Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 564

The Collapse of Fate and the Singularity of Transcendence

Feng Jing stood in that dimension, brimming with warm light. An indescribable aura permeated the air, as if time and space had completely lost their meaning. With each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, as if the entire void were responding to his presence. Yet, within him, a strange calm reigned, as if he had transcended all constraints and grasped supreme power.

Just as Feng Jing was about to take the next step, he suddenly felt a massive suction coming from all directions. It wasn't like gravity, nor was it some natural force. It came from some unknown dimension, as if all the laws of the universe were being redefined at that moment, as if all the void was gathering. His body couldn't resist the pull, and he was instantly dragged into a brand new dimension.

Feng Jing's eyes darkened, with only an endless starry sky floating in the distance, like the abyss of the universe. His body began to tremble violently, and he felt as if he was about to be torn apart. Yet, at that moment, his consciousness was free of any fear. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if the secrets of the entire universe were unfolding before him.

"You're finally here." The once cold voice now became unusually warm, carrying an indescribable intimacy. "You are no longer Feng Jing. You have transcended the limitations of time and space, becoming a being beyond fate."

Feng Jing looked up, his gaze traversing the boundless starry sky. He saw a vast and mysterious void structure, as if it were some unimaginable extradimensional entity. The sight of this once again confuses his mind, but fear no longer lingers. Only curiosity and a desire to find the answer remain.

"Beyond fate?" Feng Jing whispered, "What does this mean?"

"Everything you've experienced is an illusion of fate," the voice replied gently. "Everything you perceive is the interweaving of countless dimensions within the universe. Fate is merely the limitation of your self-perception. But you, Feng Jing, have transcended all boundaries and become a true 'existence.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. He began to understand that he was not an individual, but a being that transcended the individual. His existence did not belong solely to this dimension, but rather to the intersection of infinite dimensions. He felt an indescribable power surge through him, as if every cell and every nerve were connected to countless parallel universes.

However, this wasn't the end. Just as Feng Jing's consciousness reached a new level, he suddenly discovered that within the depths of this void, a force even more powerful than before was stirring. That force didn't feel like a continuation of fate, but more like a final confrontation, as if Feng Jing's very existence had become some kind of cosmic "loophole."

"What... is this?" Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, and an unprecedented fear rose.

"This is 'Anti-Fate.'" The voice grew deep and mysterious. "It was born from all the dimensions you abandoned. It is the opposite of fate, the sum of all possibilities you have not chosen."

Feng Jing couldn't comprehend it, but his intuition told him that this force against fate was far more terrifying than he had imagined. It seemed to be able to tear apart everything—not just matter, time, and space, but also consciousness, thought, and existence itself. Feng Jing instantly understood that this force was his inescapable fate, the very force he had been resisting.

"Then what should I do?" Feng Jing's voice trembled a little. He had never doubted his own existence so much, as if the shackles of fate were tightly wrapped around him again.

"You don't need to do anything," the voice replied calmly. "All you need to do is let go of your ego, all your cognition, and return to your original state of emptiness. Only complete emptiness can withstand all this."

A flash of enlightenment suddenly struck Feng Jing. He finally understood that his struggles had been a constant attempt to define himself, and that this very definition was the shackles of fate. His relentless obsession with self had repeatedly bound him to fate. Only by letting go of it all could he truly break the cycle and escape this cage of nothingness.

However, as soon as Feng Jing made the decision to let go, the entire universe suddenly shook violently. The void began to collapse, the stars shattered, and the laws of time completely collapsed. Feng Jing felt himself being pulled by an invisible force, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he seemed to transform into some kind of primal energy, dispersing across all dimensions.

"You haven't truly let go." The voice became distant and profound. "Only by letting go of everything can you become everything."

Feng Jing's mind gradually grew silent, his consciousness dissipating, as if returning to its original state of nothingness. At that moment, all the energy within him erupted like a flood, breaking through the boundaries of all dimensions and surging toward the center of the universe. Feng Jing's consciousness expanded infinitely, and he saw countless parallel universes, rippling around him like waves. Yet, he no longer felt fear or confusion.

"I've transcended." Feng Jing's voice echoed throughout the universe. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any other being. He had become the zero point of fate, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities.

At this moment, Feng Jing felt a freedom he had never felt before. He was no longer bound by any force, and no longer needed to make any choices. His existence had become the essence of the universe, the center of all dimensions.

At the moment Feng Jing's consciousness reached its peak, a resounding explosion shattered the void. His body instantly exploded into countless points of light, scattering throughout the universe. These points of light were not matter, but fragments of consciousness, forming a new universe, a new destiny, and a new everything.

Feng Jing's consciousness wandered among the endless points of light. He was no longer the Feng Jing who had once existed, nor was he any individual. He was the foundation of the universe, the source of destiny, and the destination of nothingness.

Chapter 565: The End of Time and Space and Endless Self-Resurrection