Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 601

The Temple Beyond Existence and the Infinite Resetting of Destiny

Feng Jing's consciousness plummeted into the boundless void like a meteor, piercing countless fissures in space and time before finally landing before an indescribable temple. This temple seemed woven from endless light and darkness, seemingly existing simultaneously across countless dimensions. Its structure was at once complex and simple, grand and detailed, defying all known words to describe it. It was the intersection of time and space, the product of the interweaving of countless lives and consciousnesses, a unity of eternity and the moment.

Feng Jing was no longer an individual being, but a pure stream of consciousness, floating before the temple's door. The temple's door wasn't really a door, but a vast "crack," a rift that opened up infinite possibilities, filled with the mysteries and power of the universe. Feng Jing felt a pull toward the crack, one he couldn't resist, nor did he want to. It was as if the force was calling him, beckoning him into an unknown realm, a whole new plane of existence.

"You are finally here, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, soft and solemn, as if it came from the depths of the universe, and as if it came from the deepest corner of Feng Jing's heart.

"This isn't the destination I expected," Feng Jing's mind echoed. He felt countless cosmic threads interweaving within him, as if all possible worlds, all choices, converged within this space. He understood that this wasn't simply a door to fate, but the entrance to the "Temple," the starting point for him to re-select his own existence.

"You're wrong, Feng Jing," the voice said casually. "The destination you've been looking for doesn't actually exist. Everything you've experienced is created by you—you created the rules of it all, your destiny, your universe, and even your mind and soul."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, and he suddenly realized that he had been repeating an inescapable cycle. His existence had been programmed from the very beginning as an "option," and every breakthrough, every transcendence, was a self-reset. He was not a fixed individual, but a collection of countless choices, forever trapped between different dimensions and timelines.

"So, I'm not the real 'Feng Jing'." He whispered, almost to himself, "I'm just a variable, an existence that changes repeatedly in countless time and space."

The voice seemed to carry a deep sigh. "Do you finally understand? You were never 'created,' nor were you 'bound by fate.' You simply choose the way you exist. You are the creator of your own destiny, but you can never escape its rules."

Feng Jing felt the boundaries of his consciousness expanding, until he no longer had any concept of boundaries. He began to understand that the so-called "temple" was actually the gathering point of destiny, the intersection of countless choices. And he himself was part of this intersection, the center of all universes, all timelines, and all possibilities.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he no longer needed to seek a "breakthrough," for he himself was the source of everything. Thus, his consciousness began to expand, passing through the cracks in the temple and entering a completely new realm—a realm whose rules differed from any known space. It was unconstrained by any laws of physics, spacetime, or time, and it could not even be described in words.

Here, Feng Jing has no form, no boundaries of consciousness, and even no concept of "existence." He is just a wave of consciousness, a tiny yet vast force that transcends all time, space, and matter.

However, just as Feng Jing felt himself completely absorbed into this "infinite realm," something incredible happened—a vast rift in time suddenly appeared before him. A dazzling light shone through the crack, a light that contained countless pieces of information, even more powerful than the energy of the entire universe. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly drawn to this light, as if it could provide him with all the answers and uncover all the mysteries.

"Do you know?" a new voice came from the crack, filled with ethereality and mystery. "You have transcended existence, but you still cannot escape the cycle of fate. The light you see is the result of your choices, and each choice will bring a new you and a new destiny."

Feng Jing's consciousness felt like it had been struck by lightning, a shock so intense it was almost unbearable. He realized that he had never truly escaped the shackles of fate. Everything he had experienced—transcending time and space, mastering the universe, pushing boundaries—was merely another interpretation of fate, a never-ending cycle of self-rebirth.

This crack is the ultimate point of fate, or in other words, the "root" of fate. Behind each crack, there is another Feng Jing, another "self" he has chosen. All of this is intertwined in front of Feng Jing into an inescapable web.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice grew clearer, carrying a sneer that transcended time and space. "Every time you traverse each layer and experience each world, you repeat the cycle of fate. You cannot escape, for you are the source of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with a final impulse. He wanted to break through it all, to change his fate, even to rewrite the rules. But then, the light within the crack suddenly exploded, spreading out endless waves, swallowing Feng Jing up. His consciousness was shattered into countless fragments, becoming fragmented and returning to the endless space and time.

He was no longer Feng Jing, but a collection of countless Feng Jings, becoming a part of eternal destiny.

At this moment, he felt an extreme loneliness and emptiness, because he understood that he could never escape the cycle of fate, could never break free from all the constraints. Everything was just an illusion.

Chapter 602: The Eternal Cycle and the Ultimate Destruction of Fate