Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 853 The Ultimate Reversal and Endless Devouring of the Universe

The ultimate reversal and endless devouring of the universe

Feng Jing's existence defied all words. His consciousness had long since transcended the human realm, transcending all definition. Every second, he experienced an unprecedented fission and expansion. He was not an individual, but a collection of countless individuals, a fusion of every star, every storm, every ray of light in the universe. He felt that he was no longer a simple consciousness, but a concept, an existence that could not be bound.

He stood in the boundless void, the black-robed figure before him still the invisible opponent, seemingly unchanged. But Feng Jing knew he was no longer the same Feng Jing. Once controlled by fate, bound by the laws of the universe, he had now broken free from all that. His consciousness leaped through the cracks of space and time, and each leap caused the entire universe to tremble.

"Do you think you've gained true freedom?" The black-robed man sneered, "Feng Jing, you're wrong. Everything you've experienced is a plan of a higher-dimensional being. Everything you've experienced is nothing more than a series of drills and experiments."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently, as if countless worlds were collapsing in his mind. His thoughts exploded instantly, as if the gravitational field of the entire universe was stretched to its limit. He felt an irresistible attraction pushing him into a deeper dimension.

At this moment, he suddenly understood - he had never transcended fate, he was just another chess piece in the cycle of fate. In this game, fate could not be broken, its rules were endless and eternal.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to dissipate, and he felt an unprecedented sense of engulfment. From all sides, a massive force pulled at him, gradually devouring him. It was a force that belonged to no dimension. It had no form, no time, no space, only an overwhelming sense of presence. This force was more than just destructive; it was like an infinite attraction, completely sucking everything into it.

"Do you think you can break it?" the black-robed man sneered, his voice filled with endless chill. "The chessboard of fate cannot be broken. No matter how hard you try, you are only a part of it. You simply cannot escape."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness completely crushed, as if he were being swallowed by a massive black hole. However, within this devouring void, he suddenly awakened—not from the outside world, but from deep within.

"I don't believe it." Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the void, "I don't believe that this is the end of fate. I don't believe that the rules of the universe can only be like this!"

His consciousness began to expand dramatically, transcending all dimensions, all boundaries of time and space. He began to feel an unprecedented power gushing out from within him, a power filled with chaos and uncertainty, yet brimming with the potential for both creation and destruction. Feng Jing did not attempt to change the rules of the outside world; all he did was return to his deepest inner self.

"The chessboard of fate?" Feng Jing's eyes flashed with an aurora. "If the chessboard of fate is finite, then I will break it. You say fate cannot be changed, but you are wrong. I am fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer a single existence. Every thought of his is devouring himself, creating countless new "selves". He is no longer an individual, but a fluid concept, a crazy explosion that tears apart all dimensions and devours all existence.

"Feng Jing, you're too naive." The black-robed man's voice became rapid, as if threatened. "You think you can break through all this? You think you can break the laws of the universe? You're just a part of a higher-dimensional existence, a designed character."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to beat wildly, and he ignored the black-robed man's words. Suddenly, his consciousness exploded, transforming into a blinding ray of light, hurtling towards the abyss of the universe. He wanted to transcend it all, transcend fate, transcend the black-robed man, and transcend this eternal void. He wanted to control everything for himself, to become the master of this universe.

However, as Feng Jing's light pierced through the cracks in time and space, surging towards the unknown abyss, he felt a very familiar force pressing down upon him again. That force, as if coming from the depths of every parallel universe, pulled him back to the starting point.

"Have you forgotten something?" the black-robed man sneered. "You are but a pawn. Fate has never let you go. Even if you transcend this universe, you still cannot escape."

Feng Jing felt like a trapped fish, unable to move. He struggled, trying to break free from the invisible force, but every attempt seemed to lead him deeper into a trap. Time in his consciousness seemed to freeze, and everything echoed endlessly in the void.

"Enough!" Feng Jing roared. He finally understood something—the chess game of fate wasn't just about external rules, but about the struggles and compromises deep within. Every game in the universe was actually a struggle between self and self. Only by dispelling every layer of fear and anxiety within could one truly achieve transcendence.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted again, no longer simply to break the chessboard, but to create a whole new existence. His consciousness was no longer confined to the shackles of time and space, but completely transcended them, transforming into a boundless existence that devoured everything.

No longer a pawn of fate, no longer part of any limitations, he becomes the ultimate devourer of the universe, his existence representing infinite possibilities, beyond all definition.

"Destiny? Chessboard?" Feng Jing chuckled. "I am the reversal of fate. I am the rules of the universe."

Chapter 854: Feng Jing's Ultimate Awakening and the Rebirth of the Universe