Lin Qiye rode on his somersault cloud, closely following the golden figure in the cassock.

The cassock, the somersault cloud... Lin Qiye could not think of anyone else who met both of these requirements except Sun Wukong after he became the Fighting Buddha.

Lin Qiye has never known much about Sun Wukong's illness. Now he has the opportunity to directly contact Sun Wukong himself who lived a hundred years ago. Naturally, it is a good opportunity to understand his condition. He wants to see what happened to Sun Wukong back then.

As if sensing Lin Qiye's presence, the figure flying far ahead on the somersault cloud suddenly hovered in the air.

He turned around and saw an ancient ape in a cassock staring at Lin Qiye with a frown, and a look of doubt flashed in its golden eyes.

It was indeed Sun Wukong.

When Lin Qiye saw his true appearance, he became even more certain of his thoughts.

Compared with the Sun Wukong in the hospital, the Sun Wukong in front of him looked more sacred. He didn't have the looming demonic aura, nor the sharp and cold eyes. His golden monkey hair emitted a faint halo, and his eyes were like the autumn lake, calm and peaceful.

He stood there, like a real Fighting Buddha... not the Monkey King.

"Who are you? Why do you know the Somersault Cloud?" Fighting Buddha frowned and looked at Lin Qiye, then asked.

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Fighting Buddha immediately asked, "Are you also a disciple of the ancestor?"

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted and nodded in response:

"Exactly."

Sun Wukong's master is Patriarch Bodhi of the Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon. Most of his magical powers were taught by the master, and the Somersault Cloud is also one of them.

In Sun Wukong's opinion, there seems to be no other possibility that he can use the Somersault Cloud except that he is a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi.

Lin Qiye was just worrying about how to explain his identity, and when Sun Wukong took the initiative to give this answer, he naturally had to accept it.

Fighting Buddha nodded slightly without asking any more questions. He looked back at the fog sweeping in from afar, frowned, and flew away on the cloud again.

Lin Qiye followed closely behind him.

The closer he got to the border, the more an indescribable sense of terror rose in Lin Qiye's heart, as if something was staring at him from the fog.

Lin Qiye looked at the inky black fog in the distance and fell into deep thought.

He originally thought that the fog that invaded Daxia a hundred years ago was no different from the fog he had seen, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Before, he was puzzled by the legendary fog that descended a hundred years ago and could cause the gods to wither and all things to perish. However, through his own personal experience of entering the fog several times, the lethality of the fog did not seem to be as terrifying as the legend said.

Not to mention anything else, two years ago, the Egyptian gods took Daxia's Fengdu and flew in the fog for such a long time, and their divine power did not decline much. A human ceiling like Zhou Ping could also walk in the fog for a short time without any protective measures.

It now seems that the world-destroying fog that descended a hundred years ago is not at the same level as the fog that Lin Qiye had seen before.

The fog that Lin Qiye had seen before was grayish white, but the fog of destruction that was reproduced in front of him through the silhouette of time was as black as ink. Even if he did not enter the fog, he could feel the dead silence emanating from it.

He had a premonition that if he entered the black fog before him, he would not survive even a minute.

As he and Fighting Buddha continued to approach the fog, more and more gods of Daxia gathered around them.

Lei Gong and Dian Mu used thunder to bombard the fog for a long time, but they were unable to stop it. Their faces were extremely ugly. They flew to the West Queen Mother's clone standing high in the sky and bowed bitterly:

"Reporting to the queen, I am incompetent..."

"It's not your fault." Queen Mother Xi said softly, "Go and have a rest aside."

Seeing the two of them retreating dejectedly to the side, Queen Mother of the West's eyes flashed with helplessness. She glanced around and saw Lin Qiye coming on a cloud. She sent a message to him:

"Lin Qiye, come to my side."

When Lin Qiye heard the voice of the Queen Mother of the West, he was startled at first, and then he quickly flew to the side of the Queen Mother of the West in the sky on his somersault cloud.

Lin Qiye raised his hand to salute, and looked around. Seeing that the other Great Xia gods were concentrating on finding the weakness of the fog and not paying attention to this place, he lowered his voice and asked in confusion:

"My lady, what are you doing..."

"I know what you want to ask." Queen Mother Xi slowly closed her eyes. "I used the Kunlun Mirror to re-reflect this scene for a purpose."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Is it related to the continuous sword mountain in Kunlun Xu?"

Queen Mother of the West raised her eyebrows, as if she had not expected Lin Qiye to guess this, and simply nodded in response: "Yes, I have been forging swords for a hundred years to build Kunlun Sword Ruins. Now I am only one step away... This step is crucial."

"What does sword-making have to do with re-screening history?" Lin Qiye was puzzled.

"Everything in the world has spirituality. The sword is the most spiritual of all weapons." Queen Mother of the West said calmly, "When people forge swords in the mortal world, they only forge the body, not the soul. Only by forging the soul with the mind, making it observe the emotions, and letting the emotions resonate with the sword, can the sword be forged and sharpened, and then the spirituality can be communicated with the gods."

After hearing what Queen Mother of the West said, Lin Qiye seemed to understand but not quite.

The general meaning is that it is not enough to just forge the sword's body, one must infuse the sword with "intention" and let the sword have "emotion" in order to truly achieve spiritual enlightenment?

But...how can we inject "intention" into the sword and make it feel "emotion"?

While Lin Qiye was deep in thought, the gods of Daxia in front of the fog were already in a state of panic.

Several divine figures rushed out from the pitch-black fog, the divine light around them dimmed. They staggered to the ground like birds with broken wings, and began to cough violently. With every cough, a large amount of black fog surged out of their bodies. Their faces looked extremely haggard.

"True Man Huanglong, Chi**, Juliusun!"

A fat and big-eared monk wearing a monk's robe rushed to their side at a high speed. A ball of Buddha's light poured into the bodies of the three people from his palms, trying to force out the black mist in their bodies, but it was unable to shake them at all.

"Don't waste your energy, Tianpeng... no, the Altar Cleansing Envoy." Huang Long Zhenren coughed twice and smiled palely, "Now that you have achieved enlightenment, I am not used to calling you this."

"Three Golden Immortals, what is the situation in the fog?"

“…Not good.” Master Huang Long shook his head. “We only flew a few miles in the fog, and we were attacked by seven or eight waves of strange monsters. Their numbers were far more terrifying than we imagined. If we hadn’t returned quickly, I’m afraid that after our divine power completely withered, we would have been surrounded and killed by them.”