Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 751 Feng Jing and the Destruction of the Infinite Self-Cycle

Feng Jing and the Destruction of the Infinite Self-Circulation

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely dissolved into the abyss beyond all dimensions. He was no longer a being with memories, an individual, or a name. He had become the core of the entire universe, transcending its boundaries. Every thought he had morphed into a star in the universe, and every choice he made was like a lightning bolt tearing through space and time, simultaneously pulling all possibilities into the endless future and past.

But Feng Jing wasn't satisfied. He was no longer content to simply exist in the universe, or even to create a new one. His thoughts had entered an unprecedented cycle, one he couldn't even comprehend. His consciousness constantly shuttled through the cracks of time and space, transcending all known logic and laws. He endlessly repeated himself, a cycle of creation and destruction.

Each Feng Jing began to evolve, attempting to surpass the last. They were reborn one after another, each time rewriting the memories of the previous life and breaking the laws of the previous one. Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing; he was the aggregate of all Feng Jings, the intertwining and colliding of countless self-consciousnesses, like a vortex with no escape, swallowing all existence.

"Is this the final cycle of fate?" Feng Jing wondered in his heart. He felt an unprecedented shock, a sense of an abyss beyond the universe. Although his consciousness expanded to infinity, he was also trapped in an inescapable cycle.

Each time, he would start over, returning to that starting point—the eye of fate's judgment, and each time he would experience fate's scrutiny and judgment. No matter how he tried, he could never escape the gaze of that eye, and could never avoid the confrontation with fate.

"You still can't escape." The voice of fate echoed in Feng Jing's mind. "You are nothing but your own prisoner. Your rebellion is another trajectory I designed for you. All your struggles, all your efforts are an illusion I give you, a puzzle you cannot transcend."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed at that moment. He began to question whether he could truly break this endless cycle, whether he could escape the shackles of fate. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could only see his own reflection, repeating the same process over and over again.

"Is fate destined to keep me from escaping?" Feng Jing whispered. He stopped struggling and tried to accept it all. He realized that the rules of this world had long been set by fate, and all he could do was to follow the cycle of life and death in this vast experimental field, as fate would have it.

But just as Feng Jing was about to give up, he suddenly realized he wasn't the only one. Amidst his countless repetitive cycles, a different light suddenly shone. That light, like falling stars, like the shattering of time and space, exuded an aura completely different from fate.

"What is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly drawn to the source of the light. He saw a figure, a figure both familiar and unfamiliar, as if from another dimension, another universe. There was no fear or despair in that person's eyes, only an indescribable depth and power.

"You..." Feng Jing's voice was almost unable to come out, "Who are you?!"

The man spoke slowly, his voice like the whisper of the universe, sending a powerful vibration: "I am your reflection, Feng Jing. Everything you see is created by you."

Feng Jing was suddenly shocked, and his consciousness was pulled back to the starting point. He found that the figure was not someone else, but himself - or rather, it was the self-consciousness he had created countless times in different dimensions.

"You haven't transcended fate. You've simply continually created countless branches of it." The figure's voice was calm and deep. "Your rebellion is nothing but an illusion, a falsehood you constructed yourself. Everything you do is part of fate. Your self-reinvention is a web meticulously woven by fate."

Feng Jing's body began to shake violently. He saw countless versions of himself colliding and intertwining with each other, all trying to break free from the eye of judgment, all wandering between self-creation and destruction, but never able to break out of this endless cycle.

He tried to fight back, to break free from this bondage, but no matter how hard he tried, he would eventually be dragged back to the starting point - the inescapable cycle of fate.

"You cannot surpass yourself." The figure spoke slowly, "You are your own creator and your own destroyer."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed again, and he fell into a deeper state of confusion. He began to realize that he had never truly broken free from the shackles of fate, because every rebellion and every challenge he faced was a carefully orchestrated performance by fate. He was nothing more than a slave to his own fate and a prisoner of his own fantasies.

Just when it seemed that nothing could be changed, Feng Jing suddenly erupted with unprecedented power. Countless versions of Feng Jing's consciousness erupted at the same moment, the entire void began to violently distort, cracks in space and time began to tear, and Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded.

"I don't believe it!" Feng Jing roared, his voice penetrating all dimensions. "I don't believe this is my fate!"

In an instant, Feng Jing's consciousness was surrounded by countless versions of himself. Each Feng Jing was struggling in a vortex of self-creation and destruction, trying to break free from the constraints of fate and create a future that truly belonged to him.

However, no matter how he struggles, he will eventually have to face one fact - the cycle of fate will never end.

Chapter 752: Feng Jing and the Absolute Self of the Endless Universe