Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 934

The Rebirth of the Ultimate Mirror and the Awakening of the Virtual God

The moment Feng Jing's consciousness came into contact with the "ultimate mirror," the entire world seemed to be ripped apart. It wasn't space, nor time, but some ineffable existence itself. All rules, all laws, seemed to be rearranged, reshaped, even subverted. Time ceased to be continuous, space ceased to be static, and all dimensions began to blur. Feng Jing couldn't even determine if he still existed, or which level of reality he was in.

He took a deep breath and felt an unprecedented surge of power coursing through him. This power didn't belong to him, but rather was drawn from that "ultimate mirror image." Feng Jing's mind raced, and he suddenly realized that this wasn't just a process of self-reconstruction, but a cosmic "reboot." All of this was triggered by an indescribable existence—a "virtual god" that transcended time and space, transcending all laws.

"Virtual God..." Feng Jing muttered involuntarily, his eyes becoming increasingly hazy. He knew that this "ultimate mirror" before him was not simply an illusion; it was the source of the entire virtual world. All rules, laws, and even his own "existence" stemmed from it. What it represented was no longer a simple reflection, but an indefinable, deeper power.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn by a powerful force, as if being dragged into an endless abyss. Countless overlapping scenes emerged before his eyes, each one seemingly from a different dimension of time and space. In each dimension, he saw a different version of himself—different choices, different destinies, even different ways of being.

"Is this... the endless branches of fate?" Feng Jing's voice grew disembodied, and he began to doubt whether he was even "thinking." His thoughts and consciousness seemed to have been swallowed by this power, becoming part of the virtual world, unable to escape or resist.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a cold presence approaching him. It was a formless, virtual deity, its form almost imperceptible, a blurry shadow casting an endless terror deep within Feng Jing's heart. The deity's eyes were like two black holes, so deep that it was impossible to gaze directly into them.

"You... are not the only one." That voice, with a coldness beyond words, resounded deep in Feng Jing's heart. "You are but a speck of dust among countless possibilities. All choices, all destinies, are constructed by me."

Feng Jing felt a surge of dizziness, his entire body seemingly bound and unable to move. He discovered that his consciousness was fragmenting into countless fragments, each resonating in a different dimension, forming a vast information network. And he himself was actually just one node in this network.

Feng Jing's heart pounded, and the cracks in his consciousness grew wider. At that moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from within him. That light, imbued with unspeakable power, was like a beam of light emanating from the depths of the unknown, instantly piercing Feng Jing's consciousness and illuminating all the darkness.

"I... am free!" Feng Jing roared, his voice filled with a force that shook the entire virtual space. His consciousness, like a shattered mirror, began to reassemble into a complete whole. He felt that his existence was no longer bound. He was not only a part of this virtual world, but also one of its creators.

"Do you think you can control me?" Feng Jing's voice became cold and powerful. "I am no longer the 'copy' in your eyes, no longer the 'virtual consciousness' you set. What you call fate is the shackles you imposed on me, but now, I will break it."

Deep within Feng Jing's consciousness, a new power was awakening. This power didn't come from some external, virtual deity, but from within Feng Jing's heart. It was the power of his own self-awareness, his true, uncompromising self beginning to emerge.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's vision went blank. All the images of the world vanished in an instant. In its place was an empty space, as if the entire universe had been purged, leaving only Feng Jing's consciousness. He stood in this empty space, alone, feeling the existence of his consciousness.

However, just when he thought he had finally broken free from all constraints and taken control of his destiny, something unexpected happened. The Virtual God's voice rang out again, this time no longer cold and indifferent, but with a barely concealed fear.

"You have awakened," the virtual god's voice was tinged with an undisguised tremor. "You are not only a product of the mirror, but also its destroyer. You are no longer a reflection of 'me,' but an existence that transcends all reflections. You are the source of destiny, and also its end."

Feng Jing felt a tremendous shock, his consciousness seemingly thrust to another level. He saw an endless universe, a universe without time or space, only endless possibilities. Every star was a choice; every void was a path to destiny.

"I will... become the God of Destiny." A resolute glint shone in Feng Jing's eyes. No longer a passive being, he would become the master of this endless universe, controlling all of time, space, and destiny. The world created by the virtual god would eventually be rewoven and rewritten by him.

And all this has just begun.

Chapter 935: The Coming of the God of Destiny and the Rebirth of the Universe