Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 744: The Ultimate Reincarnation of Destiny and the Rebirth of God

The Ultimate Reincarnation of Destiny and the Rebirth of God

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer merely a limited existence; it had merged with every timeline and parallel world in the universe. He felt like a drop of water dissolving into the ocean, becoming omnipresent, filling the endless void. And now, he stood in an almost indescribable position, unable to move forward or backward. He was no longer Feng Jing; he had become the core of the entire universe, its fate fused with Feng Jing's.

"You finally understand." The voice continued to come from all directions, cold and deep. "You are not an individual. You are the heart of the universe, the machine of fate. You think you are constantly resisting fate, but you have never truly left its orbit. Every pain you experience, every resistance, is an illusion you weave. The fate you cannot escape is precisely your belief in it."

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly shook violently. This voice seemed to belong to no concrete entity. It carried traces of time and space, spanning countless dimensions. It seemed to transcend all language, striking directly at the depths of his soul, tearing apart his perception and understanding. Feng Jing took a deep breath, but the air was absent. He felt as if he had lost his body, his form, and become pure existence.

"Fate?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, "Am I destined to be its puppet from the very beginning? Then, what is the meaning of my existence? What exactly am I supposed to do?"

Before he could finish his words, Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly swept up by a strange force, transported into a completely new dimension. This was an absurd world, where all rules collapsed in an instant. Everything became utterly bizarre. The boundary between matter and energy no longer existed, and time and space lost their meaning. Feng Jing saw an endlessly towering mountain. It seemed to have broken all physical laws, stretching beyond the universe. Atop its peak burned a flame unbelievable by any substance, emitting a terrifying aura.

Feng Jing gazed up at the mountain, his consciousness unconsciously climbing upward. His body no longer existed, but his soul, like a wisp of wind, was bound for the summit. Every step forward felt fraught with impossibility, as if space were deforming and time were collapsing. With each moment of progress, Feng Jing's soul became more unrecognizable.

"Why are you going there?" the voice sounded again, with a hint of strange amusement. "That's the 'Ultimate Place', the core of the universe, and the end of your destiny. Don't you understand? You're not going there to escape, but to complete a cycle. You are the 'chess piece', you can't cross that line, you will always return to the starting point."

Feng Jing's soul suddenly stopped. He realized he had made a choice from which there was no turning back. He had thought he could transcend everything, break free from all constraints, but now he understood that all his choices, all his resistance, all his efforts were ultimately but tiny ripples of fate. No matter how he struggled, he would eventually return to this fateful trajectory.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't flinch. Instead, he felt an unprecedented resolve. He took a deep breath and silently said to himself, "I am no longer a pawn of fate. I am no longer a symbol in this void. I am the master of my own destiny."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jing's soul was suddenly propelled towards the summit by a powerful force. The mountain rapidly magnified before his eyes, and the surrounding space began to distort violently, everything entering a state of extreme distortion. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness became incredibly clear. He seemed to see countless versions of himself, each experiencing different emotions, choices, and destinies. These Feng Jings were both himself and, at the same time, alien beings beyond his reach.

The flames on the mountaintop grew brighter, illuminating all of Feng Jing's senses. He saw that the flames seemed to hold the secrets of the entire universe. They expanded and contracted, as if breathing, as if awaiting a moment. And at the very depths of the flames, he saw a gigantic eye, staring back at him. Its eyes held no emotion, only endless emptiness.

"Do you finally understand?" the voice sounded again, no longer indifferent this time, but filled with an indescribable compassion. "You are no longer Feng Jing. You have long since broken free from the constraints of the individual. You have seen the truth of this universe, and this truth means that you can never turn back. You are no longer fate's plaything; you have become its source, and yet you are also destined to remain within it forever."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur, and everything around him began to distort. He felt himself being swallowed by an irresistible force. In that instant, Feng Jing realized the truth of everything - he was no longer Feng Jing. He had become the embodiment of fate, the center of the entire universe. No matter how he resisted or struggled, he could never escape this endless cycle of fate.

"Then what can I do?" Feng Jing finally understood that he was no longer an individual who could make choices, but the core of the entire universe. He was no longer an individual, but destiny itself.

"You only have one choice." The voice was deep and profound. "You can choose to remain in this cycle of reincarnation forever, becoming countless incarnations of Feng Jing, experiencing countless births and deaths, destruction and rebirths, until the end of time, until the end of the universe, until everything disappears. You will become the ultimate symbol of fate, forever irreversible."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly cleared, and he finally accepted the truth of his fate. He was no escapee, but the beginning and end of this cycle of reincarnation. His existence would lead to countless worlds, the birth and death of countless Feng Jings. And all of this would continue for eternity, until all time and space ceased to exist.

Feng Jing stopped resisting. His mind gradually calmed, and he finally accepted this absurd reality. He was no longer the flesh-and-blood Feng Jing, but a reincarnation of fate, the confluence of all possibilities and choices. His existence was no longer "existence" itself, but "eternal rebirth."

When Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged into the burning flames, he became the embodiment of countless destinies, the most primitive existence in the universe. This was the ultimate choice and the only way to escape.

Chapter 745: God's Rebellion and the Ultimate Betrayal of the Universe