Chapter 1070
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Chapter 1070 Dawn Breaks
Demons, Buddha’s light, these two completely different things, were rubbing and colliding with each other on his body, mutually incompatible like water and fire.
Sun Wukong knelt on the ground, his face twisted violently under the torture of these two forces.
Lin Qiye, standing behind him, showed shock in his eyes.
Having experienced the Great Sage’s possession, he clearly understood what kind of torture these two completely different powers were to the soul. Although Sun Wukong had now achieved enlightenment and his spirit was incredibly strong, not dispersing under the mutual rejection of these two forces, the pain was impossible to erase.
That feeling of having one’s soul torn in half was enough to drive anyone mad.
The demonic energy and Buddha’s light intertwined within Sun Wukong’s body as he gritted his teeth and slowly stood up from the ground.
Heaven was destroyed, all the gods of Great Xia had perished. In this vast world, only he remained as a deity. Hatred and anger filled his chest. Despite the vastness of the world, in his eyes, he had only one destination left.
Those enraged eyes stared fixedly at the rolling mist before him, flashing with unprecedented killing intent and madness.
“Mist… I want to see what the hell you really are!”
He gripped the Golden Cudgel in his hand, and the terrifying aura of half-demon half-Buddha raged through heaven and earth. He took a powerful step forward, endless clouds churning beneath his feet, carrying his body as he charged toward the mist without hesitation.
He passed through the invisible wall of divine miracles, his figure completely disappearing into the mist.
With his disappearance, the nine national guardian steles gradually faded from mortal view. The invisible wall of divine miracles eternally protected the entire territory of Great Xia, keeping the deadly mist at bay.
In the deathly silent world, only the endless howling of the wind remained.
A deep red figure stood beside the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, before the magnificent border of the mist, like a statue, standing silently in place.
One minute, two minutes…
After who knows how long, he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart. With an angry growl, he smashed his fist into the snow beneath him. Snow flew up all around, and that face, twisted with pain and appearing extremely fierce, showed a deep sense of powerlessness.
Lin Qiye fell to his knees on the snow plain. In his mind were images of the gods of Great Xia crashing into the steles like moths to a flame: Queen Mother of the West, Jade Pure True Person, Emperor of Fengdu, Yang Jian… In his mind, he kept hearing those resounding oaths filled with the resolve to die.
Finally, he seemed to see again Sun Wukong’s eyes, with a glimmer of hope, gradually turning to 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 couldn’t change anything! Why did he have to witness all this with his own eyes!
The time projection receded like the tide. The black mist outside the border gradually returned to a grayish-white color. The scattered corpses of “mysteries” lying on the ground, along with the bodies of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, and the pool of blood spreading beneath them, gradually disappeared without a trace.
The power of the Kunlun Mirror’s time replay was completely interrupted at this point.
The hazy sky vanished, replaced by a pitch-black night.
It was unclear what time it was. Not a trace of light existed in the world. Endless darkness covered every corner of the Pamir Plateau, like a hopeless and deathly abyss.
Lin Qiye knelt in the snow, completely unaware of his surroundings.
Just then, countless crisp sword chimes exploded from somewhere in the void. They mixed with the howling cold wind, like sad and painful lamentations.
Lin Qiye was stunned. He raised his head in confusion, looking around, and gently placed his right palm on his chest.
He didn’t know where these sword chimes came from, but he could clearly sense that within these endless sword chimes were emotions just like his own… grief, unwillingness, anger!
Can swords… also have feelings?
At this moment, Lin Qiye seemed to realize something and lowered his head, muttering:
“All things in the world have spirit. The sword is the chief of all weapons, with even greater spirit… Only by forging the soul with intent, letting it observe emotions, when emotions and sword chimes unite, forging the sword and sharpening its edge, can its spirit communicate with the divine.”
Those were the words the Queen Mother of the West had told him, and the reason she had shown all the previous scenes.
She was letting the swords observe emotions, using the resolve to die shown by the many gods of Great Xia who sacrificed themselves to become steles, to infect the spiritual swords, to forge and sharpen them!
Thousands upon thousands of sword chimes echoed in Lin Qiye’s ears. He could clearly sense the emotional resonance each sword had with him. They were not just swords, but also the audience and participants in this magnificent epic.
Lin Qiye could even feel that their sword chimes contained exactly the same resolve to die as the gods of Great Xia!
“…Bless the people of Great Xia with peace for ten thousand generations!”
Though swords do not speak, their emotions run deep as the sea.
As Lin Qiye resonated emotionally with the many ancient swords, a figure stepped out from the flying snow of the void and stood before him.
The golden-threaded purple divine robe gently swayed in the wind. The Queen Mother of the West, wearing a golden crown, reached out her hand to help Lin Qiye, who had fallen to his knees, and gently brushed the snow from his cloak. A touch of tenderness appeared in her beautiful eyes that shifted with flowing light.
“Queen Mother…” Lin Qiye opened his mouth and spoke somewhat hoarsely.
“You don’t need to blame yourself. This is the history of our Great Xia from a hundred years ago, it cannot be changed… You have merely witnessed it all again.” The Queen Mother’s voice was extremely gentle.
A bitter expression appeared on Lin Qiye’s face.
Even knowing that everything that had just happened was only an illusion, for Lin Qiye who had been in the midst of it, it was a real experience. His sadness, his guilt, his unwillingness, his anger… all of it was real.
Only by personally experiencing all this could he truly understand the weight behind the four words “collapse one’s cultivation to become a stele guarding the nation.”
His fists clenched uncontrollably.
Just then, the Queen Mother seemed to sense something and turned her head to look east.
“Lin Qiye, look.” The Queen Mother spoke softly.
Lin Qiye looked up and saw a faint light emanating from among the snow-capped mountains in the east. A hint of dawn climbed up the pitch-black night sky, dispelling the endless darkness and abyss.
“Queen Mother, what is it?” he asked in confusion.
“Dawn has broken.” The Queen Mother gazed at that ray of sunlight and calmly said:
“Our era… should also return now.”
Lin Qiye was stunned, then seemed to think of something and looked again toward the direction of the rising sun.
Today was the day the devil’s training ended.
It was also the final… tenth day.
