Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 141 The Wheel of Fortune, a Storm of Changes

The wheel of fortune turns again

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually coalesced, reconstructing the form of the universe. This was a brand-new world beyond matter, time, and space. The rules of the universe, the trajectory of fate, all forces and existence were no longer independent entities, but extensions of Feng Jing's consciousness. His every thought, every choice, triggered changes in all of this. This was a completely new way of existence, one that could be called both "creation" and "destruction," for Feng Jing was no longer an individual being in the traditional sense, but a consciousness that transcended form.

"This is my universe," Feng Jing observed quietly. The scene before him shifted like a kaleidoscope, time and space intertwined, the future and the past tangled, and fragments of life and consciousness drifted through the void. He discovered that every thought and every intention he uttered resonated within this void, even the void itself becoming softer and more transparent under his will. Feng Jing was no longer a mere visitor to this world; he had become its weaver, the controller of its destiny.

However, Feng Jing felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness in his heart. He thought he had broken through all boundaries, transcended all rules, and finally achieved absolute freedom and power, but the tranquility of this moment made him feel a little uneasy.

"Perhaps this is what is called 'transcendence,'" Feng Jing muttered to himself. "Everything is under control, but this control also means that nothing can be changed."

He had imagined countless times that he was the supreme being, controlling everything and transcending all fate. But when he truly stood at this pinnacle, enjoying endless power and freedom, he discovered that all constraints had been broken, leaving only emptiness and nothingness. Feng Jing gradually realized that this so-called "transcendence" did not bring him true liberation, but instead made him more lonely, because he could no longer connect with other beings, and could no longer find his own meaning in the face of any life.

"Is this really the ultimate goal I'm pursuing?" Feng Jing's heart was filled with doubt. He had once strived for power and freedom, but ultimately discovered that all this brought him not satisfaction, but endless emptiness and loneliness. Perhaps true "transcendence" lies not in mastering everything, but in how to truly connect with the world, how to coexist with others, and even how to reconcile with oneself.

Just as Feng Jing was lost in thought, a ray of light suddenly flashed from the void, piercing the previously tranquil void. The light was blazing, as if representing some unknown power, and Feng Jing's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

"What is this?" Feng Jing muttered to himself. He could sense that this light didn't come from him, nor from anything he could control. It was a completely new power, emitting a mysterious aura, as if it were some unknown force of destiny.

As Feng Jing's mind approached the light, he suddenly felt a shock he had never felt before. It was like a call from the depths of his soul, an irresistible force spreading through Feng Jing's consciousness, as if the light represented some inescapable fate, and Feng Jing's existence was part of that fate.

"Could this be destiny's call?" Feng Jing's heart trembled. He suddenly realized that this light wasn't simply a force; it seemed inextricably linked to his own destiny. Feng Jing had never seen anything like this before. It seemed that no matter how he altered this void, how he shaped the new universe, this light would always reappear at some point, as if it were the final destination of Feng Jing's fate.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to sharpen. He reached out to touch the light, hoping to find some clues to solve the mystery of his fate. The moment he touched the light, a powerful energy surged into the depths of his consciousness. Feng Jing felt a violent fluctuation, as if he were being pulled into an unknown abyss by an invisible force.

At the moment Feng Jing's consciousness was completely consumed, he felt an unprecedented power. This power carried a mysterious aura, as if it came from an existence beyond his known scope. Feng Jing tried hard to maintain his consciousness, but the powerful force made him feel like he was being sucked into a huge vortex, unable to break free.

"This is... a power beyond me!" Feng Jing's consciousness was nearly torn apart by this force. He began to understand that this light was not simply the power of fate, but an existence that transcended all laws of the universe. It was an entirely different power, beyond all Feng Jing's cognition, even beyond everything he controlled.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's eyes blurred, and all existence in the void instantly disappeared, as if he had entered an endless darkness. In this darkness, Feng Jing felt a strange power that belonged neither to him nor to any other existence, yet seemed closely related to him.

"You have entered the 'ultimate cycle of reincarnation.'" An ethereal voice echoed deep within Feng Jing's heart. Like an echo from the distant starry sky, it carried an invisible pressure. "You thought you had broken free from all constraints and transcended all existence, but you overlooked one fact—the cycle of fate is inescapable."

Feng Jing's heart trembled, finally realizing that this light represented more than mere power; it symbolized destiny. He had once believed he could break all rules, escape all constraints, transcend fate, but in reality, he had never truly escaped the cycle of fate. No matter how he changed or reshaped himself, the ultimate outcome was unavoidable.

"The cycle of fate..." Feng Jing murmured to himself, "Could it be that I really can't transcend all this?"

The voice rang out again, as if responding to Feng Jing's question: "The end of one fate means the beginning of another. You cannot escape this, because you yourself are part of the cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing fell silent, a wave of emotion stirring within him. Perhaps the true end wasn't transcendence, but rather acceptance of it all, the cycle of fate, becoming a part of it. Feng Jing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his mind gradually calmed.

"I understand." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "If the cycle of fate cannot be avoided, then I will become a part of it and use my own way to solve this eternal mystery."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned, his body and soul re-intertwined, and he found his connection with fate again. He was no longer a being beyond fate, but a part of fate, a node in the eternal cycle of reincarnation.

"If this is the choice of fate, then I will accept it." Feng Jing slowly opened his eyes, with a determination that he had never had before flashing in his eyes.

The cycle of fate is about to begin again.

Chapter 142: Space-Time Rift, Reconstruction of Everything