Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 507: The Distortion of the Wheel of Fortune and Feng Jing's Transformation

The Twist of the Wheel of Fortune and Feng Jing's Transformation

Feng Jing's consciousness flickered in the void, as if drawn into an indescribable vortex. Just when he thought he had broken through the first level of the trial, the voice of the Lord of the Void rang out again, with an indescribable tremor.

"You think you've broken through the past, but you haven't yet reached the deepest fog." The Void Lord's voice was no longer as steady as before, but instead carried a hint of uncontrollable madness. "This time, you will face fate itself."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if, in that instant, his existence had completely detached from all rules and rationality. He saw countless versions of himself in different dimensions, like isolated stars, unconnected to each other, intersecting only on a distorted timeline. Their gazes intertwined, yet each felt strangely unfamiliar. It was as if Feng Jing's every choice, every decision, was strangely reflected in this endless void.

"Destiny?" Feng Jing's consciousness muttered to himself in the boundless void, trying to comprehend the meaning of the Void Lord's words. "Could it be that even the 'past' that I have transcended is merely a part of fate?"

The Lord of the Void responded with a sinister smile: "You believe that by transcending the past, you can break free from all constraints, but you have never truly understood the true nature of 'fate'. Everything you have experienced, all your death and rebirth, all your choices and struggles, are part of the wheel of fate. And you, Feng Jing, are but a speck of dust on the wheel of fate, and you can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook. He had thought he had broken free from all constraints, even transcending time and space, but now he suddenly understood a profound truth: no matter how he transcended or struggled to break free, fate would always follow him like a shadow, and there was no escape.

However, Feng Jing refused to give up. The edges of his consciousness began to twist, as if some unspeakable force was guiding him through this endless void. He felt himself becoming increasingly transparent, increasingly unreal, as if his entire existence was dissolving, merging into the boundless flow of time.

"If fate is what you say, then how can I escape it?" Feng Jing's voice was devoid of any emotion, only a hollow echo. His consciousness felt as if it were being torn apart, as if it were controlled by some higher power, unable to rest.

The voice of the Lord of the Void became even colder, as if issuing the final judgment in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness: "You want to break free? You want to escape? Then, accept the final blow of the wheel of fate." Before he finished speaking, Feng Jing's world collapsed in an instant, and the entire void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force field. All time and space were distorted into unspeakable forms in an instant.

Feng Jing's existence suddenly became blurred, and he began to see himself existing in different time and space with various identities - sometimes he was a small scavenger, facing a pile of rotten garbage; sometimes he was a great cosmic leader, commanding countless interstellar fleets; sometimes, he was just an idle wanderer, drifting in the river of time.

These images rapidly alternated, unfolding like folded scrolls within Feng Jing's consciousness. Each Feng Jing journeyed through a different dimension, striving to find his own "ultimate" answer. However, no matter which path he chose, fate always seemed to sneer at him, quietly guiding him from behind with a mocking force, as if all his choices were destined to be manipulated by some invisible hand.

"You think you're making a choice?" The Void Lord's voice was filled with disdain. "Every choice you make is a game of fate. You're nothing more than a puppet. The entire script has already been written, and you're merely acting out one empty plot after another."

Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed. He felt like an insect entangled by countless threads, each one pulling him toward a different fate. Yet, at that moment, Feng Jing suddenly understood something: fate might not be escaped, but he could choose how to face it, whether to find his own meaning in this endless cycle of reincarnation.

Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes, and an unprecedented power surged within his consciousness. This power came not from external stimulation, nor from the guidance of the Lord of the Void, but from an inextinguishable will deep within his heart. He understood that the cycle of fate could not be escaped, but he could choose to find himself and his own path within it.

"I don't need to escape." Feng Jing's voice suddenly rang out, with a shocking determination. "Maybe fate cannot be escaped, but I can choose my attitude and how to face it."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire void began to vibrate, and countless cracks in time tore open before him. The boundaries between past, present, and future completely disappeared at this moment. Feng Jing's consciousness, like a beam of light, traversed countless dimensions and time and space, ultimately cohesing into a "self" no longer bound by fate.

The Lord of the Void's voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness, with a hint of astonishment and unwillingness: "You, actually found your own strength in this nothingness? You can actually find 'freedom' in the web of fate?"

Feng Jing's consciousness slowly returned to clarity. He was no longer the lost individual he once was, no longer a speck of dust in the void. His existence had become purer, freer. He understood that true freedom wasn't about escaping fate, but about accepting it and finding one's true place in this endless cycle of reincarnation.

"The web of fate is not a bondage, but the interweaving of every choice." Feng Jing said softly, "I have chosen my path and my meaning."

As Feng Jing finished his words, everything in the void began to twist and distort. He felt as if his consciousness was being reshaped, becoming a brand new being. He was no longer a slave to fate, nor a pawn of the Lord of the Void, but a being beyond all rules.

"I have passed the trial of fate." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, carrying a fearless power. "Next, I will welcome my ultimate awakening."

Chapter 508: Feng Jing's Awakening and the Coming of the Lord of Chaos