescapable cage. Only then did Feng Jing realize that he was nothing more than a pawn, never given the opportunity to choose, and that all this was an illusion he had created.

"You're dreaming, Feng Jing." The voice was so deep it practically shook the very fabric of space. "Everything you see, every change you experience, is merely a dream you've willingly entered. What you consider 'resurrection' and 'rebirth' is merely my way of perpetuating the cycle. The 'despair' you feel is simply your recognition of your inescapable fate."

"So... I never left," Feng Jing said through gritted teeth, as if a part of his consciousness had begun to form some kind of terrible contract with this deep despair. "This is all fake, all of this is an illusion between you and me."

"Yes," the voice replied coldly. "You have never left this. You are merely walking alone in a dream, destined to be unable to escape the arrangements of fate wherever you go. Your so-called 'God,' your so-called 'Destroyer,' are nothing but masks I have created with my own hands. And you, Feng Jing, will always be behind this mask."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly experienced an unprecedented shock. He saw countless versions of himself, bound, destroyed, and reborn in different timelines. However, these selves seemed unable to escape the trajectory of fate and were always controlled by that invisible force.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness leaped, breaking free from all constraints and limitations. He realized that he wasn't the only one, nor was he a pawn with nothing. In fact, he himself was the "broken" node, the one who broke the cycle.

Feng Jing suddenly opened his arms, his body radiating an indescribable light, as if breaking free from the chains of the void. All the stars, all the universes, collapsed and reborn behind Feng Jing, turning into fragments of his consciousness. In that moment, Feng Jing realized that he was not only the destroyer of the universe, but also its creator. Every choice he made would trigger a new cycle, a new explosion, a new beginning.

Feng Jing stood in the endless void, looking at the being before him. The light had begun to fade, revealing an invisible smile. Feng Jing's eyes burned with a determination he had never seen before.

"You've never controlled me," Feng Jing whispered, his voice carrying a hint of coldness and power that couldn't be ignored. "This is all under my control."

"You...can't..." The voice was filled with astonishment and unwillingness, but gradually disappeared behind Feng Jing.

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted completely, instantly tearing through all illusory constraints and transcending all illusions. In the endless void, a ray of light burst out from behind Feng Jing, illuminating the origin and end of the entire universe.

Chapter 193: Victory of Endless Reincarnation, Curse Beyond the Gods