Lin Fan chuckled lightly, his expression calm.
"Why wouldn't I dare to come? It's not like I've done anything that would harm the Spirit Hall."
Seeing him still smiling so casually, Bibi Dong's face darkened. With a cold snort, she said,
"Hmph, and you dare say that? I personally conferred you the title of Elder of the Spirit Hall, yet you went and helped the Clear Sky Sect?"
"Correction—an Honorary Elder." Lin Fan immediately argued. "That Sword Douluo is also an Honorary Elder. Why don't you get angry at him?"
"How can that be the same?" Bibi Dong sneered. "Before, I thought you were someone carefree, who wouldn't stand on the side of any faction. But in the end? You became one of the Clear Sky Sect and even their First Grand Elder."
Her gaze sharpened as she added with biting tone:
"Do you love the Clear Sky Sect's princess Tang Yuehua so much?"
Her jade-like finger pointed at him accusingly, her expression looking for all the world like that of a jealous wife.
"Sigh… this is painful." Lin Fan's face twisted bitterly.
"Painful? I didn't even say I was in pain, yet you dare claim you are?" Bibi Dong snapped angrily.
"What I mean is—it pains me that I thought you would understand the reasons behind what I did. But this shows… even though we've shared the same bed so many times, our hearts are still not aligned." Lin Fan quipped shamelessly.
"You never act without a benefit in sight. Tell me honestly—why did you suddenly defect to the Clear Sky Sect?" Bibi Dong pressed, her finger still pointing at him.
Lin Fan spread his hands, his gaze finally turning serious.
"Alright, I'll tell you the truth. Remember when I mentioned Tang Chen and what I said before entering the City of Slaughter?"
Bibi Dong gave a cold snort.
"Of course I remember. You said, 'If one cannot become a god, then they are destined to be nothing more than a fleeting figure in the river of time.'"
"As for the City of Slaughter, you fought with Tang Chen and destroyed it."
"So? What does that have to do with him now?"
"Because Tang Chen held a divine inheritance item. I need to bring Tang Hao and his three siblings to Sea God Island to obtain the inheritance." Lin Fan said slowly.
"No wonder!" Bibi Dong was stunned.
Not long after, Lin Fan managed to convince Bibi Dong and then even persuaded Qian Daoliu in the Worship Hall.
The next morning, Tang Hao paid the price of an arm, and the negotiations were successful.
After returning to the Clear Sky Sect and resting for three days, Lin Fan then led Tang Hao and his three siblings toward Sea God Island.
There, they encountered Bo Saixi, whose hair had turned completely white after Tang Chen's death. Lin Fan successfully obtained the Asura Demon Sword.
For the next two years, Lin Fan devoted himself to fusing with the eight divine trials within the Asura Demon Sword—
and finally achieved the position of Asura God.
"Ding! The host has successfully reversed his fate and become the Asura God. Reversal successful—reward: the God Position of Creation!"
At the moment he ascended to the God of Creation, Lin Fan felt as though the entire world had become insignificant within his grasp.
Before he could even fully grasp the slaughter and judgment powers of the Asura God, an even more immense force surged into him like a tidal wave.
It was the power of Creation—a force that could give birth to all things, or annihilate the heavens and earth.
In his eyes, the left reflected the birth of the stars, while the right mirrored the collapse of worlds.
"To become the God of Creation… is to open the path home."
The system's mechanical voice echoed in his mind. But Lin Fan froze in place, as if struck by lightning.
The sea breeze on Sea God Island was still salty, the waves still crashed upon the shore, yet everything seemed separated from him by a transparent barrier.
"Home…" he murmured, the word rolling off his tongue, carrying an unbelievable weight.
For so many years, he had deliberately avoided thinking of that blue planet… of those always-smiling middle-aged parents… of that cramped little apartment smelling of instant noodles.
He had thrown himself entirely into his role in the Douluo Continent. First as an Honorary Elder of the Spirit Hall, then as the First Grand Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, and finally becoming the Asura God.
Every calculation, every adventure, had pulled him further away from the identity of "Lin Fan."
Until this very moment—invincible in the Douluo World—going home became his only obsession.
"Farewell, Douluo Continent!"
With a flash of seven-colored light, Lin Fan opened a spatial vortex and stepped onto the path home.
From this moment on, I, a lone drifting leaf, can finally return to my roots.
The End