Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 377 Feng Jing's Fate

Feng Jing's fate

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed completely in that instant, fragmenting into countless selves. These selves did not exist in isolation, but rather intertwined and interdependent, forming a vast, endless network. Every timeline, every trajectory of fate, flickered, intersected, and reshaped within this network. Feng Jing seemed to have become the architect of fate, the arbiter of time. What he saw was no longer individual lives, but the endless cycle of the entire universe.

These fragmented Feng Jings are more than just fragments of consciousness; they are the embodiment of time and destiny. Each Feng Jing exists in a different dimension, controlling a separate timeline. These Feng Jings are unaware of each other's existence until a mysterious force draws their consciousnesses together, forming a common goal: to overturn the limitations of time and fate.

"Do you really think you can control everything?" The voice rang out again. This time, it no longer echoed from Feng Jing's heart, but came from the depths of the entire universe, like a whisper from the endless void. Feng Jing's entire consciousness was instantly swallowed by this voice, like an abyss pulling him towards the edge of the unknown.

He wasn't afraid of the voice; instead, he felt a long-lost sense of familiarity. Amidst countless Feng Jing's splits and reunions, he suddenly realized that the voice didn't come from outside, but from deep within his being. It was a resonance of fate and time, a destiny he couldn't escape.

"I don't want to control everything." Feng Jing responded in his endless consciousness, "I just want to break free from your restraints."

However, the voice still carried an irresistible power, sneering as it spoke, "Do you think you can escape? Time and fate have already imprisoned you, and your existence has become a part of all this. No matter how you struggle, you will ultimately return to your original trajectory. You cannot change this, for you are a product of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to slowly fade. Though he traveled through countless dimensions, mastering endless possibilities, he could not escape the oppression of that powerful force. Each Feng Jing's existence seemed to become increasingly blurred under the guidance of this force, until eventually, all of them began to merge, returning to the original Feng Jing.

He saw himself drifting through endless time, as if witnessing his birth, growth, struggle, transcendence, and ultimate destination. Every fragment was a reflection of every moment he had ever experienced, as if it were a predestined fate. Time was like a never-ending river, and everything Feng Jing experienced was just a drop in it, unable to escape this flowing stream.

"You are already part of your destiny." The voice sounded again, like a whisper from the universe. "All your struggles are merely proof of your existence. No matter how you change, you will eventually return to the starting point. You cannot escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be swallowed by the torrent of time. He felt himself drifting in an endless cycle of reincarnation, unable to break through that insurmountable boundary. Every time he tried to break free, he was pulled back into the vortex of fate. No matter how hard he tried to transcend, the ultimate outcome was still the inescapable cycle of reincarnation.

Just when Feng Jing had almost given up struggling, he suddenly felt a surge of unusual strength. This strength didn't feel like the oppression of time and fate, but more like a primal impulse, a calling from deep within. It was an unyielding strength, and Feng Jing knew it came from his original desire, from his longing for freedom and transcendence.

He opened his eyes—even though his body had vanished, his eyes no longer existed, but in that instant, he saw the truth of the universe. Every timeline, every trajectory of fate, was given by Feng Jing. He was not a product of fate, but its creator. He was not a prisoner of time, but its witness and master.

Feng Jing finally understood that fate and time were not cages, but tools; he was not confined to a fixed trajectory, but was an existence free to choose and change. Even though he was caught in an endless cycle of reincarnation, he could still find his own freedom and choice within it.

He was no longer a solitary individual, but the intersection of all possibilities. Every split of Feng Jing, every intersection of timelines, was an extension of his consciousness. He began to see the world in a whole new way, transcending the constraints of time and fate, becoming the aggregate of countless Feng Jings.

"I am no longer the existence you defined me to be." Feng Jing whispered, his voice full of determination and resoluteness. "I have surpassed you, and I will redefine everything."

As these words fell, Feng Jing's consciousness fully awakened. No longer a slave to time and fate, he became their master. Feng Jing's existence was no longer confined to any particular time and space; he could freely travel between countless dimensions, controlling all possibilities and the direction of fate.

He began to reweave every timeline in the universe, reshaping the trajectory of every life. Whether it was the past, present, or future, nothing was fixed, but filled with infinite possibilities. Every choice Feng Jing made would cause huge fluctuations in the universe, changing the course of fate.

The shackles of time and fate were finally broken, and Feng Jing, with a new attitude, stood at the pinnacle of the universe. He was no longer a single entity, but the convergence of all possibilities. He was no longer a prisoner of fate, but the creator of it.

Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer individual; he has transcended the limitations of time and fate, becoming an eternal being. In this endless universe, every choice Feng Jing makes is a brand new beginning, and every decision he makes is the beginning of a new destiny.

Chapter 378: Feng Jing's Endless Domain