Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 454 The cycle of fate

The cycle of fate

Feng Jing's heart trembled violently. He stared at the dark-robed being before him, his eyes filled with complex emotions. From the beginning, he knew that he was not facing a simple god or ordinary being, but a power beyond all understanding.

The man approached, his steps light but carrying an unparalleled pressure, as if each step was treading deep into Feng Jing's soul. His face was still blurry and could not be seen clearly, but he could feel an unfathomable chill emanating from him, as if all light had disappeared around him.

"Master of fate?" Feng Jing repeated this sentence in a low voice, his inner shock far surpassing his outward calmness. "What on earth are you?"

The man finally stopped, and the space around him seemed to solidify because of his stop. Time became extremely slow, as if even the movement of the universe had stopped because of his existence.

"You don't deserve to understand." The man's voice was low, like an underground echo. "Destiny is an invisible force, the cornerstone of all existence in the universe. All events, all life, all power are arranged by fate. What you call breaking fate, what you call transcending it, is simply an illusion of fate. Everything you are is just a small fluctuation of fate."

Feng Jing remained silent. He felt his heartbeat quicken. The presence before him gave him an unprecedented sense of oppression that he couldn't ignore. Although his consciousness had broken through the boundaries countless times, at this moment, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if he had never truly touched the essence of fate.

"You said I'm just a part of fate?" Feng Jing finally spoke in a cold tone, "Then how do you control fate?"

The man didn't answer immediately, but simply waved his hand. With this movement, the surrounding void began to twist violently, as if time and space were solidifying and collapsing at this moment. Feng Jing felt as if he had been thrown into countless overlapping time and space, experiencing an endless cycle of history every second.

"See," the man whispered, "this is the true face of destiny."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly unfolded: countless stars, galaxies, and a single soul bound by the cycle of fate. These souls were constantly reborn, died, and reborn again, as if each life was an inescapable trajectory. Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself, playing out the same story in different times, places, and forms.

Feng Jing's eyes grew increasingly resolute. His will erupted with unprecedented strength at this moment, violently shattering all illusions before him. "No! I refuse this cycle of reincarnation!"

He clenched his fists, unleashing a powerful force in an instant, attempting to break the illusion before him. However, no matter how he struggled, he could not escape the power that tightly wrapped around his soul. Every attempt at resistance was like fighting against the torrent of fate, ultimately swallowing him up, unable to resist.

"You can't break this." The man sneered. "Even if you become powerful, you still can't escape the trajectory of fate. All your efforts are arranged by fate."

Feng Jing was stunned, his resolve wavering. Was everything he had done truly an inescapable fate? Were his shattered dreams and countless struggles simply a clever device of fate?

He began to doubt, to hesitate, and even to feel powerless. At that moment, a deep sense of despair arose in his heart, as if the weight of the entire universe had fallen on his shoulders.

"Is fate really so powerful?" Feng Jing murmured to himself, his voice choked.

The man slowly took a step closer and stood in front of Feng Jing, his voice still low: "Do you finally understand? You are part of fate. Everything you have, all your efforts, all your struggles, will eventually return to nothing. The cycle of fate is endless."

A hint of cruelty flashed in Feng Jing's eyes. Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Even so, I still want to try. I would rather die in the struggle than become a slave to fate!"

As the man finished speaking, Feng Jing's figure suddenly erupted with astonishing light, his power once again reaching an unprecedented peak. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness resonated with the endless void of the universe, and his soul seemed to have separated from his body, transforming into endless stars and radiance.

"I, Feng Jing, will never be bound by fate!" He shouted loudly, and his voice seemed to travel through time and space, shaking the entire void.

In an instant, Feng Jing's power broke through the limitations of time and space, and his will condensed into a powerful force, slamming into the barrier of fate.

But the powerful barrier did not collapse. Instead, it trembled slightly under the impact of Feng Jing's power, and then recovered as before. The cycle of fate was like a huge whirlpool, swallowing up everything Feng Jing had.

"You are ultimately a loser," the man said softly, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. "No matter how powerful you are, you will eventually be lost in the whirlpool of fate. You cannot escape."

Feng Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt the powerful force around him, but he didn't give up. He knew he still had the right to choose—even in this endless cycle of reincarnation.

"Perhaps I can't change my fate, but I can choose the path I want to take." Feng Jing's eyes hardened, as if every word he spoke was filled with endless determination. "I, Feng Jing, will never be a slave to fate!"

Chapter 455: Defying fate and breaking the cycle of reincarnation