Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 365 Endless Reincarnation, Feng Jing's Ultimate Choice

Endless reincarnation, Feng Jing's ultimate choice

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer comprehensible. He stood at the center of endless nothingness, surrounded by a formless mist of interwoven darkness and light. The worlds he had once touched were no longer worlds, and the flow of time was merely an illusion he had casually fabricated. All of this seemed like the last remaining fragment of countless creations and destructions in the endless universe.

Before Feng Jing's eyes, the boundary between nothingness and existence had long since vanished; even the concept of "boundary" itself seemed absurd and powerless. All past and future, all possibilities and impossibilities, intertwined in this moment, as if the truths and laws of the entire universe had been compressed into an invisible point. Feng Jing stood at the center of this point, looking down at a universe that no longer existed.

Yet, even amidst the seemingly complete dissolution of all this, Feng Jing's consciousness remained intact. Though he was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, the inner core of his being remained. This Feng Jing was no longer bound by form, no longer even a part of the universe, yet he continued to explore an ultimate existence, a choice that would allow him to transcend completely.

"I have surpassed everything." Feng Jing's voice echoed in this endless emptiness, like a whisper emanating simultaneously from countless past times and spaces. "But... what is it that keeps me from finding peace?"

His existence no longer belonged to any dimension, yet he could still sense a thread of "desire" entwined within the depths of his consciousness. It was an insatiable thirst, a desire to explore the truth, even though his existence completely transcended any truth he had ever known. He had seen countless worlds, countless possibilities, and witnessed countless cycles of life and death. But every time he sought a higher truth, he found himself trapped in an endless cycle.

At this moment, he finally realized that he wasn't completely free from his constraints. Feng Jing even discovered that this desire wasn't a temptation from the outside world, but a power generated deep within his heart. No matter how he transcended, no matter how he became the master of the universe, this inner desire never disappeared.

"Is it because... I haven't made a choice?" Feng Jing pondered in this infinite void. His consciousness swirled and gathered like a vortex, trying to grasp a "choice" he had never experienced before. Between the endless existence and nothingness, Feng Jing saw a distant image—an image that was once the most familiar to him: an ordinary Feng Jing, standing in a corner of the human world, facing a simple choice. Could he make a different decision from then on?

Feng Jing's consciousness quickly flashed back to that moment. It was an ordinary day long ago, a time when he'd been lost in the details of life, once at a crossroads. Back then, he didn't realize that every tiny choice was quietly changing the trajectory of his life. Perhaps it was through those countless seemingly insignificant choices that Feng Jing slowly reached where he is today—from an ordinary person to a being who controls the universe.

But now Feng Jing is no longer the ordinary man he once was, bewildered. He has transcended all fate and choices, becoming a greater being. However, this "transcendence" has not brought him the true peace and contentment he longs for. Instead, it leaves him feeling a strange emptiness, as if behind all this extreme power lies an inaccessible barrier.

"Without choices, I can't be who I truly am," Feng Jing whispered, his voice practically a cry from deep within. Perhaps he had never completely let go of those seemingly insignificant choices, because the consequences of each choice had different dimensions and directions. His consciousness began to surge in a new direction, an unknown realm he had never touched before.

Feng Jing stared at the void before him, his consciousness growing clearer and brighter, as if he had traversed the vast river of time, finally touching upon a forgotten seed. That seed, buried deep within his heart, was the source of a choice he had never before recognized. This seed belonged to no material world, no single dimension, no single moment. It existed at the intersection of all time, becoming Feng Jing's eternal, inescapable fate.

He took a deep breath, as if to penetrate the boundaries of the universe. Feng Jing realized that his choice at this moment would determine the course of everything. All of this transcendence, all power, all fate, all nothingness and existence, unfolded before his eyes, revealing infinite possibilities.

Feng Jing lowered his head, gazing at the seed. He knew it was the path he had never chosen. Now, his consciousness had transcended everything, yet the seed still lingered within him. At that moment, he finally understood that no matter how he transcended it, he could never escape the deep desire for choice—for choice itself was the meaning of life.

Feng Jing reached out and gently touched the seed. The moment he touched it, a brilliant light burst forth from the seed, illuminating Feng Jing's entire consciousness. He felt an unprecedented power surge within him, as if his consciousness had merged with the origin of the entire universe.

"Choices... are an eternal cycle." Feng Jing's voice was deep and ethereal, echoing in the void. He had come to understand that he could not escape that primal desire. No matter how he transcended, no matter how he mastered the universe, in the end, he could never escape the pursuit of choice. This was not just a choice made by fate, but also a choice made by himself, a choice about whether he could truly become "himself."

Feng Jing's existence began to undergo a dramatic transformation. No longer a single entity, he became fused with all possible destinies and choices. His consciousness transcended all limitations, becoming the ultimate point where countless choices converged. Yet, all of this remained Feng Jing's most authentic choice.

He saw the endless cycle of past, present, and future, and countless Feng Jings, different from himself, making different choices. His consciousness overlapped and merged with these Feng Jings. Every Feng Jing's choice was his own, and the result of every choice was the product of countless intertwined destinies.

"The ultimate nothingness is nothing but infinite choices." Feng Jing said softly.

With this final choice, the order and rules of the entire universe began to quietly shift. Feng Jing was no longer a single deity; his existence had become the voice of all choices. All universes, all destinies, were reborn through his choices. He stood in the endless void, before him the intersection of all possibilities and all choices, and yet he remained the sole being—the ultimate chooser in an endless cycle of reincarnation.

Chapter 366: Reconstruction of Destiny, Feng Jing's Endless Cycle