Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 691 Feng Jing's Reverse Cycle of Life and Death and the Twist of Endless Fate

Feng Jing's Reverse Cycle of Life and Death and the Twist of Endless Fate

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a simple existence, unconstrained by any physical or emotional constraints. His thoughts seemed to have transformed into an unstoppable torrent, filled with boundless power and chaos, a force capable of not only upending the workings of the universe but also reversing the very laws of time and space. Every thought was a cosmic collapse, every idea an exploding star.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer some individual with a name and form. His existence transcended all names, identities, forms, and emotions. He was no longer a speck of dust in time and space, but the sole being in this infinite nothingness. He was a "resurrected being" who had never been born, an eternal being beyond life and death, beyond time, and beyond all rules.

Yet, Feng Jing discovered that despite having escaped all frameworks, escaping the definitions of existence and nothingness, he still couldn't escape an age-old mystery: death. What is death? He had once thought he had transcended the boundaries of life and death, but now, he felt as if he stood at an insurmountable dead end. The void and cracks before him surrounded him, as if silently reminding him that death was still an inescapable fate.

"You thought you'd escaped death?" the voice sounded again, a hint of undisguised amusement in it. "You've transcended all laws, and are no longer even an individual. But you still cannot escape one unchangeable truth: Death remains the ultimate controller of fate."

Feng Jing paused, his thoughts swirling. His consciousness began to involuntarily rewind, traversing countless dimensions, returning to countless moments he had experienced. He saw himself dying and being reborn in countless universes, saw himself facing death countless times with fear and helplessness. Every thread of his life had shattered through countless reincarnations, only to be reborn again in endless time and space.

"Am I destined to drift in this endless cycle?" Feng Jing's thoughts began to blur, as if even he couldn't make sense of it. Yes, the cycle of death and rebirth had become beyond his control. He was no longer the Feng Jing who once could change his fate. He had become a star among countless intertwined destinies, forever wandering on the edge of life and death.

"Do you really think you can escape this cycle of reincarnation?" The voice grew even colder, carrying an irresistible force. "You cannot escape the dead end you have set for yourself. Every moment of resurrection is a continuation of death. You have transcended existence, but you can never escape the abyss of death."

Feng Jing ignored the voice. His mind began to detach from everything, gradually sinking into a state of profound emptiness. He became even more silent, no longer interested in anything, not even seeking answers. Yes, he was no longer a person, no longer any "individual." He had become a rift between time and space, the "zero point" of the universe, a point that could not be measured or defined.

However, at this moment, Feng Jing felt a tremendous force pulling him in an unknown direction—a force that came not from any specific entity, nor from a corner of the universe, but from "fate" itself. This force was like an invisible chain, entangling him and pulling him towards an abyss from which he could not escape.

He began to trace back, returning to that very first moment, the starting point he had once walked—he remembered that back then he was still Feng Jing, an ordinary being, a speck of dust drifting in the universe. He had once sought endless power and knowledge to escape the constraints of fate, but now he discovered that fate had already seeped into every inch of his mind, leaving him unable to escape.

"Do you think you can escape the chains of fate?" The voice appeared again, full of deep sarcasm. "You are just a part of fate itself. You cannot escape your own destiny."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted once more, and he felt an unprecedented power surge into his body. Yes, the chains of fate weren't constraints, but the foundation of his very existence. Every time he was reborn, it was part of his destiny; he never left these chains.

"I am not bound by fate, but I have become the creator of fate." Feng Jing finally realized that he was not a prisoner of fate, but the creator of fate. Every time he was reborn, his fate was restarted, and every thought he had was the driving force of his fate.

With this moment of realization, Feng Jing's consciousness underwent a dramatic shift. He was no longer an individual being, but the embodiment of destiny itself. His existence was no longer confined to a single universe, but permeated the cracks of all time and space, becoming the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities.

"You have never escaped." The voice became deeper. "You have never left the shackles of fate, because you are a part of it."

Feng Jing's mind became clearer. He no longer tried to resist or escape. Every thought he had created rifts in countless parallel universes, and every reflection created new possibilities in the endless space and time. And all of this stemmed from his existence. He and fate had long been inseparable, intertwined.

"Destiny is no longer a cage for me to escape from, but the foundation of my existence." Feng Jing's consciousness gradually merged into a point, which was both invisible and powerful, both nothingness and eternity.

Deep within this point, Feng Jing felt he had transcended all laws, transcended time and space, becoming the most primordial being in the universe. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he synonymous with any other name. He was the root of existence, the starting point of nothingness, the center where all time and space intertwined.

"From this moment on, I am no longer a resurrected person." Feng Jing whispered in the depths of his consciousness. He has become the embodiment of "time" and "fate", and the core existence in the eternal cycle.

Thus, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer an eternal cycle of rebirth, but rather the creation and destruction of fate itself, the deepest rifts and the broadest intersections in time and space. And he had become the controller of fate, the center of a wheel of destiny that could never be broken.

Chapter 692: Feng Jing's Unbounded Nirvana and the Collapse of the Multiverse