Chapter 1063
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Chapter 1063 Apocalyptic Mist
Lin Qiye rode on the somersault cloud, closely following the golden figure wearing a kasaya.
Kasaya, somersault cloud… matching both of these criteria, apart from Sun Wukong who had attained Victorious Fighting Buddha status, Lin Qiye couldn’t think of anyone else.
Regarding Sun Wukong’s condition, Lin Qiye had never fully understood it. Now having the opportunity to directly interact with the real Sun Wukong from a hundred years ago, it was naturally a good chance to understand his condition. He wanted to see what exactly had happened to Sun Wukong back then.
Seemingly sensing Lin Qiye’s presence, the figure riding the somersault cloud far ahead suddenly halted in mid-air.
He turned around. An ancient ape wearing a kasaya was frowning while staring at Lin Qiye, with confusion flashing in those brilliant golden eyes.
It was indeed Sun Wukong.
Seeing his true appearance, Lin Qiye became even more certain of his thoughts.
Compared to Sun Wukong in the hospital, the Sun Wukong before him appeared more divine, without that faint demonic aura, and without those piercing, chilling eyes. His golden fur emitted a faint halo, and those eyes were like autumn lakes, calm and undisturbed.
He stood there, like a true Victorious Fighting Buddha… rather than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
“Who are you? Why do you also know the somersault cloud?” The Victorious Fighting Buddha frowned as he examined Lin Qiye and asked.
Lin Qiye remained silent for a moment, just as he was about to say something, the Victorious Fighting Buddha continued: “Are you also a disciple of the Patriarch?”
Lin Qiye was startled, but quickly recovered and nodded in response:
“Indeed I am.”
Sun Wukong’s master was Patriarch Subhuti of the Three Star Cave, and most of his divine abilities were taught by the Patriarch, including the somersault cloud.
In Sun Wukong’s view, the fact that he knew the somersault cloud meant he must be a disciple of Patriarch Subhuti; there seemed to be no other possibility.
Lin Qiye had been worried about how to explain his identity, but Sun Wukong had offered this answer himself, so he naturally accepted it.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha nodded slightly without asking further questions. His eyes turned back to the approaching mist in the distance, his brows furrowing as he rode his cloud away at high speed.
Lin Qiye followed closely behind him.
The closer they got to the border, the more Lin Qiye felt an indescribable sense of terror, as if something from within the mist was watching him.
Lin Qiye gazed at the ink-black mist in the distance, lost in thought.
He had originally thought that the mist that invaded Da Xia a hundred years ago was no different from the mist he had seen, but now it seemed that was not the case.
Previously, he had wondered about the legendary mist from a hundred years ago that could cause gods to wither and all things to perish. But based on his personal experiences entering the mist several times, its destructive power didn’t seem as terrifying as the legends described.
Not to mention, two years ago when the Egyptian gods along with Da Xia’s Fengdu flew through the mist for so long, they didn’t seem to lose much divine power. Even human powerhouses like Zhou Ping could walk briefly in the mist without any protective measures.
Now it seemed that the world-ending mist from a hundred years ago and the mist Lin Qiye had seen were not on the same level at all.
The mist Lin Qiye had seen was grayish-white, while the world-ending mist now revealed through the time projection was pitch black like ink. Even without entering the mist, one could feel the sense of desolation emanating from it.
He had a premonition that if he entered this black mist before him, he probably wouldn’t survive even a minute.
As he and the Victorious Fighting Buddha approached the mist, more and more Da Xia gods gathered around them.
The Thunder God and Lightning Goddess had bombarded the mist with lightning for a long time without stopping it at all, and their expressions were grim. They flew to the Queen Mother of the West’s avatar standing high in the sky and bowed with bitterness:
“Reporting to Your Majesty, we have failed…”
“It’s not your fault,” the Queen Mother spoke softly. “Go rest on the side.”
Watching the two retreat with dejected expressions, the Queen Mother’s eyes flashed with helplessness. Her peripheral vision caught Lin Qiye approaching on his cloud, and she transmitted a message to him:
“Lin Qiye, come to my side.”
Hearing the Queen Mother’s message, Lin Qiye was first startled, then quickly rode his somersault cloud to her side in the high sky.
Lin Qiye raised his hand in salute, glanced around, and seeing that the other Da Xia gods were focused on finding weaknesses in the mist and not paying attention here, he lowered his voice and asked in confusion:
“Your Majesty, what is this about…?”
“I know what you want to ask,” the Queen Mother slowly closed her eyes. “I have my reasons for using the Kunlun Mirror to replay this scene.”
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked: “Is it related to the continuous sword mountains inside Kunlun Void?”
The Queen Mother raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that Lin Qiye could guess this point, and simply nodded in response: “Correct. I have been forging swords for a hundred years, creating the Kunlun Sword Ruins, and now only this final step remains… this step is crucial.”
“What’s the connection between forging swords and replaying history?” Lin Qiye was confused.
“All things in the world have spirit, and swords, being the foremost of all weapons, have even greater spirit,” the Queen Mother said calmly. “Mortal sword-forging only shapes the body, not the soul. Only by forging the soul with intent, allowing it to observe emotions, when emotions resonate with the sword, can the sword be truly forged and sharpened, allowing its spirit to connect with divinity.”
After hearing the Queen Mother’s words, Lin Qiye partially understood.
The general meaning was that forging the sword’s body wasn’t enough; one needed to infuse it with “intent” and let the sword develop “emotion” to truly achieve spiritual connection with divinity.
But… how does one infuse “intent” and let the sword develop “emotion”?
While Lin Qiye was deep in thought, the Da Xia gods facing the mist were already in a state of panic.
Several divine shadows rushed out from the pitch-black mist, their divine power auras extremely dim. They fell to the ground like birds with broken wings, bending over and coughing violently. With each cough, large amounts of black mist surged out from within them, their faces extremely haggard.
“True Person Yellow Dragon, Red Essence Child, Fearless Immortal!”
A fat-faced monk wearing a cassock quickly rushed to their side. A ball of Buddhist light flowed from his palms into the three, trying to force out the black mist from their bodies, but it couldn’t move it at all.
“Don’t waste your energy, Tianpeng… no, Purifying Altar Immortal,” True Person Yellow Dragon coughed twice and smiled with a pale face. “After you attained enlightenment, it feels strange to call you by this name.”
“How is the situation in the mist, Three Golden Immortals?”
“…Not good.” True Person Yellow Dragon shook his head. “We only flew a few miles in the mist before encountering seven or eight waves of strange demonic creatures. Their numbers are far more terrifying than we imagined. If we hadn’t returned quickly, I’m afraid after our divine power completely withered, we would have been surrounded and killed by them.”
