Chapter 1159: The Grand Finale (The End)

Lin Fan was now completely stunned, utterly confused about the situation and the identity of Xin Feng Tianjun. He couldn’t make heads or tails of anything.

Geng Yang Tian and the others stared at Xin Feng Tianjun, their hearts filled with shock. Ever since their cultivation had reached a certain level, they had learned that Xin Feng Tianjun was the most powerful existence in existence. Now, seeing him in person, their hearts were naturally filled with joy and excitement.

As Xin Feng Tianjun spoke, he raised his finger, and with a loud boom, the gate to the secret realm opened. “Let them all come out. They know how to make their own choices.”

Boom!

At this moment, Lin Fan turned his gaze toward the secret realm, his eyes filled with excitement, anticipation, and even nervousness.

Beams of light shot forth, and the entire secret realm was bathed in radiant glow.

“They’re coming out.”

Lin Fan’s heart pounded as his lips trembled slightly. It had been so long since he had last seen them—he didn’t even know how they were doing anymore.

Geng Yang Tian and the others had no idea what was happening, but they could sense that many living beings were emerging from the radiant light.

“Where are we?”

“Have we come out?”

“He succeeded. We’ve left the secret realm.”

One by one, figures appeared in the sky.

When Lin Fan focused, he saw countless familiar faces.

Shuihuo Da Di (Water-Fire Emperor),

Xuan Yun Immortal,

Chick,

Mie Qiongqi (Destroyer of Chaos),

Zhang Erdou,

Zhiqiao,

Pangu Demon God,

and many more…

“Hey…” Seeing these familiar figures, Lin Fan’s throat tightened as he called out.

Among the crowd, Xuan Yun Immortal gazed around, unsure of where she was. But suddenly, when a voice rang out, the noisy crowd fell silent.

And when Xuan Yun Immortal saw that figure, her heart soared. “Husband…”

Shuihuo Da Di stood there, and upon seeing Lin Fan, his gaze softened, as if recalling memories from long ago.

Lin Fan embraced Xuan Yun, gently stroking her hair, then looked toward Shuihuo Da Di. “Aren’t you coming?”

Shuihuo Da Di snorted, turning his head away. After all, he was an Emperor—how could he show such emotion? But seeing Lin Fan’s hopeful eyes, he slowly walked over. “Just this once. Consider it a reward for reuniting after so long.”

With beauties on both sides, Lin Fan smiled. Soon, Zhiqiao and You Jiuling gathered around, their eyes filled with anticipation as they looked at their master—they hadn’t seen him in so long, and tears of joy streamed down their faces.

Xuan Yun looked up. “You succeeded.”

Lin Fan nodded. “I won’t disappoint you.”

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

From a distance, Chick spotted Lin Fan, flapping his wings in excitement as he raced over. With tears in his eyes, he leaped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, nuzzling his face.

Lin Fan chuckled. “It’s been so long, and you still haven’t grown up. That’s not good.”

Chick shook his head, saying nothing as he leaned against Lin Fan’s face.

Pangu Demon God stepped forward. “Human Emperor, you’ve finally succeeded.”

Great Sage approached as well, his eyes filled with excitement. They had finally escaped that prison. From now on, the heavens and earth were wide open, with no more constraints.

At that moment, a commotion stirred the crowd.

“The Great Chaos Demon King is here!”

“What? The Great Chaos Demon King has come out too!”

“Uncle, save me!”

A young man rushed out from the crowd. Lin Fan looked closely and was surprised to see it was Wang Xiaoming—the archenemy of the heavenly geniuses.

“You’ve improved your strength quite well,” Lin Fan smiled.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head. “Uncle, this time you really have to save me.”

Lin Fan chuckled, saying nothing. One by one, familiar faces appeared.

Mie Qiongqi, Zhang Erdou, and others all stood by Lin Fan’s side. Though Lin Fan had only been here for a few years, for those in the Gu Sheng Realm and Xuan Huang Realm, nearly a century had passed.

Time flies. So much had changed. Yet meeting again now stirred deep emotions.

Xin Feng Tianjun stood there, now lifting his head, his brow slightly furrowed. He noticed a burst of chaos in the distance and spoke, “It’s here…”

Lin Fan was taken aback. “What’s here?”

“The beginning or the end is here…” Xin Feng Tianjun said gravely, then looked at the gathered beings. “I have said before, everything is just a story I have written. But in every story, there are deviations and unstable elements. The first unstable element is you. The second is chaos. Everything was fine originally, but when the story was completed and countless worlds were constructed, infinite time and space trembled. Countless wills gathered, bringing the greatest change—the System. It entered your body. Perhaps you are that greatest change, or perhaps that greatest change shaped you. The fall of the Future Boundless Buddha was meant to be the finale. But because of change, he is no longer the final variable. The first time, I poured all my power into the story to change the deviation, but I failed. Though I and the Buddha eventually sealed the Chaos Lord, we all perished. The Chaos Lord’s body was sealed in the depths of the Buddha Pool…”

Lin Fan listened to Xin Feng Tianjun’s words, his head spinning. What was he even talking about? He couldn’t understand a word.

You wrote a book—what does that have to do with me? Even if there were mistakes, what did it matter?

But Lin Fan understood one thing—Xin Feng Tianjun knew about the System.

But whether he himself was the System or the System was him—perhaps even Xin Feng Tianjun didn’t know.

And Lin Fan himself had no idea either.

Boom!

At that moment, an incomprehensibly terrifying force surged from the distant void. This force was a million times more terrifying than the Future Boundless Buddha.

“This…” Lin Fan’s heart pounded. He couldn’t believe it.

Xin Feng Tianjun looked at Lin Fan. “I don’t know whether you are my original essence incarnate, or whether you were born from the System using my essence. But now, the Chaos Lord is about to emerge. If you want to seal him, you must absorb all this essence into your body and ascend as a Tianjun…”

Lin Fan waved his hand. “Don’t talk anymore. Impossible. No matter how powerful this Chaos Lord is, I won’t sacrifice the people around me.”

“They are you, and you are them. As long as you live, they live. If you die, they die. Everything will perish. From now on, there will be no one left in heaven and earth, except chaos.”

Wang Xiaoming asked in confusion, “Uncle, what is he saying? I don’t understand.”

Lin Fan waved him off. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just mentally challenged.”

Xin Feng Tianjun looked at Lin Fan, his eyes flashing with urgency. “Don’t doubt me. The Chaos Lord is beyond your ability to face. He’s a million times more terrifying than the Future Boundless Buddha. Without becoming a Tianjun, you have no chance.”

As Lin Fan was about to speak, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

“That’s right. Xin Feng brat, what he said is true. Without becoming a Tianjun, you’re no match for me.” A figure in black robes appeared in the sky.

Xin Feng Tianjun raised his head, his expression wary. He was only a spiritual projection now—his true body had perished long ago. Facing the Chaos Lord, he had no confidence at all.

As Lin Fan looked at the black-robed figure, his heart trembled. Though there was no aura, an invisible pressure bore down on him, making him feel like an ant before a god.

The black-robed figure pulled down his hood, revealing his true face.

When Xin Feng Tianjun saw him, his expression changed. “Wen Dao Tianjun…”

The black-robed man’s voice was low. “Xin Feng brat, who is Wen Dao Tianjun? I am the Chaos Lord.”

At that moment, Xin Feng Tianjun suddenly realized. “So that’s it. Back then, when I and the Buddha sealed you, I felt no consciousness in your body. So you had already taken over Wen Dao Tianjun.”

The black-robed man laughed. “You’re wrong. Not taken over—Wen Dao Tianjun willingly offered himself. He refused to be just a character in your story. He wanted to transcend fate and control everything. Xin Feng brat, weren’t you yourself a character in your own story? You sacrificed yourself to become part of the story you wrote, trying to seize the variable that caused the change. But you failed, and perished completely. Look at these pitiful beings—they probably never realized they were just characters in your story, never having their own fate, because everything was already predetermined by you.”

“Oh, right. I’ve said too much. My true body is coming. Soon, I will devour you all. Then I will be the sole ruler of everything…”

In the distant horizon, a black mass seemed to be devouring everything, like the source of darkness, swallowing and destroying all of heaven and earth.

“Oh, and I have to say, your story was terrible. Full of plot holes. That’s why such a huge change occurred. Perhaps even you didn’t expect it to go this far. You personally descended to fix the flaws, but you didn’t expect to perish yourself.”

Wen Dao Tianjun laughed loudly, his eyes filled with endless mockery.

Faced with this sudden change, everyone who had just emerged from the secret realm was stunned.

Under this overwhelming might, they trembled, feeling as if the end of the world had arrived.

“What’s going on?”

“Are we characters written by someone? How can that be?”

“No, it’s impossible. It can’t be true.”

Lin Fan looked at everything before him, not knowing what to do. The vast black mass filled the sky, slowly floating toward them. Wen Dao Tianjun flew toward the mass, his body suddenly exploding, his consciousness merging into the black mass.

Boom!

An incomprehensibly vast aura erupted from the mass, shaking heaven and earth.

Xin Feng Tianjun raised his hand, and countless worlds shot forth from the secret realm, directly merging into his body.

A thick, evil voice echoed through the sky. “Xin Feng brat, what’s the use of absorbing your own essence? You’re already dead. With just this spiritual projection, what can you do to me?”

Xin Feng Tianjun flicked his sleeve, and time and space seemed to freeze. Even the Chaos Lord seemed to pause. But then, a crisp sound came from the Chaos Lord’s side.

At this moment, Xin Feng Tianjun looked at the countless beings that had emerged from the secret realm. “You are all characters I wrote. The ten thousand worlds you lived in were formed from my essence. And you are all beings born from my essence. If we cannot defeat the Chaos Lord, you will all vanish forever. The only hope left is to give all my essence to him.”

Xin Feng Tianjun’s words stunned everyone, as if they were drowning in a flood of shocking information.

Then, Xin Feng Tianjun turned to the sky-obscuring Chaos Lord. “Chaos Lord, you are a mistake.”

“A foolish act, beyond your capability,” the Chaos Lord said. He had no mouth, no eyes, no hands—just a mass of flesh.

As Xin Feng Tianjun moved to suppress the Chaos Lord, a tentacle suddenly grew from the mass, piercing through everything and appearing directly before Xin Feng Tianjun.

Xin Feng Tianjun was stunned, unable to react.

Pah!

A palm struck down, instantly shattering Xin Feng Tianjun into dust.

“So weak. Pathetically weak.”

The Chaos Lord laughed, but the sound was more horrifying than crying.

As Xin Feng Tianjun was reduced to dust, a mass of essence returned to Lin Fan’s body. But at this moment, Lin Fan stood there, dazed and helpless.

Suddenly, a voice reached him, snapping him back to reality.

The supreme beings and demon gods of the Gu Sheng Realm laughed toward the sky.

“Haha, never thought in the end, we were just someone’s dream. What’s the point…”

Peng!

Peng!

One by one, they transformed into essence, merging into Lin Fan’s body.

Seeing this, Lin Fan roared, “Don’t do this! It’s not real…”

“Master.”

Lin Fan looked over. Zhang Erdou wore a smile, but to Lin Fan, it looked like a farewell.

“I think I understand. I don’t know if that guy’s words are true or false, but that black blob is real. You have to win. You’re my master after all.” Zhang Erdou laughed joyfully. Before Lin Fan could react, the figure of Erdou suddenly vanished.

“Don’t do this! It might not be real…” Lin Fan shouted, but no one listened.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the heavenly geniuses in the crowd. “You trash, you’ve been sealed by me for decades. Now I give you one last chance—see who can transform into essence first.”

“Wang Xiaoming, what are you doing!” Lin Fan roared.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Lin Fan. “Uncle, I think what that guy said is true. So you have to win.”

Peng!

Peng!

In an instant, wave after wave of essence forces uncontrollably merged into Lin Fan’s body.

Xuan Yunxian lay in Lin Fan’s arms, “Just being able to see you again is already enough for me, but perhaps this is our destiny…”

Shuihuo Emperor said, “Sister, let’s go together.”

Zhiqiao and You Jiuling cried, “Master, wait for us!”

Lin Fan immediately grabbed them tightly, gritting his teeth, his eyes fierce and terrifying, “I won’t allow you all to return to the primordial essence!”

Xuan Yunxian shook her head, “It’s useless. This is our destiny, unavoidable. You must remain strong. Though he is powerful, we believe in you.”

“Ooooo…” Jizi rubbed his face affectionately, reluctant, then jumped down.

“No…” Before Lin Fan’s astonished eyes, one by one, those familiar smiling faces vanished completely.

The Lord of Chaos said, “Truly touching! Huh? Why did I say touching? Right, I am the Lord of Chaos. I embrace all emotions. Seeing you so sorrowful, let me help you.”

Boom!

In an instant, the Lord of Chaos roared, unleashing a sharp soundwave. Wherever it passed, everything turned to nothingness. Those living beings couldn’t resist this force at all—they all exploded, transforming into primordial energy and merging into Lin Fan’s body.

The Lord of Chaos watched everything unfold, “Now it’s peaceful. Xin Feng’s child said you’re the savior who saves all, but I don’t believe it. Your power is too weak. You can’t even withstand one of my sneezes.”

Lin Fan stared at everything before him, as if stunned, then turned his gaze toward the Lord of Chaos, “You’re asking for death…”

“Ding! Congratulations on your cultivation advancement.”

“Cultivation: Tianjun Realm.”

“Ding! Accumulated sufficient power. Awaken.”

But Lin Fan didn’t hear any of it. He charged toward the Lord of Chaos with a slash.

Observing the aura emitted by Lin Fan, the Lord of Chaos remarked, “You’ve become much stronger, but it’s still not enough.”

The tentacles sprouting from the flesh mass struck toward Lin Fan again.

“You damned creature! I’ll destroy you!” Lin Fan roared.

Bang!

“How weak,” the Lord of Chaos said as his tentacle slammed down, completely shattering Lin Fan’s body. Under the terrifying power of the Lord of Chaos, even though Lin Fan had broken through to the Tianjun Realm, he was still no match. In just one strike, he was reduced to dust.

“Xin Feng’s child is indeed disappointing. Returning to the primordial essence? What good is reaching Tianjun? Still just a single slap away from death.”

“Sigh, from now on, there will be no more living beings in this world—only me, the Lord of Chaos.”

“Huh? What is that?”

At this moment, the Lord of Chaos noticed a tiny glowing point in the distance, pulsing faintly.

He extended a tentacle toward the light, but as it approached, a force suddenly surged forth, instantly reducing the tentacle to nothingness.

The Lord of Chaos was shocked, “How could this happen…”

Thump!

A heartbeat rang out.

The glowing point suddenly transformed into a heart, from which other parts began to grow, gradually forming a human figure. When the Lord of Chaos saw the face, he was slightly surprised.

“Has this fellow not died yet?”

Lin Fan opened his eyes, gazing at everything around him.

“Where am I? Am I Lin Fan? Am I Xin Feng Tianjun? Oh right, I am the system—I am Lin Fan and the system.”

“I am infinite will—I am Lin Fan.”

In an instant, a brilliant light erupted from Lin Fan’s eyes.

“I am Lin Fan. I am not Xin Feng Tianjun. I am not his reincarnation, nor a character in his book. I am the greatest variable.”

Boom!

An unprecedented aura erupted.

Feeling this aura, the Lord of Chaos was immediately startled, “So powerful… So powerful… I must leave here…”

At this moment, Lin Fan awakened, regaining his true self. He turned his gaze toward the Lord of Chaos, “Damn meatball, you actually made me so embarrassed.”

A punch—effortless, without any force or aura—but the moment it was thrown, it unleashed the most terrifying power.

Under this punch, the mighty Lord of Chaos was reduced to ashes. But the power didn’t stop—it continued to erupt infinitely.

Dimensions collapsed.

Worlds shattered.

The universe exploded.

In an instant,

Lin Fan noticed the situation changing. Around him was darkness, no light, no sound.

“Has my power become this great? A single punch shattered everything, returning once again to the era of nothingness?”

Lin Fan stood there motionless, as if sensing something.

There was no time here.

Who knows how long passed.

Ten years.

A hundred years.

A thousand years.

Ten thousand years.

A hundred thousand years.

A million years…

When Lin Fan stretched out his hand, this void no longer existed. A vast, blazing sun appeared in the void.

Then another point appeared.

A bright moon emerged.

A one-dimensional universe appeared.

A two-dimensional universe appeared.

A three-dimensional universe appeared.

“Xin Feng Tianjun seems to enjoy writing novels. Then let him keep writing them forever,” Lin Fan smiled, pointing his finger. On the three-dimensional universe, a blue planet appeared. Then a presence merged into Earth. Time passed, and gradually, humanity emerged.

After a long, long time, until the 21st century, a young man appeared in Lin Fan’s vision, quietly writing a novel in front of a computer.

Lin Fan smiled. He continued creating universes until reaching the tenth dimension.

An infinitely vast planet appeared.

Lin Fan gently closed his eyes, as if recalling something. When he opened his eyes, one by one, countless living beings appeared.

On that planet, in countless sects, there was a sect called Holy Demon Sect. Within it was a servant disciple named Lin Fan.

In another sect, there was a female disciple of unparalleled beauty named Xuan Yunxian.

In another forbidden land, a woman with an awe-inspiring reputation was known as the Shuihuo Emperor.

Who knows how much time passed—Lin Fan himself had lost count of how many dimensions he had created.

He began to feel bored.

Until he fell asleep in an endless void.

Across infinite eons, he awoke for the first time, dispersing a portion of his divine consciousness, carrying with it a small fragment of the system’s power.

The second time he awoke, he again dispersed a portion of his divine consciousness, carrying a small fragment of the system’s power.

After a very long time, he discovered that in every world he had created, there was a legend—a legend named “Lin Fan.”

After all this, Lin Fan gazed through infinite universes.

“Yunxian, Shuihuo Emperor, let me accompany you until the end of the universe, until we vanish into the river of time…”

(The End)