Extreme West Land.
The lingering aftermath of the Dark Demon King's complete dissipation had yet to fade when the eight demon statues that had just advanced to Low Earthly Supreme simultaneously let out long howls, turning into eight streams of light and 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 falling upon the spatial crack stretched across the heavens, still twisting endlessly and spewing remnants of 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 surely arise in the future.
If you helped someone, you had to see it through; if you sent Buddha west, you had to send him all the way.
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 Departments Sky Demons. It was only fitting to see things through from beginning to end.
"It's time to end this."
Lin Langtian took a deep breath and forced himself to mobilize the last trace of Primordial Ancestral Talisman power remaining within the body.
Above his palm, the primordial radiance was as faint as firefly light, yet it still stubbornly lit up.
He used his mind to communicate with the continent beneath his feet. Though he was not the master of this realm, 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 Hand Seals with both hands.
It