Chapter 493: The Last Page

Lin Fan walked towards the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor looked pathetic. His aura was in disarray, his body severely injured by Lin Fan's deadly attacks, leaving him with no strength to fight.

He stared at Lin Fan in horror, his mind filled with a single question: Who was this person? How could he be so terrifying?

"You can't kill me," the Holy Emperor rasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. This was his most wretched state yet, a situation he couldn't have imagined.

"Why?" Lin Fan asked.

The Holy Emperor laughed, a sinister air emanating from his laughter. "Why? Because I am fused with the will of this world. If you kill me, the world's will will shatter, and this world will be destroyed. Do you think you can survive then?"

Lin Fan pondered for a moment. "I can survive, but they might not." It was the truth, without a trace of falsehood.

The Holy Emperor was stunned. He hadn't expected such an answer. He sneered, dismissing Lin Fan's words. Certain things were fixed, in his mind. Killing him? Impossible.

Suddenly, the Holy Emperor gasped. He didn't know what Lin Fan was doing. Lin Fan spread his five fingers and slowly placed them on the Holy Emperor's abdomen. A sense of unease washed over the Emperor, though he couldn't pinpoint its source.

"I feel it," Lin Fan murmured to himself.

Often, the most terrifying thing isn't someone telling you something scary, but rather their cryptic self-muttering about things you don't understand, yet feel deeply connected to you.

"What are you saying?" The Holy Emperor couldn't help but ask. But soon, he realized something terrifying was happening. A drastic change was occurring within his body.

Gradually, the Holy Emperor's composure crumbled, and he roared in panic.

"What have you done to me? What did you do?" His heart-wrenching cries echoed, his face draining of color.

Lin Fan calmly replied, "I've already talked to them."

The Holy Emperor was completely bewildered. He couldn't understand what Lin Fan was saying. Talked to whom?

Then, Lin Fan slowly raised his hand. Five-colored lights swirled around his fingers, as if pulling something out of the Holy Emperor's body.

The Holy Emperor's expression was contorted in pain. He struggled, realizing the horrifying truth. "My control over the world's will..."

His grip on the world's will weakened as Lin Fan's hand rose higher, the connection slowly severing.

"Stop! Stop it!" No one knew the sacrifices he had made to control the world's will, the hardships he had endured.

"Aagh!" As Lin Fan completely extracted the will from the Holy Emperor's body, the Emperor's form changed. His aura became incredibly weak. He had constantly nourished the will with his own power. But Lin Fan's swift extraction gave him no chance to react, causing his power to be completely absorbed by the will.

Lin Fan looked at the light in his palm and smiled. "You were too careless. Be good from now on, and don't let anyone deceive you. Go, you're free now."

The light left Lin Fan's palm, floated in the air, and then completely dissipated.

Ha Lin looked at his uncle with adoration. So powerful! He had suffered greatly at the hands of the Holy Emperor, unsure of what to do. But his uncle was truly strong. The Holy Emperor was like a child before him, utterly powerless.

"He tormented me so! I want to repay him a hundredfold, a thousandfold!" Ha Lin glared furiously at the Holy Emperor. If his uncle hadn't come to rescue him, he would have continued to suffer, with no end in sight.

Lin Fan said, "Ha Lin, you can't have such thoughts. You can't be so cruel."

Ha Lin obeyed Lin Fan without question. "Yes, Uncle."

The Holy Emperor was in a dire state. If Ha Lin were to attack him now, he would be like a fish on a chopping block, completely at his mercy.

Thinking about what he had done to Ha Lin, and now imagining himself in Ha Lin's power... could he expect any mercy?

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lin Fan approached him. Under the Holy Emperor's bewildered gaze, Lin Fan struck with a single palm. A boom resounded, leaving a massive handprint on the ground. The Holy Emperor exploded, blood splattering everywhere. The horrifying scene stunned everyone present.

"Uncle, didn't you say we shouldn't be so cruel?" Ha Lin asked.

Lin Fan replied, "Yes, your thoughts were too cruel."

Ha Lin was taken aback, lost in thought. Were his thoughts truly too cruel?

Lin Fan looked up at the sky, deep in contemplation. The moment the sky was shattered, he had felt a strange sensation. He hadn't seen it with his own eyes, so he didn't know what it was.

Back at the Qian Yuan Sect, Ha Lin's return shocked the cultivation world. Having achieved the Emperor realm, Ha Lin had left for the endless void. His unexpected return was a great shock.

Ha Shiqi was overjoyed. His father's return elevated his life to new heights. As long as his father was around, he was still a child. That went without saying.

Ha Lin was disappointed in Ha Shiqi. He was happy to learn he had a grandson, but his joy turned to despair upon discovering that Ha Sage was just like his father.

The Ha family had risen from obscurity, and now it was declining once more.

Ha Lin's return propelled the Qian Yuan Sect into an unprecedented golden age. Lin Fan's exposure intrigued many. However, due to Ha Lin's warning, those who had considered clinging to him for power abandoned the idea.

Several months later, at night, Lin Fan stood under the moonlight, holding the last book from the library. He looked up at the sky, his expression calm, but his eyes seemed to pierce through space and time, seeing things others couldn't.

He had read the book, but not the last page. He was waiting.

Little Yellow squatted beside Lin Fan, mimicking his master by looking up at the sky, but he saw nothing unusual.

Months turned into years. Ha Lin often visited Lin Fan, having lost his desire for wandering. He found peace and contentment in the Qian Yuan Sect. He noticed his uncle's strange behavior, looking up at the sky every day, but he didn't know why.

One day, "Uncle, aren't you going to read anymore?" Ha Lin asked.

Lin Fan replied, "There's one page left."

"Ah?" Ha Lin was puzzled. Why not finish the last page?

Lin Fan pointed at the sky. "Ha Lin, do you feel it?"

Ha Lin shook his head, unsure what his uncle meant. Feel what?

Lin Fan said, "I feel something watching us. I want to leave, but I can't yet. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble."

Ha Lin wasn't stupid. He understood his uncle's words. He asked in shock, "Uncle, could someone be watching us from somewhere else?"

Lin Fan smiled. "Perhaps."

Ha Lin stood beside Lin Fan, silent.

Decades passed. In the depths of the endless void, an indescribably massive eye watched the world where Lin Fan and the others resided. Observing. Waiting.

They had witnessed Lin Fan suppressing the Holy Emperor and shattering the sky. The Holy Emperor, fused with the world's will, was powerful and possessed many mysteries. But Lin Fan's actions had shocked them. Extracting the will from the Holy Emperor was not to be underestimated.

Many decades later, inside a room, Lin Fan sat at his desk, writing and drawing on blank paper.

People he couldn't forget.

Old Zhang!

Mu Qing!

Names were important, but other things were even more so. He recorded every detail of his relationships with the people he knew.

For example:

Old Zhang: My best friend. We shared a bed at Green Mountain Mental Hospital. His acupuncture is amazing. He deserves most of the credit for my current strength... and so on.

He recorded every little detail of their time together. As he wrote, memories surfaced, sometimes making him laugh.

Little Yellow saw his master laughing from time to time and found it strange. But he grinned, laughing along with his master.

With a dog like this, what more could one ask for?

Lin Fan stroked Little Yellow's head. "What are you laughing at?"

Woof woof... (Translated: I'm laughing because you're laughing.)

In the days that followed, Lin Fan reviewed his writings every day, afraid that time would blur his memories.

He knew there was something behind the sky. Therefore, he kept the last book by his side. He would leave after reading the last page.

Perhaps this was a dream, but Ha Lin existed, and he was involved with him. Therefore, no matter what, he would take responsibility.

Since hearing his uncle's words, Ha Lin had devoted himself to cultivation. He had originally wanted to wander the world, but his uncle's words placed immense pressure on him. He had to cultivate diligently, ready to face any unknown events.

Perhaps his uncle wouldn't be in any danger, but he couldn't rely entirely on him. He had to contribute when the unknown occurred.

Ha Shiqi's only goal was to improve his relationship with his father. Perhaps his father misunderstood him, but he believed his filial piety would eventually move him. After all, how could there be hatred between a father and son?

Hatred? Impossible.

He constantly disturbed Ha Lin during his cultivation. At first, he noticed his father's cold attitude, but he didn't give up. He believed persistence would lead to victory.

It wasn't until his father punched him in the eye, giving him a black eye, that he realized his father truly hated him.

Ha Sage wanted to laugh when he saw his father with a black eye. He shook his head. Grandpa must be so disappointed in his father. But he was grandpa's grandson, not like his father.

So, Ha Sage happily went to his grandfather to act cute.

In the end... he stood beside his father, both sporting matching black eyes.