Chapter 1035
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Chapter 1035 Kunlun Mirror
“Ah Jin?!!”
Lin Qiye stared blankly at that familiar yet strange face, standing motionless like a statue.
It looked too similar, far too similar… No, this wasn’t just similarity, this was exactly what Ah Jin would look like after growing up!
At this moment, Lin Qiye’s thoughts seemed to return to Cangnan, to that small, cramped house that had accompanied him for over a decade.
Morning sunlight spilling across the floor, amid the aroma of food, he would push open the door and see his aunt holding steaming dishes at the kitchen doorway, Ah Jin sitting at the dining table, bending down to stroke the lazy, yawning Little Black Dog…
The face of his brother Ah Jin gradually overlapped with the face of this silver-robed man before Lin Qiye’s eyes.
The only difference was that this silver-robed man had a more profound demeanor, and his eyes were more piercing than Ah Jin’s, like a battle-hardened general whose mere glance could bring tremendous pressure.
“Ah Jin?” The silver-robed man frowned upon hearing these words,
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else… I am the Clear Origin Wondrous Dao True Lord, Yang Jian.”
Yang Jian?
Yang Jin?
Lin Qiye was momentarily stunned, and in the next moment, as if realizing something, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The silver-robed figure that had descended from the mortal realm above Cangnan years ago; the Howling Celestial Dog that resembled Little Black Dog who slaughtered the Northern European monster Kraken; the disciple whom Jade Tripod True Person had asked him to look after… Damn, he should have realized it sooner!
Yang Jian and Howling Celestial Dog, Ah Jin and Little Black Dog.
The character “Jian” means to stop fighting, which is “Jin.”
From the beginning, his cousin Ah Jin who had accompanied him for over a decade, and that black mangy dog picked up from the roadside, were the gradually awakening Second Prince God of Great Xia and Howling Celestial Dog from the cycle of reincarnation.
In fact, if Lin Qiye had calmed down and carefully considered the details, he might have guessed this truth… but he never thought in this direction, because who could imagine that the legendary Second Prince True Lord Yang Jian would reincarnate as his own cousin?
Lin Qiye stared at Yang Jian before him, his eyes uncontrollably revealing a look of longing.
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but couldn’t utter a word. He just shook his head and said bitterly:
“…Sorry, I mistook you for someone else.”
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qiye’s eyes that gleamed with light, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowing.
Lin Qiye sat down in the seat beside Yang Jian, falling into silence.
In the bustling banquet hall, the two sat quietly together, not speaking a word, completely out of place with their surroundings.
After some time, Yang Jian broke the silence.
“Are you that monkey’s disciple?”
“No.”
Lin Qiye answered without any hesitation, calmly.
Hearing these two words, Yang Jian’s hand reaching for his cup suddenly paused in mid-air.
“But my master said you are.”
“I lied to him.”
“Then why aren’t you lying to me now?”
“I feel there’s no need to lie to you,” Lin Qiye stared at the table in front of him, reaching out his finger to tentatively touch the cup before him, but his fingertip passed through it as if touching emptiness,
He paused, then said calmly: “If I can’t trust my own brother, then there’s no one in this world worth my trust.”
Yang Jian’s frown deepened: “I am not your brother, I don’t even know you.”
“You will be in the future.”
Lin Qiye’s mind flashed with a series of nostalgic images, a gentle smile appearing on his lips.
“…Nonsense.” Yang Jian stared at Lin Qiye for a long time before averting his gaze.
For some reason, looking into Lin Qiye’s eyes caused a ripple in his otherwise calm state of mind.
Strange… he clearly didn’t know him.
After a moment of silence, Yang Jian continued: “If you’re not that monkey’s disciple, why pretend to be and sneak into the Peach Banquet? Why are you here?”
“I don’t know why I’m here either,” Lin Qiye paused, looking at his own hands with a complex expression:
“I’m here, yet not here… I’m like an observer who has wandered into this place by mistake, unable to change anything. Perhaps my only purpose for existing is to witness this history that once existed.”
After hearing these words, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, about to say something when he suddenly froze.
“Witness…” he murmured.
As if remembering something, he suddenly raised his right hand and reached for Lin Qiye beside him.
His fingertips passed through Lin Qiye’s body as if through nothing, specks of light shattering at their intersection, disappearing like touching a forbidden shadow.
Yang Jian’s eyes slightly contracted.
“Kunlun Mirror?” he exclaimed in surprise, quickly turning his head to stare at the center of the Jasper Pool, at the bronze ancient mirror hanging above the Queen Mother of the West,
“So that’s it…”
“What is it?”
Yang Jian turned back, giving Lin Qiye a complex look, “It seems you truly don’t belong to this time…”
Hearing this, Lin Qiye’s heart skipped a beat, “You figured it out?”
“Though I sit beside you, I cannot touch you, which means we are not truly face to face.” Yang Jian extended his hand, pointing between himself and Lin Qiye, “Between us lies endless years and time.”
Seeing Yang Jian reveal the truth so directly, Lin Qiye became even more curious.
“But how is this possible?”
“It’s the Kunlun Mirror.” Yang Jian pointed to the bronze ancient mirror hanging in the distance, saying, “The Kunlun Mirror itself is a magical treasure with the power of time. It has replicated our appearances, magical powers, even our ways of thinking. It actively captured this historical fragment, traversing endless time to present it before your eyes…”
“Kunlun Mirror?” Lin Qiye raised his head to look at the Kunlun Mirror, shock appearing in his eyes.
So all these fragments of time came from that divine artifact?
But why?
Why did it specifically record this period of time and replay it in Kunlun Void?
“It can even record your ways of thinking?” Lin Qiye looked around, “No wonder you all, though mere fragments, can react differently to my presence…”
“That is the power of the Kunlun Mirror.” Yang Jian slowly spoke, “Under its gaze, nothing in the world can hide. No matter how secretly thoughts are concealed in the heart, it will perceive them, gradually simulating and modeling to completely replicate most existences…
Of course, there are exceptions.”
Yang Jian raised his head, looking at the three vacant seats towering above the Queen Mother of the West’s position at the top of the Jasper Pool.
“Some supreme beings cannot be recorded even by the Kunlun Mirror…”
