Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 865 Endless Reincarnation, the Ultimate Script of Destiny

Endless reincarnation, the ultimate script of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness traversed the rifts of time and space, entering a dimension he couldn't comprehend. This wasn't a physical world, nor was it any dimension he'd ever encountered. Everything around him seemed composed of countless fragments, suspended in the void, like images of countless parallel worlds, intertwined and entangled into a vast web.

In this space, time and space have no clear boundaries, and all beings seem to be able to freely travel through the past and the future. This is not the reversal of time that he once tried to control, but an irresistible disorder of time and space that completely subverts conventional cognition.

"Where is this place?" Feng Jing muttered to himself. He was standing in a seemingly empty space, but countless images of Feng Jing were flashing rapidly around him, as if every second there were countless versions of him experiencing different destinies in different worlds.

"You finally understand." The voice reappeared, imbued with an ancient power. "You've been fighting against fate, but you've never realized that fate isn't something external to you, but a projection of your inner self. What you consider 'rebellion' is merely a layer of fate's fabric, buried deep within your consciousness."

Feng Jing's heart was shaken. He wanted to protest, but found himself speechless. In these countless images of Feng Jing, he saw every choice he had made, every failure, every success. Each Feng Jing had a different past. Some Feng Jings abandoned their principles and became all-powerful rulers; some Feng Jings took a completely different path, choosing to retreat and live an ordinary and peaceful life. There was even one Feng Jing who completely fell, becoming a servant of his original enemy, constantly devouring his own soul in pursuit of endless power.

"Aren't you the person you are trying to change?" the voice asked coldly.

Feng Jing's mind suddenly went blank. Yes, no matter how he changed his choices, how he overturned past decisions, he was still trapped in this endless cycle, unable to escape the trajectory of his own destiny. Past, present, and future no longer had any real boundaries.

Feng Jing was stunned. This blow was heavier than any previous failure. It turned out that all his efforts, all his struggles, were merely fate's arrangements, an inevitable outcome. He began to realize that no matter how he resisted or tried to change, the ultimate outcome seemed already predetermined.

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness began to be overwhelmed by all this, a new thought flashed through his mind. He couldn't accept this outcome, he couldn't accept that he was just a pawn in the script of fate. He couldn't let himself succumb to this empty power.

Feng Jing suddenly laughed, his laughter carrying a hint of madness and relief: "If I am part of fate, then I will reverse the script. If I can't escape fate, then let me be the director of fate."

As Feng Jing's voice fell, the surrounding space fluctuated violently, and time and space were distorted again. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power surge into his body, and his consciousness began to become extremely clear, as if he could control everything, even fate itself.

He reached out his hand, and the flow of time froze. He saw countless futures and pasts unfold before him, interweaving into a vast canvas. He began to rewrite every experience, every choice, even every tiny decision. The shackles of fate that had once been inescapable began to break one by one.

"Destiny? Destiny is created by myself!" Feng Jing's voice was low and firm, as if announcing the birth of something new.

He waved his arm, and all images of Feng Jing began to dissipate, replaced by a new world. This world wasn't constructed according to conventional laws, but was woven anew by Feng Jing, drawing on his own boundless consciousness and power. He was no longer a passive recipient of fate, but the master of it, mastering all its rules and laws.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had become the master of his fate, a brand new force suddenly impacted his consciousness. This force did not come from the outside, but from an unknown corner deep in his heart.

"Do you think you can control everything?" A calm yet somewhat sarcastic voice echoed in Feng Jing's mind. "What you call 'the master of fate' is nothing more than the product of your deepest fears and desires. You think you can escape bondage, but you have never truly understood the nature of bondage."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly widened, his consciousness trembling violently. His body involuntarily retreated, as if pulled by a tremendous gravitational force. He realized that the world he had created did not belong entirely to him. This new world, this brand new fate, was still being drawn by some higher power.

Feng Jing's heart suddenly trembled. He felt an irresistible force begin to erode his consciousness. The rules and laws that he had thought he had mastered began to gradually disintegrate. Every time he tried to resist, the force would counterattack more violently, making him unable to resist.

Suddenly, his vision shifted dramatically—he saw himself back in the empty space he'd left at the beginning, all of Feng Jing's images reappearing, as if this reversal of fate had been nothing more than a false dream. And he still couldn't escape the cycle, the trajectory of his own destiny.

"Is this... myself?" Feng Jing finally understood. All his struggles, all his resistance, were ultimately just a reflection of his inner self. He had never truly escaped fate, but was always trapped in its vortex, unable to extricate himself.

He began to laugh, but this time it wasn't a laugh of relief, but complete devastation. "So... is this the final word of fate?"

Chapter 866: The chessboard of fate, a crazy game