The far western region.
The aftershocks of the Dark Demon King's complete dispersal had yet to fade when the eight demon statues that had just advanced to Lower-level Earthly Supreme let out a unified howl and transformed into eight streaks of flowing light, returning to the tower walls.
The tower trembled lightly, slowly shrinking before entering Lin Langtian's glabella.
Lin Langtian then slowly raised his head, his gaze settling upon the Space Rift stretching across the sky, still twisting continuously as it spewed out residual Demonic Qi.
That was the source of the Dark Demon Race's invasion, the scar upon Black Tortoise Continent.
If it was not completely erased, trouble would inevitably arise in the future.
If one was helping, one might as well see it through to the end.
Though Black Tortoise Continent had nothing to do with him, this journey had allowed him to devour five Demon Generals and one Demon King, greatly increasing the power of the Eight Divisions Heavenly Demons. It was only right to finish what he had started.
"It is time to end this."
Lin Langtian took a deep breath and forced himself to mobilize the last remaining trace of Primordial Ancestral Symbol power within his body.
A primordial glow flickered weakly in his palm like fireflies, yet it still shone tenaciously.
He used his mind to communicate with the continent beneath his feet. Though he was not the master of this world, after slaying the Dark Demon King, Black Tortoise Continent's origin will was filled with gratitude and affinity toward him.
A faint power of the earth rose from the depths of the continent and entered his body.
Lin Langtian closed his eyes and slowly formed seals with both hands.
It was an extremely ancient hand seal, one that used the power of