"We are still here... It seems that the Queen brought the time silhouette of the Kunlun Mirror with her."

Yang Jian looked down at his hands and said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" Nezha scratched his head in confusion.

"Let me put it this way." Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and explained, "You, as well as the previous Peach Festival, are time silhouettes projected by the Queen Mother using the Kunlun Mirror on the real Kunlun Xu, just like a real illusion.

Originally, the coverage of the Time Silhouette was only within Kunlun Xu, but as the Queen Mother left the small world of Kunlun Xu and returned to the Pamir Plateau, the Time Silhouette also spread 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 project the past history here... Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you.

You just need to know that the present Pamir Plateau is where the real world and the silhouette of the past overlap. "

"You mean, we can see people from the future here, and people from the future can also see us who existed in the past?" Nezha finally reacted.

"Yes, that's it."

“It’s amazing…”

“Now is not the time to be sentimental.” Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and looked at the direction where Queen Mother of the West and Ziwei Xingjun left, with worry in his eyes, “Let’s go and see what happened at the border…”

Just as Yang Jian was about to follow, Lin Qiye stood in front of him one step ahead.

Lin Qiye looked at him with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke:

"Ah Jin... No, Yang Jian, perhaps, there is no need for you to get involved."

Yang Jian's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Everything that happened here is just a snapshot of history. No matter what you do, it will not change the course of history... Some things don't need to happen a second time."

Yang Jian and Nezha didn't know what would happen in a while, but Lin Qiye knew it very well.

On the day of survival, the reason why Da Xia survived the fog safely was because the gods of Da Xia destroyed their cultivation, abandoned their physical bodies, and transformed into nine national guardian monuments to guard the borders... No matter whether the man in front of him was his younger brother A Jin, or Yang Jian, the Erlang Zhenjun of Da Xia, he did not want to see the tragedy happen.

As if he had noticed something, Yang Jian frowned and asked,

"What happened next... is related to my falling into reincarnation?"

"……Um."

After receiving a positive answer, Yang Jian was silent for a while. He turned his head slightly and looked in the direction where Queen Mother of the West and others left.

Amid the falling snow, the sky outside the western border of Daxia was gradually swallowed by a strange shadow. Endless fog slowly approached Daxia like a giant beast, baring its ferocious fangs... Faintly, several golden figures could be seen speeding in front of the fog.

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes and said calmly: "Daxia is in trouble, and all the immortals are in distress. Regardless of whether it is true or false, if you are afraid and retreat at this moment, what is the difference between you and a rat?

If this is my fate, I will go even if I fall into the cycle of reincarnation or die... even if it repeats a thousand times."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling silver light burst out from Yang Jian's body, and he turned into a stream of light and flew towards the fog that was approaching outside the western border.

Nezha sighed and flew over immediately.

Lin Qiye stood there in a daze for a long while, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to follow, but after thinking carefully, he changed direction and approached the direction of Kongur Peak.

Although it is not known how wide the coverage of this time silhouette is, judging from the current situation, Kongur Peak, which is not far from here, should also be within the projection range of the silhouette. You know, there are still a large number of new recruits there.

Even if the silhouette itself will not affect reality, he still has to go over to stabilize the situation first, otherwise the situation will become chaotic and no one knows what will happen.

…

Kongur Peak.

The edge of the silhouette of time quickly swept across the mountain, covering the entire mountain and the surrounding plateaus.

An Qingyu, who had just finished cutting his nails, suddenly seemed to sense something. He frowned and looked at the vast snow-capped mountains outside the tent, with a hint of gray in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Qingyu?"

Jiang Er noticed the strangeness in An Qingyu's expression and asked in confusion.

"Something's wrong..." An Qingyu's brows furrowed more and more. He stood up, lifted the curtain of the tent and walked out.

As soon as he came out, two whistling divine lights flew past him and rushed towards the western border. Faintly, he could see that they were two divine figures wearing golden armor.

Seeing this scene, An Qingyu suddenly froze in place.

Is that... the Great Xia God?

Just now, two Great Xia Gods flew past in a flash?

Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan came out of the tent soon after. At the same time, several long rainbows of various colors flew across the eastern sky.

Those long rainbows were all emitting terrifying spiritual fluctuations. Some were white-bearded old men riding cranes, and some were Taoists with swords on their backs stepping on auspicious clouds. They streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, and the three people who watched them all stayed where they were. ..

"Great Xia Gods? So many Great Xia Gods?" Fatty Baili exclaimed, "Has the all-out war of gods begun? Where is the battlefield?"

“Look!”

Cao Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the west.

The others turned their heads to look, their pupils suddenly contracting.

The fog that was originally blocked outside the invisible barrier has disappeared. About tens of kilometers away, a fog that is dozens of times thicker than the fog they have seen before is slowly approaching the border of Daxia. An unprecedented sense of oppression shrouds everyone's heart.

"When did the fog become so thick? Where is the invisible barrier?"

An Qingyu frowned, staring at the thick snow under his feet. He bent down, picked up a handful of snowflakes, and began to think seriously.

"No...everything here is fake."

"Fake?"

Baili Pangpang was stunned and was about to say something when a hint of night fell on the temporary base.

"Qiye!" Baili Pangpang's eyes lit up when he saw Lin Qiye coming, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Have you seen those Great Xia Gods? And the fog..."

"Don't worry." Lin Qiye patted his shoulder, "Everything we see is a silhouette of time..."

Lin Qiye told the four people what had happened. They looked at each other and saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.

"There is actually such a magical thing." Cao Yuan sighed.

"Anyway, the most important thing now is to protect the new recruits, and..."

Before Lin Qiye finished speaking, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and his voice stopped abruptly.

He turned his head to look at the sky in the distance, and saw a golden figure in a cassock in the wind and snow, riding a somersault cloud and flying rapidly towards the direction of the fog.