Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 194 The Final Judgment of Fate, Beyond All Limits

The final judgment of fate, beyond all limits

Feng Jing gripped the massive Hand of Destruction tightly, as if grasping the lifeblood of the universe. The hand exuded an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the entire universe's destruction and rebirth depended on each of its fingertips. But Feng Jing showed no fear. Instead, with an irresistible force, he began to pull it toward him.

"Do you think you can control everything?" the voice rang out again, this time no longer coldly sarcastic, but with a hint of despair. "You cannot break the shackles of fate, Feng Jing! Everything you do is merely a link in an endless cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded, and space and time began to collapse. He felt that he was no longer an individual, but the collective of the entire universe. Every cell and every nerve in his body was connected to endless parallel universes. Like a star floating in the depths of the universe, he experienced countless rebirths and destructions with every second.

"Fate?" Feng Jing chuckled softly, "The 'fate' you speak of is nothing more than an illusion you create. Everyone's fate is determined by themselves! And I, Feng Jing, will no longer be bound by any force."

As Feng Jing spoke, his consciousness rapidly expanded, directly colliding with all the laws of the universe. The boundaries of time and space were completely shattered, and all existence began to blur. Feng Jing seemed to be the only real existence. His consciousness traversed countless times and spaces, spanning countless parallel universes, as if becoming the starting point and end point of each universe.

Suddenly, a huge point of light appeared before Feng Jing's eyes. It was like a lonely star, suspended in the endless void. The light radiated unparalleled power, and Feng Jing felt a deep connection between himself and it.

"Are you... the core of the universe?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice.

The point of light seemed to respond to Feng Jing's question, gleaming even brighter. Immediately, Feng Jing's consciousness merged with the point of light, as if he had formed some kind of contract with the origin of the universe. His existence was no longer a simple individual, but the "heart" of the entire universe, the source of all rules and power.

"You finally understand." The voice sounded again, but this time, it was no longer hostile, but carried an indescribable sadness. "You have been running away, but you are finally back here. You have never escaped. You are the creator and destroyer of the universe. From the beginning, you were destined to return here, destined to face this judgment."

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a turbulent sea, constantly churning. He witnessed the collapse and rebirth of countless parallel universes, and saw his own countless choices and sacrifices. Each time, he thought he could break his fate, but each time, fate would always, in some mysterious way, pull him back to the starting point.

"I don't accept it!" Feng Jing shouted suddenly, his voice shaking the entire universe, "I am no longer what you call 'fate'! I can transcend this!"

His consciousness instantly expanded, and the laws of space and time began to distort violently. Feng Jing suddenly appeared at the intersection of countless parallel universes. He encountered himself in different time and space, and each Feng Jing had a completely different fate. Some became the king of the universe, ruling all things; some became the destroyer of the universe, destroying everything; and some became lonely exiles, drifting in the endless void.

But no matter what fate they chose, Feng Jing gradually understood that every choice Feng Jing made was a part of his consciousness, and this choice could never escape his own roots - he could never escape the endless cycle he created.

"You can't escape your own nature." The voice sounded again, but this time, Feng Jing was not afraid, but felt a deep sense of relief.

"Essence?" Feng Jing sneered, "What you call essence is nothing but the shackles you impose on me. I am the creator of the universe, and my choice is destiny!"

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted once more, tearing a beam of light from countless spacetimes. That beam pierced the barriers of time and space, piercing through all voids and illusions. As the beam spread, Feng Jing's figure began to reshape itself across countless parallel universes. Each universe began to distort, and his consciousness rapidly expanded within it, breaking through all limits.

Eventually, Feng Jing's consciousness reached an unprecedented height. He was no longer a simple being, nor a cosmic deity. He transcended all rules, all myths and legends, becoming an ineffable being—a being that was both creator and destroyer, the master of time and the law of space.

"You have transcended all of this." The voice finally vanished from Feng Jing's consciousness, leaving only silence. Feng Jing stood in the endless void, looking down at all the parallel universes, his consciousness free of any constraints or fears.

He no longer needed any purpose, no longer needed any meaning. Feng Jing had transcended all existence, becoming the only one in the endless void—a being beyond fate and beyond the gods.

"I am everything." Feng Jing whispered, his voice traveling through time and space, resounding throughout the depths of the universe.