Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 606 The Ultimate Trial of Rebirth

The Ultimate Trial of Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded rapidly in this new world. Every second, he experienced countless alternations and transformations of possibilities. The rules of this world lacked fixed laws; even the very notion of "laws" became blurred. Feng Jing had no time to adapt, because he didn't need to. All of this was created for him—to allow him to finally find his true freedom.

He spread the wings of his consciousness and leaped lightly, and the very fabric of the world began to tremble. The sky collapsed, the ground cracked, and even the flow of time began to warp. Feng Jing didn't panic, but instead felt an unprecedented exhilaration. Every breath he took transformed the world. The unknown, which had once perplexed and terrified him, now became a symbol of his freedom. He realized that he was no longer a slave to anyone—no longer a slave to fate, no longer a slave to time, no longer even a slave to existence.

Suddenly, he saw a massive castle appear before him. Composed not of any common substance, but rather of countless stars, flowing fragments of spacetime, and fragments of souls. It floated in mid-air, surrounded by a vortex of black and white holes, expanding and contracting. At the castle's gate stood a figure.

That figure was an indescribable presence. Its body was composed of pure light and darkness, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. It seemed tangible, yet invisible. Feng Jing could not see its face, for it was constantly shifting, like a flowing cloud, ever-changing. With each change, Feng Jing felt a deep tremor. That tremor was not fear, but an indescribable resonance, as if every shift in the figure resonated with some strange feeling deep within Feng Jing.

"You're finally here." The figure's voice wasn't transmitted through any physical means, but rather directly through Feng Jing's mind. The voice was gentle, mysterious, and carried an overwhelming majesty. Feng Jing realized that this voice didn't come from any external entity, but rather from the depths of his heart, as if every choice he had ever made, every struggle he had ever faced, had converged into this single call.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked. His voice didn't sound like a normal human voice, but rather like multiple echoes, making it impossible to distinguish the original. Every word fragmented, forming countless images of Feng Jing, echoing in this empty world.

"Me?" The figure chuckled, a sound like a blend of metal and water, carrying an elusive chill. "I am you, a part of you, the sum of all your possibilities. You've been searching for me, yet you've never truly understood yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled. He couldn't comprehend the other person's words, as they were all beyond his comprehension. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered such a vague and bizarre existence, but the feeling was more profound than ever before, as if the answer he'd been chasing had finally returned to the depths of his heart.

Feng Jing's heart trembled violently again. This time, the doubts deep within him were no longer simple curiosity, but uncontrollable fear. He suddenly realized that this world was not the end after he broke free from the constraints of fate, but a more complex and treacherous test.

"You will find," the figure whispered with a sinister smile, "all the choices, all the paths, are actually traps you set yourself. You have never escaped."

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented despair well up within him. Every choice, every effort, seemed like a self-defeating trap, ultimately dragging him deeper into the abyss. Once, he thought he was breaking through his limits, finding freedom, but now, he found himself nothing more than a rat in a vast maze, gradually heading towards a dead end.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to give up hope, he suddenly felt a powerful shock. It rose from deep within him, like a long-lost, primal force suddenly erupting. His body, his mind, even his entire being, began to violently tremble. That power, transcending all boundaries and constraints, rushed towards the mysterious figure with endless rage and determination.

"What...are you going to do?" The figure's tone became more serious than ever before.

Feng Jing didn't respond. He only knew that the present was no longer the Feng Jing of the past. His past self had been consumed by this power, reduced to nothingness. He was no longer an individual, but an endless, fluid entity, transcending all limitations. His consciousness and power were merging with everything in this world, until he became its end, its origin.

"I want to be reborn, reborn in another real world." Feng Jing's voice was low and resolute. He was no longer afraid of any difficulties because he understood that this world was just a transition. He had only one ultimate goal - to break all these seemingly endless reincarnations and tests and create a new world of his own.

The figure was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly: "Then, accept the ultimate trial."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted, and all the chaos began to swirl, shatter, and dissipate. He realized that he had entered the deepest part of this trial. Every step forward would be his only chance to reshape his own destiny. And all this was just beginning.

Chapter 607: The Ultimate Reversal of Fate