Battle Through the Heavens: I Can Solidify All Talents

It was a deeper release, one even he himself could not control.

"Senior?"

Qin Tian spoke again, his voice kept low.

The Undying Lord finally raised a hand and pointed north.

His finger was trembling, trembling so badly that he could barely point in any definite direction.

"Northern Hill..."

The old man's voice was hoarse beyond measure.

"The Northern Hill Plains..."

Qin Tian followed his finger and looked north.

There was nothing in the northern sky, only a few drifting clouds leisurely floating by, dyed red by the sunset.

Yet when he focused his gaze, he vaguely sensed an exceedingly faint change.

That change was extraordinarily subtle, impossible to describe.

The Undying Lord closed his eyes.

A smile suddenly bloomed across that face lined with countless wrinkles.

The smile was ugly, because the tears covering his face had distorted it beyond recognition.

Yet it was also so beautiful that no one dared look directly at it, because it bore the weight of forty-nine thousand years of vigil.

"The Demon-Dissolving Array..."

The Undying Lord's voice was so soft that even Qin Tian, standing right beside him, nearly failed to hear it.

"Has stopped."

Two words.

Qin Tian froze.

The hand the Green-Robed Sword Saint kept behind his back tightened slightly.

Something shattered in the depths of those sword-like eyes on his eternally calm, cold face.

It was not the shattering of grief, but the explosion of awe and shock deep within his soul.

He withdrew his gaze from the north and quietly spoke three words.

"It is over."

Not many people on the battlefield heard those words, but every person who understood them fell silent at that very moment.

The silence spread outward like ripples, extending from the very front of the allied army's formation to its rearmost edge.

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