Chapter 1060
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Chapter 1060 Seeing the Somersault Cloud Again
“We’re still… it seems the Queen has brought the time silhouettes from the Kunlun Mirror with her.”
Yang Jian looked down at his hands thoughtfully.
“What does that mean?” Nezha scratched his head in confusion.
“Let me explain it this way,” Lin Qiye pondered for a moment before explaining, “You, and the previous Peach Banquet, are time silhouettes projected by Queen Mother onto the real Kunlun Void using the Kunlun Mirror, like a realistic illusion.
Originally, the time silhouettes only covered the area within Kunlun Void, but as Queen Mother left that small world of Kunlun Void and returned to the Pamir Plateau, the time silhouettes spread along with her.
This is still the real Pamir Plateau, but we can also see everything that happened here a hundred years ago, as if someone used 3D projection to cast past history onto this place… anyway, you wouldn’t understand even if I explained further.
Just know that the current Pamir Plateau is where the real world and past silhouettes overlap.”
“You mean we can see people from the future here, and people from the future can see us who exist in the past?” Nezha finally understood.
“Exactly, that’s right.”
“How amazing…”
“This is no time for marveling,” Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, looking in the direction where the Queen Mother and the Purple Subtlety Star Lord had departed, concern appearing in his eyes. “We should follow them and see what’s happening at the border…”
As Yang Jian was about to follow, Lin Qiye stepped in front of him first.
Lin Qiye looked at him with a complicated expression and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke:
“Ajin… no, Yang Jian, perhaps you don’t need to get involved anymore.”
Yang Jian’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“Everything happening here is just a silhouette of history. No matter what you do, you can’t change the course of history… Some things don’t need to happen a second time.”
Yang Jian and Nezha didn’t know what was about to happen, but Lin Qiye knew very well.
On Survival Day, the reason Great Xia safely survived the mist was because the gods of Great Xia sacrificed their cultivation and physical bodies, transforming into nine national divine steles guarding the borders… Whether the man before him was his brother Ajin or the True Lord Erlang Yang Jian of Great Xia, he didn’t want to witness the tragedy again.
Seeming to sense something, Yang Jian frowned and asked,
“Does what’s about to happen… have something to do with my fall into reincarnation?”
“…Yes.”
Receiving this confirmation, Yang Jian remained silent for a while, then slightly turned his head to look in the direction where Queen Mother and the others had gone.
In the drifting snow, the sky beyond the western border of Great Xia was gradually being devoured by an eerie shadow. Endless mist approached Great Xia like a giant beast, opening its ferocious fangs… Vaguely, several golden divine figures could be seen rapidly flying before the mist.
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes and said calmly: “Great Xia faces calamity, the immortals face danger. Whether real or illusory, if I were to retreat in fear at this moment, how would I be different from a coward?
If this is my fate, whether falling into reincarnation or perishing completely… even if repeated ten thousand times, I shall still go forth.”
As his words fell, Yang Jian’s body erupted with dazzling silver divine light, and he transformed into a streak of light, flying toward the mist that was continuously approaching from the western border.
Nezha sighed and quickly flew after him.
Lin Qiye stood stunned for a while, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to follow, but after careful consideration, he changed direction and headed toward Mount Kongur.
Although he didn’t know how far these time silhouettes extended, based on the current situation, Mount Kongur, not far from here, should also be within the projection range, and there were still many new recruits there.
Even if the silhouettes themselves wouldn’t affect reality, he still needed to go stabilize the situation first. Otherwise, if chaos erupted, no one knew what might happen.
…
Mount Kongur.
The edge of the time silhouettes rapidly swept over the mountain, covering the entire mountain body and the surrounding plateau.
An Qingyu, who had just finished cutting his nails, suddenly seemed to sense something. His brows furrowed as he looked toward the vast snowy mountains outside the tent, a hint of gray appearing in his eyes.
“What’s wrong, Qingyu?”
Jiang Er noticed An Qingyu’s unusual expression and asked curiously.
“Something’s not right…” An Qingyu’s frown deepened as he stood up and lifted the tent curtain to walk outside.
As soon as he stepped out, two howling divine lights flew past him, rapidly speeding toward the western border. Vaguely, he could see they were two divine figures wearing golden armor.
Seeing this, An Qingyu suddenly froze in place.
Those were… Great Xia gods?
Did two Great Xia gods just zoom past?
Bai Li Pangpang and Cao Yuan quickly emerged from the tent. At the same time, in the eastern sky, several colorful rainbows streaked by one after another.
Within those rainbows, all emanating terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, were white-bearded elders riding cranes, sword-carrying Taoists treading on auspicious clouds. They crossed the sky like meteor showers, leaving all three men standing in place, dumbfounded.
“G-Great Xia gods? So many Great Xia gods?” Bai Li Pangpang exclaimed, “Has the full-scale divine war officially begun? Where’s the battlefield?”
“Look!”
Cao Yuan stretched out his hand, pointing westward.
The others turned to look, their pupils suddenly contracting.
The mist that had been held back by an invisible barrier was now gone. About tens of kilometers away, a fog dozens of times denser than what they had seen before was slowly approaching the Great Xia border. An unprecedented sense of pressure weighed on everyone’s hearts.
“When did the mist become so dense? Where’s the invisible barrier?”
An Qingyu frowned deeply. He stared at the thick snow beneath his feet, bent down to pick up a snowflake, and began to think seriously.
“This isn’t right… everything here is fake.”
“Fake?”
Bai Li Pangpang was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, a shade of night descended upon the temporary base.
“Qiye!” Bai Li Pangpang’s eyes brightened when he saw Lin Qiye arrive. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you see those Great Xia gods? And the mist…”
“Don’t worry,” Lin Qiye patted his shoulder. “Everything we’re seeing is a time silhouette…”
Lin Qiye explained the situation to the four of them. They looked at each other, all seeing the disbelief in each other’s eyes.
“I can’t believe such amazing things exist,” Cao Yuan remarked.
“Anyway, the most important thing now is to protect the new recruits, and also…”
Lin Qiye’s words were cut short as his peripheral vision caught something, and his voice abruptly stopped.
He turned to look at the distant sky, where through the snowstorm, a golden figure wearing a kasaya was rapidly flying toward the mist, riding on a somersault cloud.
