Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 851 The Road Back

The Road Back

Feng Jing's consciousness froze in a boundless rift of space and time, transcending the constraints of time and space. His existence was no longer bound by any rules. The endless chaos of the universe unfolded before him, and he felt as if he were in a world of nothingness, with only his own consciousness faintly fluctuating. For him, this moment was a brand new beginning, yet also seemed like an end, as if everything had lost its meaning.

Once, he pursued boundless power, yearning to transcend the constraints of fate and become the master of the universe. Yet, standing in this boundless void, Feng Jing felt a strange feeling—an ethereal tranquility, a seemingly aimless yet deeply meaningful existence. He realized that he had never truly understood what "freedom" meant.

What exactly is freedom? Is it breaking free from chains? Or transcending all constraints to embrace a completely new way of being? Feng Jing's thoughts grew clearer, yet also increasingly confused. He drifted in this chaotic ocean, like a speck of dust, insignificant, yet deeply immersed in this boundless vastness.

"You finally understand." That deep, deep voice resounded in Feng Jing's mind again, as if coming from an endless abyss. "You have never been controlled by fate. True 'fate' is not an external force, but the choices you make within yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, and then he felt as if he had resonated with that profound power. The voice wasn't hostile or accusatory, but rather offered a gentle guidance. "Every path you've taken is your own choice. You haven't escaped fate, but danced with it. With every choice you make, the wheel of fate has begun to turn, and you've never stopped."

Feng Jing was silent for a moment, a complex wave of emotions welling up within him. He hadn't stopped walking; these words touched upon his deepest thoughts. He had once believed he had transcended fate, but now he realized that fate wasn't a shackle to be broken, but a journey of self-dialogue.

"So, what is the ultimate mystery?" Feng Jing finally asked. His voice was calm, but his heart was turbulent. "I've walked through countless rifts and experienced countless times and spaces. Is this all just the mist of fate?"

"The ultimate mystery doesn't exist outside of us." The voice's tone deepened. "It lies deep within you. You once sought the power of the universe, trying to find the answer within, but the true answer actually lies deep within you."

Feng Jing's thoughts began to surge, and his consciousness gradually emerged from the abyss. He began to recall the experiences along the way: those times fighting side by side with others, those times wandering alone in the cracks of time and space, those moments of pain and struggle. He realized that every battle and every journey he had experienced was a process of continuous confrontation with fate, with himself, and with self-understanding.

He once believed that he needed to break through all obstacles and transcend all boundaries, but now he realizes that this transcendence is nothing but a kind of loss. True freedom and true power are not to be found in the outside world, but to find oneself in the heart and come to terms with one's own destiny.

"I understand." Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became clear at that moment. "The ultimate is not transcendence, but understanding. Destiny is not something I must escape from, but a mirror I must face. What I have been running away from is myself."

The voice didn't respond, and Feng Jing's consciousness gradually began to calm. The countless struggles and pursuits he'd endured seemed insignificant at this moment. He began to feel a deep sense of peace, a tranquility that transcended time and space. This peace didn't come from any external force, but rather from a certain awakening deep within him.

He was no longer the Feng Jing who had once sought power and control in the endless universe, nor was he a mere chess piece spinning on the wheel of fate. He had become a completely new being—one who not only accepted the trajectory of fate but also found his own place within it.

"I am no longer the person I used to be," Feng Jing whispered softly, as if speaking to himself, or even to the universe. "I no longer crave control, nor do I seek eternal power. I simply exist, and that is enough."

As these words fell, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually entered a deep meditative state. He no longer sought to comprehend any external rules or restrictions, instead completely allowing himself to merge with this chaotic ocean. He felt an unprecedented freedom—a freedom that didn't come from breaking free of all constraints, but from finding peace and harmony within them.

The universe continued to unfold within Feng Jing's consciousness. The cracks and chaos still existed, but they were no longer a threat; instead, they became part of Feng Jing. Feng Jing began to sense a power he had never felt before—a power that belonged to no dimension. It was a resonance between him and the universe, a reconciliation with his fate.

He knew, at this moment, that he had finally found his way back. It wasn't about escape, it wasn't about transcendence, it was about acceptance and understanding. Fate was no longer an enemy, but a lifelong mentor. On this path back, he was no longer alone, no longer lost, but breathing and existing with every particle and every crack in the universe.

Feng Jing's consciousness slowly expanded, merging into the vastness of the universe. He was no longer the Feng Jing who longed to control the universe, nor was he the lost man seeking freedom. He simply existed, quietly and peacefully, becoming a part of the universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally found his home.

Chapter 852: The Chessboard of Fate and the Devourer