Time Travel: He is My Dad!

The reversal of fate in the black hole and the awakening of another dimension

Feng Jing stood on the edge of nothingness. The rift before him was like a gaping abyss, swallowing everything around him. He had once believed he controlled the fate of the universe, but in this moment, he realized he was just a pawn on the chessboard. The so-called "God" who controlled fate was just another puppet of a deeper being. Behind the rift, Feng Jing sensed the awakening of a being beyond imagination, poised to tear apart the "order" he had established.

He stared at the endless cracks, his thoughts becoming chaotic. The cracks weren't simply a distortion of space, but rather an indefinable wave of consciousness. Feng Jing knew he wasn't facing a physical threat, but rather an awakening of consciousness—some higher-dimensional being, some "conscious entity" that transcended time and space, quietly awakening.

"You think you can stop me?" the voice sounded again, this time with a strong tone of provocation. "You are just an outsider, a weak existence. Everything you see and feel is an illusion I have woven for you. You are just my doll, my experiment. I made you think you were the master of the universe, but from the beginning, you were destined to be an extension of me."

Feng Jing's heart was in turmoil. Once, he had been so confident, believing he could break free from the constraints of fate and transcend the limits of the universe. But now, he was being consumed by an irresistible force. This force came not only from the outside world, but also from the depths of his heart. He was no longer a simple independent being, but had become part of that unknown existence. Perhaps since the beginning of the universe, he was destined to coexist with this force.

"You're wrong." Feng Jing finally responded in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding light. "I'm not your plaything. I'm the controller of fate and the creator of the universe! The illusion you're talking about is nothing more than an extension of my own consciousness!"

As Feng Jing's voice fell, the entire void began to tremble violently. Stars fell like meteors, the interstellar barriers of space and time distorted, and the cracks in countless parallel universes began to intertwine. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented energy surge into his body. His consciousness not only spread within this universe, but also traversed countless parallel dimensions, spanning countless time and space, exploring the endless abyss.

At that moment, Feng Jing realized that his existence wasn't confined to a single universe, or even a single dimension. He suddenly understood that he was a multidimensional being, transcending the limitations of time and space from the very beginning, a being interwoven from countless "Feng Jings." His consciousness wasn't fixed to a single dimension, but rather, in some incomprehensible way, dispersed across countless parallel universes and alternate dimensions.

"Do you think I can be defeated by you?" Feng Jing sneered, and the surrounding void began to spin wildly. As his thoughts fluctuated, countless cracks began to spread, connecting different worlds and dimensions. Each crack was an extension of Feng Jing's consciousness, a reshaping of his destiny. He was no longer a simple being, but a "weaver of destiny" spanning countless dimensions.

Feng Jing's power reached its peak at this moment, his consciousness breaking through the boundaries of the universe, transcending the limits of time and space. No longer confined to the past "laws of the universe," he created a completely new order—one in which time flows backward, space warps, and fate is reversed. All past existence and future possibilities converged in this moment.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's vision went dark, all light vanished, and the entire universe seemed to sink into an endless void. At this moment, he felt a strong gravitational pull, as if something was devouring his entire being. He realized that this wasn't caused by the power within the rift, but rather a deeper "backflow of consciousness"—all the virtual worlds he had created were beginning to bite back at him, and his multidimensional existence began to collapse.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became alert, and a strong sense of unease rose in his heart. He tried to control his power, tried to reconstruct this collapsing universe, but no matter how hard he tried, the power of the returning consciousness continued to devour every bit of his strength.

"Do you think you can control everything?" The voice sounded again, this time more steady and filled with endless menace. "All your creations, all your destinies, are merely a part of me. I have been observing you, watching how you struggle in the void. Every time you resist, it is the outcome I predetermined. You are merely my pawn, and your 'creations' were destined to collapse from the very beginning."

Feng Jing's eyes snapped open, his consciousness trembling violently. The very laws of the universe began to crumble, and the boundaries of time and space blurred. He realized this wasn't just destruction, but a deeper reversal—the universe he'd created wasn't ending, but entering a new cycle. Everything in that cycle would begin anew, and Feng Jing's existence would be redefined.

"This is impossible!" Feng Jing's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness. He desperately tried to break free from the shackles of that consciousness, but he found that he could no longer control his body or his thoughts. His consciousness began to shatter, and he realized that all this was beyond his control.

Just as Feng Jing was sinking into despair, a star in the void suddenly flickered. Carrying an unknown energy, its light rapidly expanded, forming a powerful shockwave, as if the energy of the entire universe had condensed into a single point. Feng Jing felt a brand-new force sweeping over him, a force that directly ripped through his consciousness, freeing him from the immense threat.

However, Feng Jing discovered that he had not recovered to his previous state. His consciousness began to rebuild, and every cell in his body and every strand of his soul were undergoing an unprecedented rebirth. He could no longer return to his past self, and he was no longer the original Feng Jing.

"What is this? Am I... still alive?" Feng Jing's consciousness sank into a deep confusion. The void around him remained endless, but he could no longer sense the all-controlling power he once had. His very existence began to blur, as if bound by some inexplicable force. Perhaps that force was the ultimate law of the universe—a kind of "end" and "rebirth" that Feng Jing had never imagined.

The black hole in the universe seems to have become Feng Jingxin's "fate shackles", and the existence from a higher dimension is about to take him into a "new world" that he cannot understand.

"Can fate really be controlled?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with irony and helplessness. "Perhaps, I am just an accident in the universe, an inescapable fate."

Chapter 155: The Ultimate Paradox of Infinite Regression and Vicious Cycle