# 1095
Chapter 1096: I Held On
In the endless sea of murderous aura and flames, the Queen Mother of the West, draped in a flowing purple-gold divine robe, stepped out from the void.
Her gaze fell upon the sealed wind god's body on the ground. A faint divine aura rippled outward, and she seemed to sense something, her brow furrowing slightly.
"This aura..."
The Queen Mother of the West was visibly moved, light flickering in her eyes. She quickly scanned her surroundings but found no other presence.
After contemplating for a moment, she abandoned the search. Lifting her fingertip, she gently drew it across the rigid wind god's body—a head flew high into the air, followed by a wisp of flame that completely incinerated the corpse.
Immediately after, the Queen Mother of the West flashed forward again, using her power over laws to successively kill the grievously wounded sky god Nut and the earth god Geb.
The moment these two of the Nine Divine Pillars died, the towering giant shadow that had been relentlessly pursuing them slowly turned its head. Those hollow eyes fixed on the Queen Mother of the West hovering in the air, shifting its target to her.
Standing in the blazing sea of murderous flames, it raised its mountain-sized black blade and slashed toward the Queen Mother of the West's body!
The Queen Mother of the West's eyes narrowed slightly. The Kunlun Mirror in her palm flipped into the air, rapidly expanding into a massive mirror-sky that reflected the towering giant shadow's form.
She掐诀 with both hands, divine power surging forth as a profound and mysterious aura扩散开来.
...
In the distant battlefield, the flames of war subsided one after another, and the howling storm wind ceased as well. Only snowflakes drifted silently from the sky, and the world once again fell into deathly silence.
Upon the expanse of white snow, scattered patches of crimson red点缀其中, the thick smell of blood not buried by the heavy snow but silently recounting the fierce and tragic battles that once raged.
Lin Qiye braced himself against his knees, swaying as he tried to rise from the snow. A wave of dizziness struck him, his legs buckled, and he collapsed back into the snow.
The effects of Ghost God Resonance were fading away.
Exhaustion and weakness surged over every corner of his body like a tide. His body felt no pain, but there was an indescribable emptiness, as if someone had抽走all his muscles and bones. Even lifting a hand felt incredibly difficult.
Lin Qiye's breathing grew increasingly heavy, but the mist凝结by his breath in the cold snow grew thinner and thinner, until finally, his exhaled breath carried almost no warmth at all.
His body temperature was dropping rapidly.
Contrary to Lin Qiye's expectations, this process wasn't as painful as he had imagined. He felt no pain anywhere on his body. Instead, his body felt increasingly light, and amidst the dizziness in his head, a warm drowsiness slowly rose.
Even the soul-tearing sensation from consecutively housing two divine souls was gradually fading beneath this drowsiness.
"So this is what it feels like after using Ghost God Resonance..."
Lin Qiye sat in the snow, gazing up at the towering black divine monument, a faint smile on his lips as he murmured.
In his mind, the scene of Zhao Kongcheng lying on the ground on that rainy night, his life force rapidly draining away, yet smiling as he conversed with him—surely he had felt the same way then.
Ghost God Resonance allowed their lives to bloom like magnificent fireworks. Even when facing withering and dissolution, there was no pain, no sorrow. Everything was so beautiful and peaceful. For a Night Watch who had fought desperately, giving their life, and was about to face death—this was the gentlest end.
The one who had created Ghost God Resonance all those years ago must have been a person gentle to the bone, right?
Lin Qiye sighed silently in his heart.
Beneath this warm peace, his heavy eyelids began to droop uncontrollably.
"Lin Qiye! Lin Qiye!" Wang Mian grabbed his shoulders, shaking him violently, and shouted, "Wake up! Great Xia's gods have returned! Maybe they have a way to save you! You can't just die like this!"
Lin Qiye's eyes cracked open slightly. He forced himself to stay alert, as if remembering something.
He reached out and placed the Ame-no-Murakumo in his palm before Wang Mian. After hesitating for a moment, he also removed the White Slash from his waist.
His pale face held no trace of color, his heartbeat faint and barely perceptible. He spoke weakly:
"Wang Mian... you should recognize this sword. After I die, I'll leave it in your care... and this White Slash... heh, it's much stronger than your Mandarin Arrow. If you get the chance, help me find it a suitable master..."
"Lin Qiye! What nonsense are you talking! Wake up!"
"About Jialan... help me keep an eye on her... she's sleeping in the wing room of the courtyard in Shangjing City. I don't want her to wake up one day with no friends left in this world... There's Black King trapped inside Cao Yuan's body, don't let him keep trying to kill himself. Something bad will happen eventually... After I die, Pangpang will definitely be devastated... If you have time..."
As Lin Qiye's faint murmuring continued, his eyes once again fell shut against his will. By the end, Wang Mian could no longer make out what he was saying.
Wang Mian clenched his jaw tightly, about to do something, when a blood-soaked figure staggered up from the distant snowfield.
With the power of life force, Isis's body, which had been hacked to pieces, was slowly healing. Her half-face狰狞as she glared at the dying Lin Qiye on the ground. She opened her blood-filled mouth that had yet to grow lips back, laughing coldly:
"Haha... mortals are mortals! In the end, don't you still end up like this? If you have the guts, you—"
Puff—!!
Before Isis could finish speaking, a blade of icy cold light flashed from behind her, slicing through her neck. A blood-soaked head filled with disbelief tumbled to the ground like a ball, rolling several times before coming to rest.
Her body collapsed heavily into the snow, fresh blood flowing continuously. But this time, her body did not regenerate. Her life force was completely extinguished.
A figure in a silver robe strode over her corpse, shaking the blood from his three-pronged halberd as he flicked the droplets onto the ground. He didn't even glance at the body on the ground before his form flickered and appeared beside the fallen Lin Qiye.
He stared blankly at the Lin Qiye in his arms. His cracked lips parted slightly, and he softly called out:
"Brother..."
That single simple word struck directly at the depths of Lin Qiye's soul. From somewhere, strength forced his eyes open, wanting to see the face before him.
His eyes cracked open with great difficulty.
He saw it.
That face he had dreamed of day and night was right before him.
The corner of his pale lips lifted into a faint smile. His trembling hand reached out, wanting to touch that familiar yet unfamiliar cheek.
"A Jin, you've grown..." he rasped.
"Brother... I..." Yang Jian's fists clenched involuntarily. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Qiye's hand that had touched his cheek fell limply down.
Yang Jian froze in place.
"A Jin, do you see it..."
"The peaceful era you all left for Great Xia... Brother protected it."