Seeing that Qin Tian had finally succeeded in slaying the Xuanmo Emperor, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan smiled faintly.
Then, with a flash of their figures, they soared into the sky in just a few flickers.
Wei Yang extended a hand and clenched it toward the Purgatory Demonic Flame raging across the heavens.
"Condense!"
At once.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
The Purgatory Demonic Flame scattered across the sky surged toward Wei Yang's palm.
In the end, it condensed into a pitch-black flame the size of a millstone, hovering above his palm and swaying gently.
The Sun Emperor Dharma Body lowered its head and carefully examined the demonic flame, which possessed the power of the Immortal Grade Late-stage. Raising a brow, it said in surprise, "This shattered remnant soul actually still retains a faint trace of life. Its vitality is truly tenacious."
Hearing this, Xiao Yan also looked over. After sensing it carefully, he could not help but marvel. "It still isn't completely dead after all that. Truly, as long as the demonic flame does not die out, the demonic soul will not perish!"
Within that demonic flame, fragments of the demonic soul drifted about, still retaining a trace of vitality.
Moreover, under the burning of the demonic flame, those shattered demonic soul fragments faintly showed signs of slowly gathering together.
If no one dealt with this demonic flame and simply allowed it to remain, perhaps after a thousand years or more, the demonic soul would gather itself back into one piece and become a complete demonic soul once again.
If members of the Flame Demon Tribe brought it back, its recovery might be much faster still.
At that point, all they would need to do was help it forge a new demonic body, and it would be able to resurrect once