With a flash of golden light, Lin Langtian stepped out of that now-empty secret realm and landed back 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 had been suppressed were still shocking to behold. The cracks in the floor, the collapsed walls, and the faint evil energy lingering in the air all silently told of that thrilling battle.
However, Lin Langtian keenly sensed it—the Main Hall was missing several familiar auras.
The Savage Emperor was not there.
Those elite disciples of the Qiankun Sect were not there either.
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, still young, and rather quick-witted.
At this moment, Zhou Yuan was covered in blood, his clothes in tatters, 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, while his right hand clutched a shattered Jade Talisman with a death grip, as if it were his final hope.
"Zhou Yuan." Lin Langtian took one step and appeared in front of Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan abruptly raised his head. The moment he saw Lin Langtian, his dim, lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, like a drowning man grasping the last piece of driftwood.
"Vice Sect Master!" he cried hoarsely, struggling to rise, but his injuries were too severe, and after staggering, he fell back to the ground.
Ignoring the pain, he seized the hem of Lin Langtian's robe, his voice filled with grief, anger, and urgency. "Vice Sect Master! Lord Savage