Only their consciousness remained, yet they could clearly "see" the terrifying sight of all things frozen.
The last trace of madness in the Star River Ancestor's eyes dissolved completely into boundless despair and deathly stillness.
The ruthlessness on Sword Venerable Lingjue's face froze, turning into utter terror.
Dong Xuan let out a small breath of relief and looked toward a certain spot in the sky, a tender smile in her eyes.
Within everyone's "frozen" field of vision, a figure in blue robes quietly appeared beside Dong Xuan.
It was Lin Feng.
He looked no different from twenty years ago, except that his gaze had grown deeper and calmer, as though it held an endless starry sky.
First, he gently took Dong Xuan's hand and sent a stream of warm, gentle spiritual power into her, helping steady her aura.
Only then did he turn his gaze toward the "frozen" allied army below and the Seventh Heaven cultivators still struggling in the enormous craters.
Wherever his gaze fell, it was as though an absolute sovereign were inspecting his own domain.
"A few prancing clowns, and you dare invade my realm."
He murmured to himself, then casually... waved his sleeve at the dark, seemingly endless allied army below and those few Seventh Heaven cultivators.
The motion was effortless and unhurried, as though he were brushing a speck of dust from his sleeve.
Yet as his sleeve swept past,
without a sound, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the two realms' allied army, those dozens of Emperor Venerables—
their bodies, like pencil marks rubbed away by an eraser,
began to fade and disappear, bit by bit, starting at the edges.
There was no pain, no struggle, not even a process.
It was as though they had never existed.
In the space of a