# 1059
Capítulo 1059
—we are still here... It seems that the Reina Madre del Oeste also brought along the Silueta Temporal del Espejo de Kunlun."
Yang Jian lowered his gaze to his own hands, speaking thoughtfully.
"What does that mean?" Nezha scratched his head in confusion.
"Let me put it this way." Lin Qiye contemplated for a moment before explaining, "You, as well as the previous Banquete de Duraznos Celestiales, were projections of a Silueta Temporal created by the Reina Madre del Oeste using the Espejo de Kunlun on the true Ruinas de Kunlun. It's like a realistic illusion.
Originally, the coverage of the Silueta Temporal was limited to within the Ruinas de Kunlun, but as the Reina Madre del Oeste left this small world of Ruinas de Kunlun and returned to the Meseta de Pamir, the Silueta Temporal spread along with her.
This is still the real Meseta de Pamir, but we can see everything that happened here a hundred years ago, as if someone had projected the history of the past in 3D here... Never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway.
You just need to know that the current Meseta de Pamir is an overlapping place between the real world and the Silueta Temporal of the past."
"You mean, we can see people from the future here, and people from the future can also see us who exist in the past?" Nezha finally reacted.
"That's right, exactly."
"Truly miraculous..."
"This is not the time for admiration." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, gazing toward the direction where the Reina Madre del Oeste and Ziwei Xingjun had departed. A trace of worry appeared in his eyes. "We should still follow and see what's happening at the border..."
As Yang Jian was about to follow, Lin Qiye stepped forward and stood in his path.
Lin Qiye looked at him with a complex expression. After a moment of hesitation, he still spoke:
"Ajin... no, Yang Jian, perhaps... you don't need to get involved in this anymore."
Yang Jian furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Everything happening here is merely a Silueta Temporal of history. No matter what you do, you won't 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 next, but Lin Qiye was very clear in his heart.
On the Day of Survival, the reason Gran Xia survived safely from the mist was precisely because the Dioses de la Gran Xia collapsed their own cultivation, abandoned their physical bodies, and transformed into nine National Guardian Stone Tablets, guarding the borders... Regardless of whether the man before him was his brother Ajin or the二郎真君 Yang Jian of Gran Xia, he didn't want to see the tragedy happen again.
As if sensing something, Yang Jian furrowed his brows and asked,
"Does this upcoming event... have something to do with my fall into the cycle of reincarnation?"
"... Yes."
Receiving the affirmative answer, Yang Jian fell silent for a long moment. He slightly turned his head and gazed toward the direction where the Reina Madre del Oeste and the others had departed.
Among the drifting wind and snow, the sky beyond the western border of Gran Xia was gradually being devoured by eerie shadows. Endless mist like a giant beast slowly approached Gran Xia, baring its ferocious fangs... In the distance, several golden divine shadows could be seen flying swiftly before the mist.
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes and calmly said: "Gran Xia suffers calamity, the immortals face disaster. Whether real or illusory, if one shrinks back in fear at this moment, what difference is there from a coward?
If this is my destiny, whether falling into the cycle of reincarnation or death and the destruction of my Dao... even if it repeats a thousand times, I shall go."
As his words fell, Yang Jian's body erupted with dazzling silver divine light. The entire person transformed into a stream of light, flying toward the approaching mist beyond the western border.
Nezha sighed and followed closely.
Lin Qiye stood stunned in place for a long while. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He had wanted to follow, but thinking carefully, he changed direction instead, heading toward the Pico Gongur.
Though he didn't know how extensive the coverage of this Silueta Temporal was, given the current situation, the nearby Pico Gongur should also be within the projection range of the Silueta Temporal. He knew that there were still a large number of recruits stationed there.
Even though the Silueta Temporal itself wouldn't affect reality, he still needed to go there first to stabilize the situation. Otherwise, once the situation grew chaotic, no one knew what might happen.
...
Pico Gongur.
At the edge of the Silueta Temporal, it swiftly swept across the mountain peak, covering the entire mountain and the surrounding plateau.
An Qingyu, who had just finished trimming his nails, suddenly seemed to sense something. His brow furrowed as he looked out at the vast snowy mountains beyond the tent. A grayish hue appeared in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Qingyu?"
Jiang Er noticed the unusual expression on An Qingyu's face and asked in confusion.
"Something's off..." An Qingyu's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. He stood up, pushed open the tent flap, and walked outside.
The moment he stepped out, two呼啸的神光 (sweeping divine beams) streaked past him, swiftly heading toward the western border. Faintly, he could see they were two figures clad in golden armor.
Seeing this, An Qingyu suddenly froze in place.
Those were... ¿Dioses de Gran Xia?
Two Gran Xia gods just flew by like that?
Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan emerged from the tent right after. Meanwhile, in the eastern sky, several multicolored rainbows streaked across one after another.
Within those rainbows, terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations were radiating. Some were white-bearded elders riding on immortal cranes, some were sword-carrying Taoist priests stepping on auspicious clouds. They passed across the sky like a meteor shower, leaving all three people standing frozen in astonishment...
"G-¡Gran Xia gods? So many Gran Xia gods?" Baili Pangpang exclaimed, "Has the full-scale divine war finally broken out? Where's the battlefield?"
"Look!"
Cao Yuan stretched out his hand, pointing westward.
The others turned to look. Their pupils constricted sharply.
The mist that had been blocked outside the invisible barrier was now gone. About several dozen kilometers away, a fog dozens of times denser than any they had seen before was slowly advancing toward the border of Gran Xia. An unprecedented sense of oppression weighed down on everyone present.
"When did the mist become so dense? What about the invisible barrier?"
An Qingyu's brow was tightly knit. He stared at the thick snow beneath his feet, bent down, and pinched a wisp of snowflakes, contemplating seriously.
"No... everything here is fake."
"Fake?"
Baili Pangpang was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, nightfall descended upon the temporary outpost.
"¡Qiye!" When Baili Pangpang saw Lin Qiye arrive, his eyes lit up. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Did you see those Gran Xia gods? And the mist..."
"Don't worry." Lin Qiye patted his shoulder. "Everything we see is a Silueta Temporal..."
Lin Qiye explained the entire situation to the four of them. Everyone exchanged glances, seeing the disbelief in each other's eyes.
"So such miraculous things actually exist." Cao Yuan sighed with emotion.
"In any case, the most important thing now is to protect the recruits, and also..."
Before Lin Qiye could finish, something in his peripheral vision seemed to catch his attention. His voice came to an abrupt halt.
He turned to look at the distant sky. There, in the wind and snow, a golden-robed figure was stepping on a Nube de la Cicatriz, swiftly flying toward the direction of the mist.