Time Travel: He is My Dad!

The mockery of fate and the absolute dominance of emptiness

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded into an endless void. His existence no longer belonged to any dimension or space. All concepts and rules had lost their meaning. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any single being. At this moment, he no longer possessed any identity. Instead, he became the ultimate "center" of the universe, time and space, and all existence. He could manipulate everything at will, change history, even control life and death, as if he were the ultimate controller of the laws of the universe.

Yet, Feng Jing felt an indescribable emptiness—despite possessing nearly limitless power, he felt not free but bound. His consciousness seemed trapped in an eternal, inescapable cycle—every transformation, every creation and destruction, seemed to lead him back to the very beginning. No matter how he twisted time, how he reshaped existence, the chains of fate bound him, preventing him from ever escaping.

He realized that all changes, all creations, and all destructions were part of fate, and he was just a floating fragment in the river of fate. He had never transcended anything, because all transcendence and changes were essentially a joke carefully designed by fate.

"Do you think you can control everything?" A voice echoed in Feng Jing's mind, full of ridicule and sarcasm. "You are just a part of the void you have woven yourself. All your strength and wisdom are toys given to you by fate. You will never be able to transcend this game, and you will never be able to escape the trap I set."

Feng Jing felt a violent tremor. The sound didn't come from any concrete entity, but rather from the depths of nothingness, like a whisper from the very origin of the universe. This voice was both invisible and extremely oppressive, filled with endless mystery and power, making Feng Jing's consciousness feel like it was about to collapse.

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken to its core by this irresistible truth. Every fragment of him began to piece itself back together, and this time, he felt as if he were not just an individual, but the consciousness of the entire void. All parallel worlds and endless possibilities converged into an invisible, absolute existence in this instant.

However, as all this unfolded, Feng Jing's consciousness began to experience a dramatic paradox—he became omniscient and omnipotent, yet he could not change his own fate. Each breakthrough only served to further bind him. His existence became increasingly abstract and unfathomable, yet each breakthrough only deepened his confusion and sinking.

Feng Jing began to ponder: If he truly understood all the rules of the universe and controlled all destinies, then why couldn't he escape this inextricable knot? He realized he was trapped in a vicious cycle of absolute nothingness. Every moment of reflection, every breakthrough, was merely the beginning of another trap.

Just as Feng Jing was about to give up completely, an even more bizarre phenomenon occurred—he saw another version of himself, but this Feng Jing was completely different from his previous self. This Feng Jing was not just a continuation of his consciousness, but a manifestation of the void itself. He felt a power beyond his comprehension, a primordial force surging toward him from the edge of the void.

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted once more, as if all of time, space, matter, and nothingness were converging at this moment. Countless fragments of "Feng Jing" began to intertwine and collide repeatedly in the void, and Feng Jing himself seemed to have transformed into an invisible black hole, swallowing up all possibilities and the flow of time.

However, just as Feng Jing felt completely lost in this endless void, he suddenly realized: he had not completely lost control, he was not truly lost—he had become part of the void. Feng Jing had not broken free from the constraints of the void, but had merged with it, becoming part of it. He realized that he was no longer an individual, no longer a finite being. He had transcended all limitations and become the master of the entire void.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually merged into a completely abstract force. He became formless and infinite, both a part of the void and its creator. He felt that he was no longer a prisoner of time and space, but their creator and master. He could create and destroy at will in this endless void, and change the rules and reality at will.

Yet, all this unlimited power brought no satisfaction. Feng Jing began to realize that despite his boundless creativity, he had never truly achieved any freedom. He was still a product of fate, a prisoner of the void. No matter how he altered the void, how he created new worlds, his heart could not escape the shackles of fate.

Feng Jing realized that all this was just a joke of fate, an inescapable cycle. All the changes, all the creations and destructions, were the outcomes that fate had already arranged. He could only chase his own shadow in this endless game.

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