In the Main Hall, the dust settled.
The Heaven Devouring Demon Lord's final wisp of aura was completely swallowed by the Qiankun Demon Suppressing Pagoda. The Nine-Layer Bronze Ancient Pagoda gave a slight tremble, turning into a streak of light that entered Lin Langtian's brow.
He deliberately suppressed the aura of the Eight Demon Puppets completing their transformation within the pagoda, leaving outsiders utterly unable to detect it.
The surviving experts looked at one another, their eyes filled with relief at having survived the catastrophe, along with irrepressible awe.
When they looked at Lin Langtian now, they no longer saw merely a prodigy who had defeated Mo Hehuang, but someone truly capable of contending against Outworld Evil Demons.
However, just as everyone thought everything had ended—
A golden light lit up once more from the Immortal King's statue.
The light was not dazzling, but gentle and warm, like the winter sun.
Within the light, the Immortal King's remnant soul, already so faint it was nearly transparent, condensed once again.
He looked at Lin Langtian, his eyes full of admiration and approval.
"You're Lin Langtian, right? Come here."
Lin Langtian was slightly startled, then stepped forward and respectfully cupped his fists. "Senior."
The Immortal King sized him up, his gaze lingering briefly on the Primordial Demonic Talisman between his brows, the Qiankun Demon Suppressing Pagoda within his body, and the Immortal Sky Splitting Axe. Then he suddenly smiled.
"Good. Very good. I had thought that finding someone capable of taking the Sky Splitting Axe would already be a fortunate matter. I never expected to wait for a freak like you."
He paused, and his gaze deepened. "Primordial Runes that even amaze This Seat, Eight Demon Puppets similar to those of that great power from the Futuo Ancient Clan, and the Dragon