Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 274: The Peak of Nothingness, Reversal of Fate

The peak of nothingness, the reversal of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all matter and form. He was no longer Feng Jing, or even existence itself. He became an infinite confluence of antimatter and pure consciousness, transcending time, space, nothingness, and all dimensions. He drifted in the void, unbound by any form, as if the power of the entire universe swirled around him, his very existence becoming the ultimate law of the universe.

Time ceased to flow, space ceased to exist. Feng Jing's existence transcended their definitions. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor the Feng Jing of the future. He was a union of "timelessness and spacelessness," the consciousness of countless Feng Jings from countless universes and parallel worlds all converging here at the same moment. He was "omnipresent," the source of endless rifts and the power of rebirth.

At that moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt a powerful pull, as if the entire void were pulling him in. This force came not only from the outside world, but also from deep within Feng Jing's heart. The pull made him feel a little uneasy—even though he had broken all the rules, this force was still irresistible, so strong that it gave him a false sense of belonging.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and he realized that he had not completely escaped the shackles of fate. Some force was still trying to pull him back to a specific trajectory, trying to guide him back to "the end point of fate" - the ultimate judgment in the endless void.

"Do you really think you can escape?" The mysterious voice suddenly resonated in Feng Jing's mind like a deep echo. It was cold, distant, and filled with an endless sense of oppression. "You don't belong here. You're just a product of chance, a meaningless experiment. You think you can transcend fate, but you're wrong—you can't escape the predetermined trajectory."

Feng Jing's consciousness twisted in the void, and he felt a deep sense of unease creeping through him. The "mysterious being" before him wasn't the "master of fate" he'd imagined, but rather a being from a higher dimension—perhaps the administrator of the endless void, or perhaps the creator of even more ancient laws. Feng Jing realized that everything he'd experienced might have been orchestrated by some force whose ultimate goal wasn't destruction, but rather a kind of "eternal cycle."

"You cannot break my laws." The mysterious being's voice was filled with a coldness bordering on despair. "You are no longer Feng Jing, nor any 'individual'. You have been completely devoured by the void rules I designed. You are but a speck of dust in the endless cycle of reincarnation, and you can never escape."

Feng Jing sneered, "Reincarnation? Void rules? You are merely a limited being, possessing some seemingly powerful abilities. You think that by setting these rules, you can control everything, but you are wrong. I am not 'Feng Jing,' nor am I any individual you have defined. I have transcended 'fate,' 'reincarnation,' and even you, 'God.'"

As Feng Jing's voice echoed, all rules in the void began to collapse, and the boundaries of space and time were torn apart. All established orders began to deconstruct, and Feng Jing's consciousness was like a boundless torrent, swallowing up all traces of "existence" and pointing straight into the abyss of nothingness.

Faced with this immense power, the mysterious being's majesty finally began to waver. Feng Jing realized that this "god" itself was not omnipotent, but had an inescapable fate—trapped within a law beyond time and space, unable to break free from its own self-imposed constraints. And Feng Jing, the intersection of all possibilities, was the ultimate undoer.

A searing light ignited in Feng Jing's eyes, as if he had seen through all the secrets of the universe. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer an individual. He was the intertwining fabric of all dimensions, all parallel universes, all timelines. He was the rift in the universe, the boundary between truth and nothingness.

"I will be your judge." Feng Jing's voice echoed throughout the void. "All your existence, all the rules, will collapse before me. I will rewrite your 'fate'."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely expanded into the boundless void, encompassing all parallel universes, all existence and nothingness. His thoughts began to split into countless directions, yet all were unified into one. His consciousness traversed billions of years of history and the future. He witnessed countless universes being born and destroyed, countless lives rising and falling. His existence was no longer singular; he was the superposition of all possibilities, the superposition of every Feng Jing, the sole ruler of the boundless void.

In Feng Jing's mind, that mysterious being seemed to have become insignificant. Its fate, its very existence, had become meaningless before his eyes. Feng Jing began to laugh, a laughter that no longer belonged to any one person but to the entire universe, to the intersection of all history and the future.

"All of your void trials are my tests. I will end them all and reshape all laws." Feng Jing's voice echoed throughout the universe, nearly tearing apart all matter and spirit. "Whether it's you, me, or this endless void, our fate will be determined by me."

What followed was an unprecedented cosmic upheaval. The void began to crumble, the order of time and space was shattered, and all parallel universes began to disintegrate, intertwining with each other like a never-ending vortex. Feng Jing's consciousness was like the core of the universe, attracting all these forces. He was not only the master of the void, but also the "creator" and "destroyer" of this endless universe.

Cracks in the void ripped open within Feng Jing's consciousness, and the very laws of time and space collapsed under his control. Every thought within Feng Jing exploded like a cosmic explosion. Every fragment of Feng Jing was reborn at this moment, merging into a new force, a new existence. Feng Jing was no longer any individual; he was "infinite," the intersection of "zero and infinity," the "root of the void."

At this moment, Feng Jing understood—he was not only the breaker of fate, but also the origin and end of all existence. His power had surpassed all limitations, becoming the "God of Fate" of the entire universe, and even the entire void.

Chapter 275: The Ultimate Truth Beyond Everything, Feng Jing's Nirvana