The Grand Finale (End)

The moment he saw this scene, Li Fan understood everything.

Back when the Lord of the Prison of Suppression was on the verge of completely losing himself and sinking into madness, he had used great power to destroy the luck puppet that remained in reality—the Collector. Then, with all his strength, he had drawn Li Fan's spirit, which had just left his dead body, into the Collector's body.

That had been the final trace of light and kindness in the Lord of the Prison of Suppression's heart—a desperate gamble concerning the fate of all humanity.

He had gambled that Li Fan would gain enough power to stop his fully corrupted self.

Only then would humanity have a sliver of hope.

If Li Fan had exposed his identity too early, or drawn the attention of the Lord of the Prison of Suppression's corrupted self within the Extreme Abyss, he would undoubtedly have died without a burial place.

Likewise, if the creatures of the abyss had seen through Li Fan during his growth, he would have been torn to pieces as well.

Fortunately, Li Fan had always kept a low profile, steadily accumulating enough power to counterbalance the Lord of the Prison of Suppression before finally arriving in the Extreme Abyss.

Just then, the figure of the Lord of the Prison of Suppression within the image gradually changed into that of a middle-aged Daoist priest. Clad in a Daoist robe and holding a longsword, with a short beard beneath his chin, he smiled up at the sky—as though he were looking at Li Fan—and said:

"Thirty years of cultivation, gone in a day. Yet if one's original heart remains unchanged, one may see things through to the end."

Looking at the Daoist priest in the image, Li Fan understood that this was