Demons and Buddha's light, these two completely different things, were rubbing and colliding with each other on his body, and they were incompatible with each other.
Sun Wukong was half-kneeling on the ground, his face twisted violently under the torture of two forces.
When Lin Qiye behind him saw this scene, his eyes showed shock.
Having experienced the possession of a great sage, he knew very well
The feeling of tearing one's soul in half is enough to drive anyone crazy.
Demonic energy and Buddha's light intertwined in Sun Wukong's body. He gritted his teeth and slowly stood up from the ground.
Heaven was destroyed, and all the gods of Great Xia perished. He was the only god left in the vast world. Hatred and anger filled his chest. Even though the world was so vast, in his eyes, he only had one destination left.
.
Those furious eyes stared intently at the billowing fog in front of them, flashing with unprecedented murderous intent and madness.
"Misty... I just want to see what you are!"
He held the golden cudgel in his palm, and the half-demon, half-Buddha's terrifying aura was raging in the world. He stepped out suddenly, and endless clouds rolled under his feet, carrying his body and rushing towards the mist without hesitation.
.
He passed through the invisible wall of miracles and completely disappeared into the mist.
With his disappearance, the nine national monuments gradually faded into the sight of the mortal world. The invisible wall of miracles eternally protected the entire territory of Daxia, blocking out the deadly fog.
In the dead silence of heaven and earth, there is only the endless whistling of the wind.
A dark red figure stood next to the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, standing in front of the magnificent foggy border, like a sculpture, standing quietly in place.
One minute, two minutes...
I don't know how long it took, but he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart. He roared angrily and punched the snow beneath him. Snowflakes flew up all over the sky. His face was distorted by pain and looked extremely ferocious.
A deep sense of powerlessness appeared on his face.
Lin Qiye knelt down on the snowy field. His mind was filled with images of the gods of Great Xia crashing into the monument like moths flying into flames. Queen Mother of the West, Master Yuding, Emperor Fengdu, Yang Jian... his mind was always echoing.
The oath filled with the will to die against the bright sky.
Finally, he seemed to see Sun Wukong's eyes with a hint of hope, gradually turning to a scene of despair and collapse.
"Fuck!!!" He buried his hands in the thick snow, opened his mouth, and let out a roar.
Damn it!!
Damn it! He obviously can't change anything! Why do he have to witness all this with his own eyes!
The silhouette of time faded like a tide, and the dark fog outside the border gradually returned to gray-white. The "mysterious" corpses lying on the ground were scattered, along with the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, and the pool of blood underneath them.
Little by little it disappeared without a trace.
The Kunlun Mirror's power of re-reflecting time is completely interrupted at this point.
The gloomy sky disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a pitch-black night.
I don’t know how long it has been, but there is not a trace of light between heaven and earth. Endless darkness covers every corner of the Pamir Plateau, like a desperate and silent abyss.
Lin Qiye knelt down in the snow, unaware of everything around him.
At this moment, countless crisp sword sounds exploded from somewhere in the void. They were mixed in the howling cold wind, just like sad and painful wails.
Lin Qiye was stunned. He raised his head blankly, looked around, and placed the palm of his right hand gently on his chest.
He didn't know where these sword sounds came from, but he could clearly sense that in the endless sword sounds, there were emotions similar to his...sorrow, unwillingness, and anger!
Swords...can also have feelings?
At this moment, Lin Qiye seemed to realize something, lowered his head and muttered to himself:
"Everything in the world has spirituality. The sword is the first of all weapons, and the spirituality is even greater... Only by tempering the soul with the mind, allowing it to observe emotions, the emotions and the sound of the sword, and forging the sword to open the edge, can spirituality be connected to the gods."
That was what Queen Mother Xi told him, and it was also the reason why she recreated all the previous scenes.
She is letting the sword see emotions, infecting the spiritual sword with the death will of countless Great Xia gods who have sacrificed their lives to become monuments, and forged swords for them to use!
Thousands of sword sounds echoed in Lin Qiye's ears. He could clearly feel the resonance of each sword with his own emotions. They were not only swords, but also the audience of this magnificent epic, and with them.
Participants.
Lin Qiye could even feel that the sound of their swords contained the same will to die as the gods of Great Xia!
"... bless our people of Great Xia and peace forever!"
Although the sword is silent, the love is as deep as the sea.
Just when Lin Qiye was emotionally resonating with many ancient swords, a figure stepped out of the snowy void and stood in front of him.
The gilded purple-patterned divine robe was gently swaying in the wind. The Queen Mother of the West, who was wearing a golden crown, stretched out her hand to lift up Lin Qiye who was kneeling on the ground, and gently patted the snowflakes on his cloak, with her shining eyes.
In it, a touch of tenderness emerges.
"The Queen Mother..." Lin Qiye opened his mouth and spoke hoarsely.
"You don't have to blame yourself. This is my history of Daxia a hundred years ago and cannot be changed... You just witnessed everything again." Queen Mother Xi's voice was extremely soft.
Lin Qiye's face showed a hint of bitterness.
Even though he knew that what had just happened was just a shadow, for Lin Qiye who was in it, it was a real experience. His sadness, his guilt, his unwillingness, his anger... were all real.
existing.
Only after experiencing all this personally could he truly understand the weight behind the words "self-cultivation, turning into a monument to conquer the country".
His fists clenched uncontrollably.
At this moment, the Queen Mother of the West seemed to have noticed something, turned her head and looked to the east.
"Lin Qiye, look." Queen Mother Xi spoke softly.
Lin Qiye looked up and saw only a glimmer of light, faintly rippling out from between the snow-capped mountains in the east. A ray of fish-belly white climbed up into the dark night sky, dispelling the endless darkness and abyss.
"Empress, what's wrong?" he asked in confusion.
"It's dawn." Queen Mother Xi stared at the rising sun and said calmly:
"The era that belongs to us...it's time to come back."
Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something and looked towards the direction of the rising sun again.