Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 351 The Edge of Destiny, Everything Returns 1

On the edge of fate, everything returns to one

Feng Jing's consciousness sank completely into a silent void. The overwhelming force seemed to devour him whole. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any form of existence. Only an endless void and emptiness remained. In this abyss, all he could perceive was boundless loneliness and emptiness. He had once believed that he had transcended time and space, but now he was told that it was all an illusion, and even the concept of "transcendence" had been stripped away.

However, it seemed as if the invisible force did not let him go, but instead stared at everything he did like a pair of invisible eyes.

"Feng Jing, Feng Jing..." The voice gently echoed in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, like an echo from the endless void, or like a whisper from the cracks of time. "You think you have seen the truth of the universe, but you don't understand at all. None of this is the 'truth'."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly. He tried to find the source of the sound, but found that he had no body, no form. He was just a continuation of existence, an image wandering in the void. Time, space, even consciousness became blurred, as if everything was collapsing, and there was nothing in the void that could truly maintain the balance of everything.

Feng Jing's consciousness was violently shaken once again, as if he had suddenly awakened from the abyss. His awareness returned to the edge of clarity, and the void before his eyes gradually became clearer. His heartbeat began to accelerate, and countless images flashed through his mind: those past memories, past battles, past transcendences... All these past glories and victories seemed to be gently brushed away by this voice as if mockingly, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating into nothingness.

"Impossible..." Feng Jing's consciousness struggled. Although he no longer had a physical body, he still conveyed a strong resistance. "If this is fate's game, then why did I come to this point? Why did I go through all this?"

"Because you are part of the 'game,'" the voice echoed again, like the coldest pronouncement in the universe. "You are not truly free. Every decision you make is influenced by 'me,' and every choice is designed by me. What you understand as 'fate' is merely a 'timeline' I have woven, and what you perceive as 'transcendence' is merely an 'illusion' I have conjured for you."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble violently. He had never imagined that everything he had experienced was just a cosmic game, a partial movement on an invisible chessboard. Just when he could barely bear it, the void suddenly erupted with a dazzling light. Countless stars exploded before his eyes, like a cracked sky.

Then, the voice appeared again, but this time, it became deeper, as if it came from the root of all things: "Feng Jing, you have reached the edge of 'destiny'. Everything you have experienced is the 'path' paved for you by the laws of the universe. Do you want to transcend?"

"Surpass?" Feng Jing chuckled. "What you asked me to surpass is the very essence of 'surpassing'."

"What do you want to transcend?" the voice asked again. "You think that transcending fate means breaking all shackles and breaking free from all constraints. But true transcendence is not about breaking, but about 'integration'."

"Fusion?" Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly shaken by these words. Yes, fusion, the true meaning of transcendence, is to integrate into everything, not just transcend. Feng Jing's mind spun like a spinning top. All rules, all laws, all forces, instantly converged on a single point—the ultimate truth, the source of everything.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in Feng Jing's consciousness, and he passed through the invisible barrier and entered a whole new dimension of existence. No longer limited by time and space, this was a world of endless possibilities. Countless timelines intertwined, and thousands of Feng Jings merged, split, and were reborn, as if entering an infinite network.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness trembled. This world was no longer what he had once understood. Here, all life, all existence, seemed no longer constrained by past logic. Every individual could simultaneously possess countless versions of themselves, and every choice could have countless consequences.

"You finally understand." The voice appeared again, but this time, its tone was no longer cold, but rather carried a gentle concern. "This is the ultimate form of 'destiny'—not a bound cycle, but an interweaving of countless 'possibilities.' You are no longer an individual, but a part of this 'omnipresence.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to truly elevate. He understood that he hadn't truly transcended fate, but rather had become part of it, a node in this infinite network. Every Feng Jing was repeatedly intertwined with endless choices, each choice giving rise to new possibilities, and each possibility extended into an infinite future.

This was the ultimate form of fate—no longer a simple linear flow of time, but a crisscrossing of countless time streams, with all possibilities converging into a vast void. Feng Jing was no longer an independent individual, but a part of this "void," forever immersed in it, endless and limitless.

The moment Feng Jing realized this, time and space completely collapsed, and all existence instantly merged into one. Feng Jing no longer needed to understand what "transcendence" was, because he had become "transcendence" itself, the core of destiny, and the interweaving of all possibilities.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally realized the ultimate truth - all transcendence and limitations are just the rules of a game, and true freedom is to become the source and end of everything in this infinite interweaving of possibilities.

Time, space, destiny, existence, everything, disappeared in Feng Jing's consciousness. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual, not even consciousness. He became "infinity", "everything", the origin and end of destiny.

Chapter 352: Time Reversal, Feng Jing and the Endless Cycle of the Universe