In the Main Hall, the dust had settled.
The last trace of the Heaven Devouring Demon Lord's aura was completely swallowed by the Qiankun Demon Suppressing Tower. The nine-tiered ancient bronze tower trembled lightly, then turned into a streak of flowing light and sank into Lin Langtian's brow.
The auras of the eight Demonic Puppets completing their transformation inside the tower were deliberately suppressed by him, so outsiders could not sense the slightest thing.
The surviving experts looked at one another, their eyes filled with the relief of having survived calamity, as well as awe they could not hide.
The way they looked at Lin Langtian was no longer merely as a prodigy who had defeated Maha Huang, but as an existence truly capable of contending with Outer Realm Evil Demons.
Yet just as everyone thought it was all over...
A golden light lit up once more from within the Immortal King's statue.
The light was not dazzling, but gentle and warm, like the sun on a winter day.
Within the light, the Immortal King's remnant soul, already so faint it was almost transparent, condensed into form once again.
He looked at Lin Langtian, his eyes full of admiration and approval.
"You are called Lin Langtian, yes? Come here."
Lin Langtian was slightly startled, then immediately stepped forward a few paces and cupped his fists respectfully. "Senior."
The Immortal King looked him up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Primordial Demon Talisman at his brow, the Qiankun Demon Suppressing Tower within his body, and that Immortal Sky-Opening Axe, then suddenly smiled.
"Good. Very good. This Seat originally thought that if someone could take away the Sky-Opening Axe, it would already be a fortunate thing. I never expected to wait for a freak like you."
He paused,