# 1058
Chapter 1059: Reappearance of the Day of Survival
Lin Qiye, Yang Jian, and Nezha all froze simultaneously.
"An earthquake? Can the Jade Pool have earthquakes?"
Lin Qiye turned to look around and found that not only this floating mountain peak, but other mountains floating in the air had also begun to shake violently. A low rumble came from below, as if some terrifying existence was about to emerge.
Yang Jian frowned, his vertical eye between his brows opening, his gaze piercing through the Jade Pool and landing directly on the continuous mountain range of the Kunlun Ruins below.
He saw that the lush green mountains and forests that had been filled with birdsong were receding like a tide, exposing gray-white barren mountain bodies to the air. Ancient swords emanating cold glints stood like thorns among the mountain ranges.
A corner of the breathtaking temporal silhouette was lifted, and the sharp sword light shot straight into the clouds.
"Swords? Where did so many swords come from in the Kunlun Ruins? There must be at least ten million of them?!"
Nezha stared in shock at the sword-filled mountains beneath the Jade Pool, speaking incredulously.
Yang Jian frowned as he watched this scene, shaking his head and pointing toward Lin Qiye. "These swords didn't appear in the temporal plane where we shadows are located... They are the true appearance of the Kunlun Ruins in his temporal plane.
The green mountains we saw before were just an illusion caused by the temporal silhouette."
Lin Qiye flew up into the sky, gazing at the sword-filled mountains still rapidly extending toward the horizon beneath the Jade Pool. As if thinking of something, he abruptly turned toward where the Queen Mother of the West's palace was located.
From Yang Jian and the others' reactions, it was clear that the Kunlun Ruins a hundred years ago were not like this... That meant these over ten million ancient swords were all forged within this hundred-year period?
And during this hundred-year period, there was only one person in the Kunlun Ruins—the Queen Mother of the West.
Lin Qiye had always thought that the Queen Mother of the West's talk of "forging blades and casting swords" was merely a hobby to pass the time, but from the current scale, that was clearly not the case.
A hundred years of time, one person forging ten million swords—what was Her Majesty trying to do?
BOOM—!
Just then, a thunderclap rang out from the sky, and a streak of light flew in from outside the Kunlun Ruins, rapidly shooting toward the Queen Mother of the West's palace.
Lin Qiye looked carefully and saw that the entity was the Purple Star Lord he had met at the Peach Banquet.
However, at this moment, there was no leisure or ease on the Purple Star Lord's face from the Peach Banquet. His expression was anxious, and his divine power had been mobilized to the extreme, his speed incredibly fast.
Before he even landed at the palace, he took a deep breath and shouted loudly:
"Reporting to Her Majesty! A large amount of strange mist has surged at the border of Great Xia! Where the mist reaches, all life perishes, and all things wither!
The Four Heavenly Kings, the Six Ding and Six Jia, and the Twelve Constellations have joined forces to block the mist but failed. Their divine power has been devoured by more than half, they have fallen from godhood, and are being attacked by unknown existences in the mist. They are now on the verge of death!
Several Golden Immortals and the Western Pure Offering Messenger, as well as the Golden Arhats, are discussing strategies to repel the enemy, and numerous immortals are rushing over. Please, Your Majesty, take charge of the overall situation!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Yang Jian and Nezha changed immediately.
Lin Qiye's brow furrowed tightly. It was as if he had thought of something.
Mist descent? The Gods of Great Xia stepping out to defend?
Could the time point recorded by this temporal silhouette be...
"What day is today?!" Lin Qiye turned abruptly to ask.
Nezha was stunned, calculating on his fingers. "In mortal terms, today should be the thirtieth day of the first lunar month."
"What year?"
"Xinyou year."
Lin Qiye's mind raced. In lunar calendar terms, the Xinyou year came in a sixty-year cycle, and it was indeed the thirtieth day of the first lunar month. Converting to the Gregorian calendar and combining it with the fact of the mist's descent... there was only one possible time point for this temporal silhouette.
March 9, 1921.
The day the mist descended upon the world, when the Gods of Great Xia abandoned their cultivation and transformed into nine national guardian stone tablets stationed at the borders, resisting the mist's invasion of Great Xia.
Also known in textbooks as... the Day of Survival.
After the Peach Banquet ended, the Queen Mother of the West had been continuously maintaining the temporal silhouette of the Kunlun Mirror, all to recreate the scene within the Kunlun Ruins on this Day of Survival!
What exactly was she trying to do?
...
Jade Pool, the Palace.
Hearing the urgent shouts from the Purple Star Lord outside the palace, the Queen Mother of the West's avatar, sitting alone in the silent palace, slowly opened her eyes.
Those clear, cold eyes reflected the empty, uninhabited great hall. The calm in her gaze like a lake finally rippled with waves. Her fair, slender hands curled slightly, clenching into fists.
Reminiscence, helplessness, bitterness, pain, fury.
She knew that everything happening within the Kunlun Ruins was a temporal silhouette captured by the Kunlun Mirror. But in the moment of hearing these words, she still could not control her emotions.
Even though a hundred years had passed, the pain and hatred rooted in her heart showed no sign of diminishing. Instead, with the passage of time, they grew even more intense.
But, everything before her was, after all, merely a silhouette.
And like Lin Qiye, she, as an observer outside of time, could do nothing to change established history, no matter what she did.
All she could do was change the future.
The Queen Mother of the West's avatar slowly closed her eyes. In the void above the palace, a Kunlun Mirror slowly rotated. A similarly dressed beautiful woman in a flowing gold-purple patterned divine robe floated in the air, one hand forming a sword gesture, gazing down at the endless sword-filled mountains below, murmuring softly:
"With spiritual energy as the guide, divine souls as the blade, bloody battle intent, forge the swords to sharpness..."
As her murmuring sounded, within the mountains of the Kunlun Ruins, those over ten million ancient swords shuddered violently.
Outside the palace.
Seeing that the Queen Mother of the West had not responded, the Purple Star Lord hesitated briefly, then took a deep breath and shouted with all his might once more:
"Please, Your Majesty, take action! Take charge of the overall situation!!"
Inside the palace, there was still silence.
The Purple Star Lord clenched his teeth, about to shout again, when the palace doors suddenly opened on their own. The Queen Mother of the West's avatar stepped out, letting out a long sigh:
"Very well, even if it is merely a shadow... this one shall accompany the immortal lords on this journey once more."
As her words fell, her gaze glanced toward the Kunlun Mirror floating above the palace. Within the mirror's surface, the Queen Mother of the West's main body held a sword gesture, nodding slightly.
Seeing the Queen Mother of the West emerge from the palace, the Purple Star Lord was as if he had found a lifeline, overjoyed. Together with the Queen Mother of the West, he transformed into streams of light, passing through the ancient portal above the Kunlun Ruins and disappearing directly into the Kunlun Ruins.
Lin Qiye and the other two, upon seeing this, exchanged glances and flew out after them.
Passing through that ancient gate, when their vision restored itself, they saw only漫天风雪在连绵山脉间飞舞.
Lin Qiye's feet touched the white snow as he surveyed his surroundings, confirming they had left the Kunlun Ruins and returned to the Pamir Plateau... but upon closer observation, he noticed the scene before him differed from when he had visited before.
The snow here was thicker, the area more uninhabited, and there were no battle footprints on the ground around them.
This was not the real world's Pamir Plateau, but the western border of Great Xia a hundred years ago, before the mist had fully descended.
With the descent of the Queen Mother of the West's avatar, the Kunlun Mirror's temporal silhouette had likewise covered the world outside the Kunlun Ruins.