The Final Question

Ding Moluo's roar resounded through heaven and earth, sounding so tragic, so desolate.

Listening to this frenzied confession laden with enormous amounts of information, Ye Chen secretly took a deep breath and continued to maintain his previous composure.

After all the upheaval he had already experienced within his heart, no matter what shocking information he heard from Ding Moluo now, Ye Chen would not be too surprised.

"Hah."

After venting his impotent fury at the empty air, Ding Moluo suddenly fell silent again. Like a withered plant, he was steeped in helplessness and dejection.

"That's right. After leaving the Holy Light Pure Land and fully grasping the 'truth' of everything, the reason I didn't choose to kill myself was because I met 'that person.'"

"With the thought of 'destroying everything related to the Holy Light,' I joined the Delight Theater he founded, and somehow survived until today as a Mad Clown."

"The laughable thing is, despite all the things I just said about the Delight Theater, it now exists in name only."

"I followed the Headmaster for nearly a hundred years."

"I gave my life for him for a full hundred years!"

"Although I was not personally loyal to the Headmaster, over all these years, because we shared a hatred for the Holy Light, I never once defied his orders! Like a hardworking dog that never complained, whatever he said, I did! When had I ever not gone all out, running myself ragged in his service, all so I could bring as much pain and despair as possible to the Holy Light Pure Land?!"

"And yet, today, he just disbanded the perfectly fine Delight Theater whenever he felt like it?"

"Even in the face of the Hunter Corps' surprise attack, we clearly had better options to choose from—"

"But that