A flash of golden light, and Lin Langtian's figure stepped out of that now-empty secret realm space, landing once more in the Main Hall.
The Main Hall was silent, not much different from before he had entered.
The traces of battle left behind after the Heaven Devouring Demon Lord was suppressed were still shocking to behold—the cracked floor, the collapsed walls, the faint lingering Evil Energy in the air—all silently recounting that earth-shaking battle.
However, Lin Langtian keenly sensed that several familiar auras were missing from the Main Hall.
The Savage Emperor was gone.
Those elite disciples of the Qiankun Sect were gone as well.
In the vast Main Hall, only one figure remained, curled up in a corner and trembling.
It was a Qiankun Sect expert. Lin Langtian remembered him. His name was Zhou Yuan, a Seventh-grade Supreme, not very old, and rather quick-witted.
At this moment, Zhou Yuan was covered in blood, his clothes torn to shreds, his face as pale as paper, and his aura so weak it had nearly reached its limit.
His left arm hung limply at his side, clearly fractured, yet in his right hand he clutched a shattered jade talisman as if it were his last hope.
"Zhou Yuan." Lin Langtian took one step forward and was already standing before Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan abruptly raised his head. The instant he saw Lin Langtian, his dim, lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, like a drowning man clutching the last piece of driftwood.
"Vice Sect Master!" His voice was hoarse as he struggled to rise, but his injuries were too severe, and with a stumble he fell back to the ground.
Ignoring the pain, he gripped the hem of Lin Langtian's clothes tightly, his voice filled with grief, anger, and urgency. "Vice Sect Master! My