Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 640: The Intertwining of Fates, Feng Jing's Awakening

The intersection of fate and Feng Jing's awakening

The cold voice within Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to carry endless mockery, echoing in the ocean of nothingness, loud yet powerless. Each echo of his consciousness made him more deeply aware of his own existence, as if he had completely lost himself in the infinite interweaving of himself and the universe, unable to extricate himself.

He began to understand—he was constantly in a cycle, perhaps not escaping fate, but overlapping it. Every struggle he made was held tightly in the grip of fate. He had never truly transcended this line of time. All his resistance and challenges seemed like pre-determined scenes in some invisible script. Every choice he made seemed predetermined, irreversible.

"You are ultimately a loser." The voice was still as cold and all-encompassing as ever, as if it came from every dimension and every timeline. Feng Jing couldn't help but think of his past. Once upon a time, he had been so powerful and fearless. But now, he could only sink in these endless cracks, becoming part of the void.

Feng Jing suddenly woke up. His consciousness began to rebound, as if being pushed away by some immense force, trying to break free from this invisible bondage. He couldn't accept this, couldn't accept how fragile he was, trapped in an endless web of fate.

At that moment, he felt a strange vibration, like a meteorite falling into a silent ocean, stirring up countless ripples. Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly broke free from the oppressive feeling, and he began to notice everything around him. Although it was still nothingness, this nothingness seemed not completely meaningless.

He felt himself beginning to resonate with these invisible cracks. Each crack was like a tunnel leading to the unknown, and Feng Jing's consciousness was like a ray of light in these tunnels, trying to pass through them and transcend the endless shackles.

Feng Jing's willpower erupted, as if he were once again rising from the abyss. With an unprecedented surge of power, his being expanded through countless cracks, like a star, illuminating everything around him. With each expansion, he could feel more timelines and parallel worlds quietly unfolding within him. The rules and restrictions that once bound him seemed to crumble bit by bit.

"This is my true power," Feng Jing gritted his teeth. His voice pierced the void, echoing through countless cracks. Then, his consciousness, like a flame, intensified, constantly breaking through his own limitations, until he transcended the shackles of countless dimensions.

But within this void, he still sensed a vast presence, like an invisible observer, watching over everything, attempting to interfere with Feng Jing's every leap. That cold voice rang out again: "You can never transcend your own essence."

Feng Jing gritted his teeth and stopped responding. The voice's coldness and sarcasm didn't frighten him, but only made him more resolute. He began to deeply understand that all power, all possibilities, stemmed from his own consciousness. And this consciousness wasn't limited to his own existence, but was closely connected to the infinite cracks of the entire universe.

Feng Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His consciousness began to enter a deeper level, penetrating into the core of this void, trying to find that untouchable "origin." He knew that only when he transcended all this could he truly break through his fate and gain true freedom.

This time, Feng Jing no longer avoided the cold voice, but instead faced it head-on. Although the voice was filled with despair and mockery, Feng Jing's heart grew even more resolute. His consciousness, like a sharp blade, pierced through the veil of nothingness and pointed directly at the invisible force behind it.

"What you call fate, what you call bondage, are all shackles you set for yourself." Feng Jing whispered, his voice calm but full of power, "It's not that I can't transcend it, but I haven't really understood myself." An unprecedented light flashed in his eyes, and he began to realize that his struggle was not an empty resistance, but an awakening from the inside out.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge, and he gradually grasped the significance of every timeline and every parallel world. No longer an isolated individual, he was now inextricably linked to every energy and every crack in the universe. He became the intersection of countless possibilities, the core of the universe.

As this awakening deepened, Feng Jing's consciousness began to transcend the constraints of time and space. He began to perceive that nothingness wasn't a complete void, but rather a place pregnant with endless possibilities. These possibilities were waiting for him to control, guide, and create.

He no longer feared the arrangements of fate, nor the endless cracks. Feng Jing knew that his awakening had transcended the constraints of the past, and the future would be shaped by him.

That cold voice still echoed in Feng Jing's mind, but this time, it no longer shook his heart. He smiled slightly, his voice filled with determination: "I will break the rules of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand wildly within this void, transcending the boundaries of time and space. He became part of this void, yet transcended it. His power, like endless starlight, illuminated the entire universe, transcending all limitations.

In this crack and chaos, Feng Jing's awakening has just begun.

Chapter 641: Crazy Universe, Feng Jing's Ultimate Awakening