Chapter 1096

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Chapter 1096: I Held My Ground

In the endless sea of malevolent flames, the Queen Mother of the West stepped out from the void, draped in a golden and purple patterned divine robe.

Her gaze fell upon the sealed body of the Wind God on the ground, and a faint aura of Dao flowed out. It seemed she sensed something, her brows slightly furrowing.

“This aura…”

The Queen Mother of the West was slightly moved, her eyes shimmering with light. She quickly scanned her surroundings but saw no other figures.

After pondering for a moment, she abandoned her search, raising her fingertip to lightly slice at the rigid body of the Wind God. A head was tossed high into the air, and then a flame ignited, completely incinerating the body.

Immediately after, the Queen Mother of the West flashed out again, using the power of the laws to kill the severely injured Sky God Nut and the Earth God Geb.

With the death of these two Nine Pillar Gods, the towering shadow that had been relentlessly pursuing them slowly turned its head, its hollow eyes fixated on the Queen Mother of the West in mid-air, shifting its target.

It stood amidst the raging sea of malevolent flames, raising a black blade the size of a mountain, and slashed towards the Queen Mother of the West!

The Queen Mother of the West narrowed her eyes slightly, and the Kunlun Mirror in her palm flew into the air, rapidly enlarging into a vast mirror-like sky, reflecting the form of the towering shadow.

She formed hand seals, and as divine power surged, a mysterious aura spilled forth.

…

In the distance, the flames of battle gradually subsided, and the howling winds ceased. Only the softly falling snowflakes silently drifted from the sky, and the world once again fell into a deathly silence.

On the pure white snow, chaotic patches of crimson were scattered, the rich scent of blood not buried by the heavy snow, but silently narrating the once brutal and tragic battle.

Lin Qiye propped himself up on his knees, swaying as he tried to stand from the snow, only to feel a wave of dizziness wash over him. His legs went weak, and he sat back down in the snow.

The effect of the Ghostly Spirit Inducement was gradually fading.

Fatigue and weakness surged through every corner of his body like a tide. His body didn’t hurt, but there was an indescribable emptiness, as if someone had drawn out all his muscles and bones. Even the simple act of raising a hand felt incredibly difficult.

Lin Qiye’s breathing grew heavier, but the mist of breath condensing in the cold snow was becoming increasingly thin, until finally, the breath he exhaled had almost no warmth left.

His body temperature was rapidly dropping.

To Lin Qiye’s surprise, this process was not as painful as he had imagined. He felt no pain at all; instead, his body felt lighter. Amidst the dizziness in his mind, a warm drowsiness slowly arose.

Even the feeling of soul tearing brought on by carrying the souls of two gods gradually faded under this drowsiness.

“So this is what it feels like after using the Ghostly Spirit Inducement…”

Lin Qiye sat in the snow, looking up at the towering black divine monument, smiling softly as he spoke.

In his mind, the scene of Zhao Kongcheng lying on the ground during that rainy night, vitality rapidly fading yet smiling as he communicated with him, surfaced. Surely he felt the same way at that time.

The Ghostly Spirit Inducement allowed their lives to bloom like brilliant fireworks, and even when facing decay and disappearance, there was no pain, no sorrow; everything was so beautiful and peaceful. For a night watchman who had fought desperately and was about to face death, this was the gentlest of endings.

The one who created the Ghostly Spirit Inducement back then must have been a person with a kindness that ran deep, right?

Lin Qiye sighed inwardly.

Under this warm and peaceful feeling, his heavy eyelids began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Lin Qiye, Lin Qiye!” Wang Mian grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently, shouting, “Wake up! The gods of the Great Xia have returned! They might have a way to save you! You can’t just die like this!”

Lin Qiye’s eyes opened slightly. He forced himself to gather his thoughts, as if recalling something.

He extended his hand, offering the Tian Cong Yun Sword from his palm to Wang Mian. After hesitating for a moment, he took down the “Zhan Bai” from his waist.

His pale face had lost all color, and the beating of his heart was faint. Weakly, he spoke:

“Wang Mian… you should recognize this sword. After I die, keep it safe for me… And this ‘Zhan Bai,’ hehe, it’s much more powerful than your ‘Yi Yuan.’ If you get the chance, help me find a suitable owner for it…”

“Lin Qiye! What are you talking about! Wake up!”

“The matter of Jialan… please pay some attention to it… She’s sleeping in the side room of the Siheyuan in the capital. I don’t want her to wake up and find that all her friends are gone… Cao Yuan’s body is holding the Black King; don’t let him keep committing suicide. Something will go wrong sooner or later… After I die, Fatty will definitely be very upset… If you have time…”

As Lin Qiye murmured softly, his eyes once again uncontrollably closed, and in the end, Wang Mian could no longer hear what he was saying.

Wang Mian gritted his teeth, about to do something, when a bloodied figure staggered up from the distant snow.

Under the influence of life force, Aisis, whose body had been chopped into pieces, was slowly healing, half of her face looking grotesque as she stared at the dying Lin Qiye on the ground, opening her bloodied mouth that had yet to grow lips, and sneered:

“Hahaha… A mortal is just a mortal! In the end, isn’t this the fate you meet? If you have the ability, you…”

Puff—!!

Before Aisis could finish her words, a cold, bone-chilling gleam flashed from behind, slicing through her neck. A head, stained with disbelief and blood, rolled on the ground like a ball.

Her body fell heavily into the snow, blood gushing out continuously, but this time, her body did not recover, and her life force was completely extinguished.

A figure clad in silver robes stepped over her corpse, casually flicking the three-pronged, double-edged knife in his hand, splattering blood on the ground. He didn’t even glance at the corpse and swiftly arrived at the fallen Lin Qiye’s side.

He stared blankly at Lin Qiye in his arms, his cracked lips parted slightly as he softly called out:

“Brother…”

This simple word struck deep into Lin Qiye’s soul, and an inexplicable force compelled him to open his eyes, wanting to see the face before him.

He managed to open his eyes a crack.

He saw it.

That face he had longed for day and night was right in front of him.

The corners of his pale lips curled into a faint smile as he trembled, reaching out to touch that familiar yet unfamiliar cheek.

“Ah Jin, you’ve grown up…” he rasped.

“Brother… I…” Yang Jin’s fists clenched uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Lin Qiye’s hand that touched his cheek fell weakly.

Yang Jin stood frozen in place.

“Ah Jin, did you see…?”

“The peaceful world you left for the Great Xia… I have protected it.”