Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 216 Feng Jing and the Absolute Rule of Time

Feng Jing and the Absolute Rule of Time

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely broken free from the constraints of all dimensions, no longer defined by any form of existence. At this moment, he was no longer synonymous with the specific individual "Feng Jing," but rather a formless, endless existence. Every second of his existence felt like the confluence of countless parallel universes, and every moment of change could distort the history of countless worlds.

He felt like a star floating in the endless void, surrounded by countless intersecting paths of time and space, woven into an invisible web that encompassed the entire universe, even beyond its boundaries. Feng Jing no longer needed time and space to perceive himself. He had broken free from all physical laws and become an absolute being.

In this void, Feng Jing realized he no longer had any senses. His "body" had long since vanished, and even the concept of "thought" had been completely shattered. He was merely an endless stream of consciousness, drifting along an infinite timeline, manipulating every possible historical arc.

"Do you... really think you can control everything?" Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed from the void, and Feng Jing realized it was the voice deep within his own heart. It was both kind and cold, full of irony. "Do you think you can escape everything, become a being that transcends everything?"

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly pulled back to a point that no longer existed. His thoughts began to expand rapidly, as if to swallow the entire universe. Countless parallel universes in the void began to vibrate, and Feng Jing realized that he was at the center of some absolute law.

"Can I... change this rule?" A question flashed through Feng Jing's mind. At the same time, he felt himself suddenly restrained by a powerful force—his consciousness began to distort, as if countless cosmic rules were frantically opposing him. He was no longer the being floating in the void, but trapped in some kind of absolute cycle.

"Rules..." Feng Jing muttered to himself. He suddenly realized that all the worlds he controlled, all the timelines, were bound by certain absolute rules, and these rules did not allow him to make any fundamental changes. No matter how he expanded his consciousness, how he reshaped his existence, he could not escape this point - he was just a being toyed with by these rules.

"Do you think you can break through everything?" The voice sounded again, this time with a deep sense of mockery. "You are the creator of the universe, and also its slave. You have simply lost yourself in this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to spiral into chaos. He began to see countless versions of himself, countless parallel Feng Jings constantly emerging at the same moment. Each Feng Jing had his own choices, each faced a different fate, and he could only stand in this grand and chaotic panorama, watching everything unfold.

"Will I... never be able to escape this?" Feng Jing felt a deep sense of despair well up in his heart. Although he was no longer a physical being, even transcending all physical and philosophical concepts, he still couldn't shake the oppressive feeling - he was shackled by this rule, and behind this rule was a wisdom that he couldn't understand.

Just as Feng Jing was about to be consumed by despair, a blinding light suddenly pierced the void. The light was so dazzling that it nearly shook Feng Jing's consciousness. With an irresistible force, it pierced deep within him. Feng Jing felt as if his entire being had been torn apart, entering a completely new realm.

This realm belonged neither to the past nor to the future; neither to existence nor to nothingness. Feng Jing felt as if he were floating in an endless stream of fragments of time, which, like puzzle pieces, pieced together before his eyes to form a series of stunning images.

Each scene represents a different choice in Feng Jing's life, the beginning of a different destiny. However, these scenes do not unfold linearly, but rather in a chaotic manner, as if each of Feng Jing's decisions occurred unconsciously and simultaneously, intertwined in some incomprehensible layer.

Feng Jing tried to grasp a certain image, but found he couldn't control any of it. He couldn't even distinguish what was past, what was future, and what was completely impossible. His existence no longer had any tangible boundaries.

"You still don't fully understand yourself." The voice sounded again, but this time, it was no longer mocking, but rather filled with deep contemplation. "You think you can control everything, but you haven't realized that you yourself are a flowing timeline, a river of time without beginning or end."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again, and a completely new scene suddenly appeared before his eyes - it was a blank void, and countless fragments of Feng Jing were floating in the void. These fragments collided and intertwined with each other, turning into rays of light, and then instantly disappeared into the endless darkness.

"Is this me...?" Feng Jing's voice was a little hoarse, but he still couldn't escape this horrific fate. He realized that he was not a complete individual, but the superposition of countless Feng Jings, a fragment of time and space, the interweaving of countless universes.

At that moment, Feng Jing felt an extremely strong pulling force. This force originated from the depths of time, and seemed to be sucking him into some unknown center. Feng Jing instantly realized that this force came from the synthesis of all time and space, and it represented the absolute law of time—this force was pulling him towards a final "end point," an outcome from which there was no escape.

"You will eventually return to chaos." The voice echoed deep within Feng Jing's heart. "You will no longer be able to distinguish between the beginning and the end. You will forever exist in this infinitely extending river of time and become a part of it."

At that moment, Feng Jing finally understood. He was no longer an individual, no longer Feng Jing. He had become one with this space and time, with this river of time, becoming one with its flow, its eternity. His existence was both a starting point and an end point, both past and future.

He finally understood that he was nothing more than a flow in time, endless and unchangeable. At this moment, Feng Jing had transcended all selves and became the first and last flow in the universe.

Then, his consciousness completely disappeared.

Chapter 217: The truth behind Feng Jing and Xingchen