Demons and Buddha's light, these two completely different things, rubbed and collided with each other in his body, and were incompatible with each other.

Sun Wukong was half-kneeling on the ground, his face violently distorted under the torture of the two forces.

When Lin Qiye, who was standing behind him, saw this scene, a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Having experienced the possession of the Great Sage, he knew very well what kind of torture these two completely different powers were to the soul. Although Sun Wukong had now achieved enlightenment and his spirit was extremely powerful and would not be destroyed by the mutual repulsion of the two powers, that kind of pain was indelible.

The feeling that seems to be tearing the soul in half is enough to drive anyone crazy.

Demonic energy and Buddha's light intertwined in Sun Wukong's body. He gritted his teeth and slowly stood up from the ground.

The heaven was destroyed, and all the gods of Daxia died. He was the only god left in this vast world. Hatred and anger filled his chest. Even though the world was so big, in his eyes, he only had one destination left.

Those furious eyes stared at the rolling fog in front of them, flashing with unprecedented murderous intent and madness.

"Mist... I just want to see what you are!"

He held the golden cudgel in his palm, and the terrifying aura of half demon, half Buddha raged between heaven and earth. He took a step forward, and endless clouds rolled under his feet, carrying his body, and rushed towards the fog without hesitation.

He passed through the invisible wall of miracles and his figure completely disappeared in the mist.

With his disappearance, the nine national guardian steles gradually faded from the mortal world's vision. The invisible wall of miracles eternally protected the entire territory of Daxia and kept the deadly fog out.

In the dead silence of heaven and earth, only the endless howling of the wind could be heard.

A crimson figure stood beside the bodies of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, in front of the magnificent foggy border, like a sculpture, standing quietly in place.

One minute, two minutes...

After an unknown amount of time, he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart. With an angry roar, he punched the snow beneath him. Snowflakes flew all over the sky. His face, which was twisted in pain and looked extremely hideous, revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

Lin Qiye knelt on the snowy plain. His mind was filled with images of the Great Xia gods rushing into the sacred monument like moths to a flame. The Queen Mother of the West, Jade Ding Zhenren, Fengdu Emperor, Yang Jian... In his mind, the resounding oath full of determination to die echoed all the time. M..

Finally, he seemed to see again the pair of eyes of Sun Wukong that contained a glimmer of hope, gradually turning into a scene of despair and collapse.

"Fuck!!!" He buried his hands in the thick snow, opened his mouth and let out a sudden roar.

Damn it!!

Damn it!! He obviously couldn't change anything! Why did he have to witness all this with his own eyes!

The silhouette of time faded away like the tide, and the dark fog outside the border gradually returned to grayish white. The "mysterious" corpses lying on the ground disappeared little by little along with the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, as well as the pool of blood beneath them.

The time-reflecting power of the Kunlun Mirror was completely interrupted at this point.

The gloomy sky disappeared without a trace, replaced by a night as dark as ink.

I don’t know when it was, there was no light between heaven and earth, and endless darkness covered every corner of the Pamir Plateau, like a desperate and silent abyss.

Lin Qiye knelt in the snow, completely unaware of everything around him.

At this moment, countless crisp sword sounds exploded from the void somewhere. They mixed in the howling cold wind, like sad and painful wails.

Lin Qiye was stunned. He raised his head blankly, looked around, and placed his right palm lightly on his chest.

He didn't know where the sound of these swords came from, but he could clearly sense that within this endless sound of swords, there were the same emotions as his... grief, unwillingness, and anger!

Swords... can also have feelings?

At this moment, Lin Qiye seemed to realize something and lowered his head and muttered to himself:

"Everything in the world has spirituality. The sword is the most spiritual of all weapons. Only by forging the soul with intention, making it observe emotions, letting emotions resonate with the sword, and forging the sword to sharpen its edge, can the spirituality communicate with the gods."

Those were the words that Queen Mother of the West told him, and they were also the reason why she recreated all the previous scenes.

She was letting the sword observe emotions, using the dying will of countless Great Xia gods who sacrificed their lives to become monuments, to infect the spiritual sword and sharpen it!

The sounds of thousands of swords echoed in Lin Qiye's ears. He could clearly feel the resonance between each sword and his emotions. They were not only swords, but also spectators and participants of this grand epic.

Lin Qiye could even feel that the sound of their swords was filled with the same determination to die as that of the gods of Daxia!

“…May all the people of Great Xia enjoy eternal peace!”

Although the sword is silent, its love is as deep as the sea.

Just as Lin Qiye was resonating with the emotions of many ancient swords, a figure stepped out from the void with snowflakes flying and stood in front of him.

The gilded purple-patterned divine robe swayed gently in the wind. The Queen Mother of the West, wearing a golden crown, stretched out her hand, helped Lin Qiye, who was kneeling on the ground, up, and gently brushed away the snowflakes on his cloak. A touch of tenderness emerged in her beautiful eyes, which were shining with light.

"Queen Mother..." Lin Qiye opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You don't need to blame yourself. This is the history of our Great Xia a hundred years ago. It cannot be changed... You just witnessed everything again." The Queen Mother of the West's voice was extremely gentle.

A hint of bitterness appeared on Lin Qiye's face.

Even though he knew that everything that had just happened was just an illusion, for Lin Qiye who was in the middle of it, it was a real experience. His sadness, his guilt, his unwillingness, his anger... all of them were real.

Only after experiencing it all personally did he truly understand the weight hidden behind the four words "collapse of one's own cultivation and turning it into a monument to protect the country".

He clenched his fists uncontrollably.

At this moment, Queen Mother of the West seemed to have noticed something, turned her head and looked towards the east.

"Lin Qiye, look." Queen Mother of the West spoke softly.

Lin Qiye looked up and saw a faint light emerging from between the snow-capped mountains in the east. A streak of white climbed up the dark night sky, dispelling the endless darkness and abyss.

"My queen, what's wrong?" he asked in confusion.

"It's dawn." Queen Mother of the West gazed at the rising sun and spoke calmly:

"It's time for our time to come back."

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something and looked towards the direction where the sun was rising again.

Today is the day when the devilish training ends.

It is also the last day...the tenth day.