Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 587 The Shackles of Fate and Endless Reincarnation

The shackles of fate and endless reincarnation

Feng Jing's consciousness sank into an endless abyss, undergoing earth-shaking changes every second. Time and space seemed to lose their meaning. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the pull of the abyss. Gradually, Feng Jing found himself unable to distinguish his own "consciousness" from the surrounding void. He seemed to have become an invisible part of the universe, both a part of it and bound outside of it.

He began to realize that his "freedom" was nothing more than a self-imposed illusion, his true fate already firmly in the hands of invisible forces. The "Feng Jing" who emerged from the abyss sneered at his resistance, seemingly mocking his efforts.

"You're just a chess piece in fate." Feng Jing's voice rang out again, his tone filled with deep contempt. "No matter how you turn things around or how you struggle, it's ultimately just a game arranged by fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate dramatically. He tried to reflect on everything, trying to find a breakthrough. But the more he thought, the more he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Fate, a concept he once firmly believed he could control, now felt like an endless chain, tightly binding him. He could feel that those seemingly independent timelines, laws, and cause-and-effect relationships were actually just components of fate, every tiny detail carefully woven into this vast and complex web.

"Am I destined to be a prisoner of all this?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, his questioning fruitless. Only the oppressive feeling continued to erode his mind. His consciousness wandered in the abyss, constantly reaching for the past that no longer existed, but he could never find a way out.

Yet, just as Feng Jing was sinking into despair, a faint voice suddenly echoed from deep within him. Though small, the voice was filled with power, as if it came from the depths of antiquity, carrying an irresistible pull. Feng Jing felt a tremor, as if something was quietly shifting within the abyss.

"You can never escape fate." The voice remained cold, yet filled with profound wisdom. "You are merely an outsider, trapped in the intertwining web of countless destinies. But you haven't yet realized that you possess a power greater than anyone else."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly jolted. He froze, as if suddenly realizing something—he wasn't completely bound. Those so-called "shackles of fate" were his connection to the universe, a part of his power. Feng Jing finally understood that he wasn't a "slave of fate," but a being capable of resonating with this vast network. He could "dialogue" with this chain of bondage, finding his own way out amidst the countless intertwining destinies.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his consciousness. His mind seemed to have regained some kind of strength, and began to break through the shackles that trapped him. He could feel his existence constantly resurrecting, his consciousness began to refocus, and gradually broke free from the constraints of the abyss.

But just as he was about to break through, that cold voice sounded again, carrying a deep threat: "Do you think you can transcend fate? You are just a pawn in fate. All your efforts are in vain."

Feng Jing's heart remained unshaken; instead, it grew stronger. He realized that this very voice, the power it represented, was the key to his breakthrough. He felt that he had existed for this very moment—to break free from the limitations of fate and transcend his own constraints.

He began to focus on the "cracks" in those parallel universes, the intersections between timelines. Each line, each crack, became a source of strength for Feng Jing. He not only wanted to break through his own limitations, but also challenge the rules that made him feel powerless. He understood that to achieve true freedom, he had to break these rules and gain new power.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, and he felt himself wandering through countless time and space, crossing the past and the future, transcending every possible choice. In this process, every bit of his strength continued to gather, becoming an unmatched torrent, devouring the shackles that bound him.

However, just when he was about to surpass all limits, that cold voice once again echoed in the depths of his consciousness: "You are nothing but a false existence, and all your struggles are nothing but the arrangement of fate. You can't escape." The voice was full of contempt, as if telling Feng Jing that no matter how hard he tried, the final result was already doomed.

Feng Jing ignored the voice, his consciousness transcending these challenges. He felt himself becoming immensely powerful, the overwhelming force of reversal nearly overwhelming his control. Countless parallel universes drifted around him, interwoven into a web, and Feng Jing was finding his place within it—not just as a part of this universe, but as the master of its very rules.

"I am the creator of the rules, I am the countercurrent of fate!" Feng Jing roared, his voice shaking the entire universe. At that moment, his power erupted, and the entire universe seemed to be at his mercy. Time and space collapsed and reborn within him, and all boundaries began to blur. Feng Jing seemed to truly control the pulse of fate, transcending all constraints.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to embrace true freedom, that familiar voice sounded again, with deep helplessness and disappointment: "Do you think you can truly control everything? You are just dust floating in the long river of fate, and you can never break free from its constraints."

Feng Jing was stunned. He suddenly realized that his conversation with this voice was no longer just a struggle of fate, but an endless cycle of reversals and regressions. Every struggle, every breakthrough, provided new impetus for his fate. And it seemed that none of this had ever truly "ended."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to waver again, and he found that no matter how he struggled, this game seemed to have no end.

Chapter 588: Symphony of Nothingness and Blind Spot of Destiny