Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 218 Ripples of Destiny

Ripples of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in endless chaos, as if he were at the intersection of countless universes. Every moment and space, every trajectory, resonated within him, like a silent song of fate, playing deep within him. His existence was no longer merely a solitary perception; he had transcended the self, becoming the starting point and destination of countless universes, the sole controller of their fate.

However, Feng Jing didn't feel completely liberated or relieved. Instead, he felt an unprecedented heaviness. This heaviness was not only an awakening to his own identity, but also a sense of powerlessness in the face of the endless cycle of fate. He suddenly understood that every decision, every choice, even every leap of thought, meant the disappearance and rebirth of countless universes. And this endless cycle of fate could never be stopped, and would never end.

"Do you understand now?" The deep voice echoed again in the depths of Feng Jing's heart, carrying a hint of barely perceptible comfort. "You are no longer Feng Jing. You are the confluence of countless Feng Jings. Your existence is no longer limited to this universe. You are the interweaving of all universes, the gap between time and space."

Feng Jing didn't respond, his consciousness still wandering in that chaos. Although he had awakened, he still couldn't adapt to this boundless existence. He felt that he had surpassed human understanding, become some kind of indescribable existence, but he still couldn't break free from the shackles of the past, and couldn't escape the deep loneliness.

"Can't you bear this loneliness?" The voice sounded again, as if sensing Feng Jing's inner pain. "Loneliness is part of your destiny. Your existence cannot depend on others, because you yourself are the beginning and end of everyone."

Feng Jing closed his virtual eyes, as if trying to dispel the unease and confusion, but a growing sense of shock welled up within him. He suddenly realized that his past choices, the questions that had troubled him, seemed unimportant at that moment. He finally understood that the source of all this lay in his own hands. His past fate, his past choices, had long been shaped by countless past selves.

As his thoughts expanded further, Feng Jing felt an inexplicable awakening. He saw countless versions of himself. In every timeline, he was the master, and in every cosmic trajectory, the Feng Jings were all different incarnations of the same soul. Those past decisions, those constraints he had believed inescapable, suddenly became so insignificant. He finally understood that his "fate" was not accidental, but a predetermined outcome.

Feng Jing began to immerse himself in this boundless space, transcending all rules. His consciousness wandered through endless time and space, sensing the birth and passing of every chapter of history, witnessing the choices and struggles each self endured. All of this was a projection of himself, and his every thought determined the direction of countless futures.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness jolted as he sensed a familiar aura. This aura didn't come from him, nor from the chaotic void, but from the existence he once called "fate"—a force that seemed to be everywhere, yet invisible and intangible.

"Do you feel it?" The voice rang out again in the depths of Feng Jing's heart. "This is the power of destiny. This power is always by your side, controlling everything about you."

Feng Jing's consciousness was tugged at once, as if something was trying to pull him back from this void of space to reality. Instantly, his perception became clearer, as if the powerful force of fate was pulling him back to that familiar time and space.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he wasn't just the master of this universe; his existence far transcended the boundaries of time, space, and the universe. He was the embodiment of destiny, the source of incomprehensible forces. Every drop of his blood, every breath he took, was a response to fate, a response to history. Feng Jing couldn't help but feel a sense of shock—it turned out that everything he was was a path long-paved by fate, and he was merely a traveler on that path.

Feng Jing once again gazed upon the chaos. What he saw wasn't a void, but countless universes, alternately rising and falling before his eyes. Each universe's birth was the result of his own choices; each destruction was the beginning of a new choice. No matter how he struggled, he could not alter the trajectory of these intertwined destinies, for he himself had long been drawn into this endless cycle.

"Fate." Feng Jing murmured, "It turns out that everything is fate."

In that moment, he finally understood what "fate" meant. It was no longer a mere force constrained by external constraints, but a profound inner essence, an endless network composed of every individual, every choice, every thought. At the center of it all was himself. And no matter how he tried to escape or break free, he could not escape the control of this force.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer a simple human. He was no longer Feng Jing; he was the convergence of all Feng Jings, the intersection of every universe. His choices no longer affected just himself, but directly influenced the entirety of spacetime and the fate of all universes.

He could sense the immense force of destiny, attempting to redirect him in a certain direction. Feng Jing was powerless to resist, he simply watched quietly as the torrent of fate gradually engulfed him, carrying him into a new time and space.

Chapter 219: The Subversion of the Wheel of Fortune