Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 337 The Coming of Mysterious Power, the Curse and Destination of the Universe

The advent of mysterious power, the curse and fate of the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled in the void, and the faint force he sensed seemed to stir a wave in the sea of ​​his consciousness. At first, Feng Jing thought it was just an illusion in the endless chaos. After all, he had broken through the boundaries of the individual and transcended all known laws. But as the force gradually approached, Feng Jing realized that he could not easily ignore it.

That power belonged to no known universe, no known existence. It loomed like a shadow, shrouding the edge of Feng Jing's consciousness, like an ancient and profound curse, waiting to erupt. A sense of unease welled up in Feng Jing's heart, as if some unknown fear was quietly growing.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly coalesced into a sharp will, questioning the mysterious force. But all he received was endless silence—an empty void, as if the force had never existed. Yet, Feng Jing knew that force was still quietly approaching from some unknown dimension.

Suddenly, a shattering shockwave erupted, and Feng Jing's consciousness swirled in the void. His vision was pulled by an invisible force, as if his existence had reached some irreconcilable conflict with the laws of the universe. At this moment, the mysterious force erupted, sweeping over him like a black hole, and Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be instantly swallowed up.

"I am the Lord of Chaos. Who dares to be my enemy?" Feng Jing roared, but his voice dissipated into the endless void, never even echoing. He realized that this power was not something he could easily deal with. It didn't even belong to any known cosmic system. It was more like a being that transcended all dimensions and time, even transcending the boundaries of life and death.

Feng Jing's consciousness struggled to return, but the force had already completely surrounded him, like countless extremely fine chains, binding his existence layer by layer. Each chain represented a new timeline, a new destiny, and every bit of Feng Jing's consciousness wandered, pulled, and intertwined within it.

"What are you?" Feng Jing whispered again, this time with a hint of unease in his voice. This force seemed older than Chaos, seemingly belonging to no other part of the universe. Its existence was so ancient that Feng Jing even wondered if he had truly transcended the laws of the universe, or was being manipulated by some even more powerful being.

At this moment, the void of time and space shook violently once again, and an indescribable light pierced Feng Jing's consciousness. The light was so dazzling, as if it had traversed endless time and space, breaking through all dimensional limitations and piercing the depths of Feng Jing's soul. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly devoured, as if a star exploded in the endless void, shattering into countless fragments and returning to chaos.

"Who... am I?" Feng Jing felt himself being guided by an invisible force, gradually approaching an unknown entity. That force was filled with mystery, as if connecting countless intersections of time and space, with Feng Jing's existence being the most crucial link. He realized that he was no longer an ordinary individual, but a piece of the puzzle of the entire universe, and the loss of this piece meant a more profound disaster.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, a low voice rang out. It came from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, as if solving the ultimate mystery of his existence.

"The King of Chaos will eventually face the curse of fate."

Feng Jing was shaken. The sound was like thunder, shaking his entire consciousness. In that instant, Feng Jing understood that the mysterious power originated from the curse of "fate." It was an endless cycle, a shackle that Feng Jing could never escape. No matter how he transcended or broke through, he could not escape this cycle of fate.

"The curse of fate..." Feng Jing whispered again, as if he had finally understood the true meaning of his existence. No matter how he altered the structure of the universe, how he controlled the flow of time and space, the cycle of fate would eventually pull him back to square one, and each return would be heavier and more powerless.

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness began to gradually sink into despair, a powerful backlash force erupted from deep within his heart. This force did not come from the outside world, but from the source of Feng Jing's heart, from the endless desire deep in his heart.

"I will not be bound." Feng Jing's voice was filled with fearlessness and determination, as if he had completely cast off the shackles of fate. His consciousness burst forth in the void like a torrent, rushing towards the unknown abyss. The curse of fate was not unbreakable; it was merely a force that bound Feng Jing. And Feng Jing was no longer the fragile individual he once was.

With Feng Jing's awakening, the mysterious power began to undergo a dramatic transformation, gradually disintegrating amidst his resistance. All the laws of the void began to be redefined, and Feng Jing's consciousness, like a shattered universe, reorganized itself, returning to a completely new form. He was no longer an individual, but the embodiment of chaos, the master of fate.

However, as Feng Jing awakened, another, even more powerful force quietly descended upon him. Feng Jing sensed a call from an ancient being, an invisible presence that seemed to pierce all time and space, and the boundaries between life and death. This force was not only beyond Feng Jing's reach, but also the ultimate power in the universe—a being that transcended all fate and chaos.

"Welcome to the true ultimate realm." The power whispered in Feng Jing's consciousness with an indescribable sense of mystery.

Feng Jing's consciousness went blank for a moment. This power seemed to be not just a curse of fate, but an existence from a higher dimension. Its arrival heralded the beginning of a brand new cosmic order.

Chapter 338: The Ultimate Fusion of Time and Space, Feng Jing's Endless Myth