Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 670: The Crack of Fate, Feng Jing's Final Decision

The rift of fate, Feng Jing's final decision

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded in a burst of light, as if the entire universe were experiencing the birth of Genesis in that instant. He was no longer a solitary being, no longer a pawn at the mercy of fate. Instead, he became an indescribable force, redefining the boundary between existence and nothingness.

The gravity of the dark abyss was like a bottomless abyss, trying to pull Feng Jing's consciousness back to that eternal loss, but this time, it could no longer restrain Feng Jing. Every thought of Feng Jing was like a sharp sword, cutting through endless space and time, breaking all the boundaries that were originally insurmountable.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice sounded again, but this time it was trembling with a weight that lacked its previous majesty. "You are but a speck of dust in fate, and you can never escape the eternal cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unwavering. Instead, as his thoughts grew clearer, the darkness around him began to shift. The pull of the abyss gradually weakened, and the spatial structure began to reshape. A psychedelic universe, composed of countless fragments, gradually emerged before Feng Jing's eyes.

"Destiny?" Feng Jing murmured softly, his consciousness driven by a power he had never felt before. "I don't need to escape. I will face fate head-on, break its framework, and create new rules."

His words were not timid at all, but rather filled with defiance. Feng Jing's mind began to expand wildly, like a giant planet rapidly expanding, every inch of space instantly filled with countless fragments. And these fragments were not ordinary matter; they were fragments of time, cracks in space, and the interweaving of all that existed and did not exist.

"You... dare?" The voice seemed to lose its resolve, trembling as if it suddenly sensed an unprecedented threat. "You will destroy everything, Feng Jing. You can't even control your own consciousness. You don't understand what you're doing."

"I understand." Feng Jing's voice was like thunder, carrying with it a sweeping aura. "I will become the master of everything. So what if I can't even control my own consciousness? I will break through everything and create a form of existence that transcends 'fate'. I will become the true 'Terminator'."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, his consciousness had already begun to completely escape from the dark abyss, passing through the cracks in time and space, and rushing towards the edge of the larger and unimaginable universe.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness exploded like a supernova, emitting endless light and instantly evaporating all matter around him. Time and space collapsed in that instant, the laws of the universe completely disintegrated, and all existence was reduced to dust in the fluctuations of Feng Jing's thoughts.

He felt a freedom he had never felt before, as if the entire universe had become his own canvas. Every thought he had shaped new galaxies, birthed new life, and established entirely new laws. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all possible forms of existence. No longer a prisoner of matter, he became an abstract force, the very core of this endless void.

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness expanded to its limit, almost capable of tearing through all boundaries of time and space, the voice in the dark abyss suddenly became almost desperate: "You can't escape after all, Feng Jing. You think you are creating a new world, but you are only ending your own existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly paused, as if he were struck by something. He stared at the infinite chasm in the void, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. The voice was so profound that it left an indelible mark on Feng Jing's heart.

"I don't want to be a slave to fate," Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with determination. "I just want to break these endless shackles and create a world that belongs to me."

His mind expanded once more, and the entire structure of the Dark Abyss began to crumble within his will. His existence was no longer bound by any constraints, and even he himself could no longer fully comprehend what he had created.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn into an extremely bizarre realm. This realm lacked any physical existence, not even light or darkness. Only a vast, blank chasm existed, as if the universe had broken apart. On either side of the chasm, two incompatible worlds emerged: one of absolute chaos, the other of pure order.

"What...is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness wandered between the two ends of the rift, trying to understand the mystery within. He suddenly realized that he was no longer just breaking the shackles of fate; he seemed to be standing at the starting point of a new destiny, facing a moment where he had to make a choice.

"Choose, Feng Jing." The voice was no longer a threat, but a solemn call. "You can either turn to chaos, become an absolute destroyer, and completely disintegrate the order of the universe; or you can turn to order, become an eternal guardian, and forever guard this territory of existence. Whichever path you choose, the result will be irreversible."

Feng Jing felt the pull of two forces, representing infinite creation and destruction. Each choice was filled with extreme temptation, but also with deep pain and sacrifice.

He lowered his head, his consciousness slowly focusing on the center of the rift. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but Feng Jing knew that his choice would no longer be a simple decision, but a rewriting of the fate of the entire universe.

Chapter 671: Feng Jing's final decision, a broken fate