Heading to the Origin Great Thousand World

The deathly silence at the bottom of the Abyss of Buried Emperors was broken.

The complete fall of the two Quasi-Immortal Emperors, Ye Lingtian and Feng Xuhuang, was like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, the ripples it raised spreading across the entire Lingxiao Immortal Domain at a speed beyond imagination.

But at this moment, the people in the abyss had no attention to spare for anything else.

Long Aotian looked at that Aotian War Halberd, which had lain silent for ten thousand ages, then looked at the heap of ashes on the ground that symbolized the utter destruction of his two great enemies.

The fury and hatred on his face gradually gave way to a complicated daze.

His great vengeance had been achieved, but the process... had been far too easy, so easy it even left him with an unreal sense of emptiness.

"Your thing—aren't you taking it back?" Passerby A's voice pulled him back to reality.

Long Aotian drew a deep breath, forced down the turmoil in his heart, and strode to the black stone stele.

He reached out and gripped the cold shaft of the halberd.

The war halberd hummed, dark-gold radiance bursting forth, chaotic qi surging like an old friend lost for countless years letting out a cheer.

Vast power and fragments of memory poured into Long Aotian's body along the halberd shaft. His body trembled slightly, and in an instant, his aura actually grew a few degrees more condensed and weighty, drawing infinitely close to the true Immortal Emperor realm.

"Many thanks to you all for your assistance." Long Aotian turned and solemnly cupped his fists toward the five from the Transmigrator Association, then looked to Zhou Qing and Lin Yan. "And my thanks to you two brothers as well."

"It was our duty."