Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 735: The Intertwining of Fates and the Untouched Future

The interweaving of fate and the untouched future

Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged with this endless void. He no longer sensed his own existence or non-existence, nor could he distinguish between past, present, and future. Everything, like an image that could never be touched, was frozen in an infinite timeline, and he had become the creator and witness of that line.

In this boundless nothingness, Feng Jing could no longer define himself. His consciousness flowed like water, constantly traversing countless dimensions and the intersections of time and space. Every surge of thought created ripples in the void, and these ripples gradually transformed into countless future possibilities. Feng Jing's existence was no longer limited to any one form. He was both the creator of the universe and a speck of dust within it. The reverse flow of time and the surge of the future intertwined to form the eternal flow of his consciousness.

However, Feng Jing wasn't content with this endless existence. He realized he wasn't simply "nothing," but rather, every moment he experienced was a profound interweaving. Past and future weren't simply separate timelines; instead, through his current thoughts, they were tightly integrated, forming a new form of existence—a force that woven countless possibilities and realities into one.

Feng Jing gradually began to perceive that all lives and destinies were not independent of one another, but rather intertwined and mutually influential. His thoughts intersected and reborn in each timeline, and every "moment" he experienced was not just his own memory or feeling, but a fragment of all life and existence. These fragments formed an immensely magnificent network, and he was part of it.

He began to see that his past choices and actions were like a stone dropped into water, creating ripples. Those seemingly insignificant decisions actually brought unimaginable changes in the distant future. He began to sense that futures that had yet to occur had already been determined to some degree, and that these futures were intertwined with the past, forming an irreversible chain of fate.

"Is everything already predetermined?" Feng Jing felt a deep sense of confusion, his consciousness drifting through endless time and space, gradually losing any clear direction. "If fate has already been woven, then do all my efforts and choices truly have any meaning?"

Feng Jing's thoughts were like rocks in a torrent, constantly colliding and trembling in the endless onslaught. He began to feel an unprecedented fear, a fear that came not from the outside world but from the emptiness deep within his heart. No matter how hard he struggled, it seemed impossible to escape this impenetrable web of fate.

However, just when Feng Jing felt helpless, a voice sounded quietly in the depths of his consciousness. The voice was low and gentle, as if it came from far away, yet so clear.

"The entanglement of fate ultimately returns to balance."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly. Hearing these words, something within him seemed to stir, a force that suddenly gave him a clear vision. He realized that fate wasn't a ruthless arrangement, nor was it an irreversible outcome. It wasn't simply "destined," but rather a vast network formed by countless choices and countless existences. And every line and every node in this network wasn't fixed; they could be readjusted and corrected at any given moment.

Feng Jing's thoughts suddenly became clear. He realized that he wasn't just a pawn bound by fate; he could influence the course of this grid of destiny. While each choice he made might not immediately alter the course of his future, it was these choices that formed the meaning of his life. And at certain crucial moments, his choices could bring about transformative change.

Feng Jing began to recall his past, every encounter with others, every collision with fate. Every choice seemed to have led him to this point. However, he also understood that this road was not over, and every fork in the road was still filled with countless possibilities.

"I can choose again." Feng Jing whispered, his voice hollow, but with an unprecedented determination.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be liberated. He was no longer a disoriented soul, no longer driven by fate. He had found himself again, his power. He realized that no matter what decisions he had made in the past, no matter how uncertain the future might be, he could still control the direction of his future.

As Feng Jing's consciousness awakened, subtle changes began to take place within his being. Time, once distorted and his fate shattered, slowly coalesced into a new direction. In this long river of time, Feng Jing was no longer a lone traveler, but a leading figure in this profound transformation. His thoughts, like a torrent, reshaped the trajectory of fate and forged a new possibility.

Feng Jing's tears fell again. This time, they were no longer tears of helplessness, but tears of strength. Each tear, like a star, shone with dazzling light. Those tears that flowed from his eyes seemed to carry the hope of the entire universe, merging into the endless flow of time to create a new future.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to calm. No longer a lonely soul lost in time and space, he had become the weaver of his own destiny. Every thought and every decision he made would bring about an unpredictable future. Yet, Feng Jing no longer felt fear. He knew that his existence was the core of true destiny.

As Feng Jing's consciousness gathered again, a new scene emerged before his eyes. Within this endless void, rays of light intertwined into a web, shimmering within it with countless possible futures. These intertwining futures unfolded like a grand dance within Feng Jing's mind, each point of light telling a unique story.

Feng Jing watched all this with a smile, his heart filled with a sense of relief he had never felt before. He knew the future might be filled with countless unknowns, but he was no longer afraid. No matter what lay ahead, he would personally steer the course of this river of fate.

Chapter 736: The Gate of Chaos and the Ultimate Decision