His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

However, she knew that this matter was far too important, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's heads, ready to fall at any moment.

The more people who find out, the greater the risk becomes, like a snowball.

The fewer people who know about it, the stronger the secrecy, and the more likely it is to avoid unpredictable troubles and potential crises, like venomous snakes lurking in the dark.

However, seeing how firmly Qin Qianluo defended Su Jinyun and how much she trusted her, it was quite touching.

Feng Qingyun knew in her heart that saying anything more would be futile, and she could no longer change Qin Qianluo's decision.

She closed her eyes slightly, her pupils, like stars twinkling in the night sky, slowly dimmed as she took a deep breath.

I tried to calm my slightly chaotic thoughts.

The breath flowed slowly through her chest, like a gentle breeze rippling across a calm lake.

A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes, which had regained their former clarity and determination, her gaze like the first ray of dawn breaking through the clouds.

She raised her hand and waved it casually, her movements graceful and natural, as if she were performing a magical and mysterious spell.

A soft yet dazzling light flashed by, like a dreamlike nebula, slowly flowing and condensing in the air, as if the stars of the universe were gathering at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly comfortable sofa appeared before them.

The sofa's material appears soft and lustrous, as if woven from the finest silk and the most precious leather, exuding an air of luxury and nobility in every inch.

The sofa's armrests are carved with exquisite patterns, which are like lively elves, jumping and dancing on the armrests. Every line seems to contain the rhythm of life.

The backrest is slightly tilted back, as if inviting people to fully enjoy its comfort, as warm and reassuring as a mother's embrace.

Feng Qingyun stepped forward, her steps light and elegant, like a fairy dancing gracefully. Each step seemed to tread on the strings of time, playing a beautiful melody.

She gently took Long Nanzhi's hand, the gesture intimate and natural, like a close interaction between sisters, and pulled Long Nanzhi to sit down on the sofa together.

Long Nanzhi followed her obediently, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, her gaze like clear lake water, reflecting her longing for the unknown.

When Qin Qianluo saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, in her heart, the entire system space was like Feng Qingyun's exclusive territory, and in this space, Feng Qingyun was like the master who controlled everything.

They possess abilities beyond human imagination, almost godlike.

She can control the objects in the space at will, making them appear or disappear according to her wishes.

This magical sight was as wonderful as a dream to her, as if she had stepped into a fairy tale world full of fantasy.

However, after spending time with Feng Qingyun, it is not incomprehensible.

Once again, I marvel at the power and wonder of Feng Qingyun's abilities, like gazing up at the most brilliant star in the night sky, filled with awe and admiration.

Feng Qingyun gently pulled Long Nanzhi along, her movements as tender as a spring breeze caressing the willow branches, and the two slowly sat down on the sofa.

At this moment, Feng Qingyun's expression grew increasingly solemn, as if the air in the entire space had become heavy because of her expression.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing through everything before her, as if looking into the distant and ethereal depths of time, her eyes radiating a profound and timeless light.

Like a mysterious star twinkling in an ancient sky.

She spoke slowly, her voice like a lingering echo from the depths of time, or like a mountain spring flowing gently in a quiet valley, unhurried and unhurried.

Yet it carried a power that penetrated the soul and shook people's hearts: "Luo Bao, I am not just a system as you have long believed."

My true form is the phoenix, a divine bird that soars high in the heavens, its body ablaze with flames, possessing the wondrous ability to be reborn from the ashes.

Her gaze, like a gentle yet keen thread, slowly fell upon the faces of Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun, clearly capturing the look of shock that instantly appeared on their faces.

Qin Qianluo opened her mouth slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief, as if everything before her was an unbelievable dream.

Su Jinyun's eyes widened, her beautiful eyes revealing deep astonishment and curiosity, as if she were searching for a shocking secret hidden in the mists of time.

Feng Qingyun did not intend to keep them in suspense; she knew that every minute and every second was agonizing for them.

Just like a traveler trapped in a mystery, eagerly hoping to find a way out.

She nodded slightly, and then continued to speak in detail: "The bond between me and Luo Bao is like a strong thread that transcends time and space, and it is not just a connection in this lifetime."

Thinking back to those distant past years, as if they were the beginning of time, they are like a speck of dust in a vast ocean of stars, yet they are so unforgettable, shining brightly in the depths of my memory.

Back then, I was nothing more than a fledgling phoenix, its wings not yet fully grown, ignorant and naive, struggling to survive in a world where the strong prey on the weak and cruelty reigns supreme.

Every howling gust of wind is like a cruel mockery of fate; every sudden flash of lightning is like a sword of death hanging overhead.

Just when I was about to be swallowed up by this ruthless world and almost become someone else's meal, I was on the verge of death.

Like a dazzling sword light piercing through the darkness and illuminating the abyss of despair, Luo Bao, a sword cultivator, appeared.

She wore a plain white robe that fluttered in the wind, the sword in her hand gleaming with a cold light, and her eyes revealed determination and resolve.

At that moment, she descended upon me like a goddess who would save the world, and with her extraordinary swordsmanship, she repelled those villains who tried to harm me.

It pulled me back from the brink of death.

From that moment on, I felt as if I had found a haven in life, and I made up my mind to go wherever I was, no matter how many hardships and obstacles I encountered.

They all wanted to stay close to Luo Bao, unwilling to be separated from her even for a moment longer.

She paused slightly, as if lost in memories of the past, her expression full of emotion, her gaze seemingly traversing endless time and space, returning to that breathtaking moment.

Then, she sighed softly and said slowly, "However, the trajectory of fate is always full of unpredictability and twists and turns."

Like a surging sea, sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent.

A massive crisis swept in like a dark cloud covering the sky, shaking the entire cultivation world as if the end of the world was about to arrive.

In that catastrophe that concerned life and death, and was enough to rewrite the history of the entire cultivation world.

To save countless people from suffering, Luo Bao resolutely stepped forward alone, despite being a mere mortal.

Confront the supreme, ruthless, and seemingly incarnation of the will of heaven and earth.

That battle was so devastating that the heavens and earth trembled, the winds and clouds changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

It seemed that only Luo Bao's lonely yet resolute figure remained in the world, confronting the vast, boundless, and arrogant Heavenly Dao.

The sword in Luo Bao's hand shone with dazzling light as she wielded it, each ray of light embodying her unwavering pursuit of justice and her compassion for all living beings.

With unwavering will and extraordinary swordsmanship, she waged a life-or-death struggle against the Heavenly Dao.

The sword light collided with the oppressive force of the Heavenly Dao, unleashing energy like giant bombs that tore the surrounding space to shreds.

In the end, after a long and fierce battle, Luo Bao, with his amazing perseverance and fearless courage, defeated the Heavenly Dao and successfully protected the peace and tranquility of the cultivation world.

However, she paid a heavy price for it, like a flower withering in a storm, meeting a tragic end...

Feng Qingyun's voice gradually lowered, carrying a trace of unspeakable sorrow.

It was as if that tragic past was happening right before her eyes; tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Feng Qingyun's thoughts were suddenly swept back to that turbulent past, a time of great upheaval and bloodshed, as if by a torrent of time.

Once the floodgates of memory were opened, the horrific scenes of the past surged forth like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming her.

Her eyes were instantly filled with an intense, almost ferocious hatred, a hatred that burned and raged wildly in her eyes like karmic fire from the deepest hell.

It surged with endless resentment and unwillingness, as if it wanted to burn the world to ashes to vent its hatred.

At that time, she was as weak as a withered leaf drifting in the wind and rain, so fragile that she could not be defeated.

In that desperate situation filled with destruction and despair, she was like an insect trapped in amber, struggling desperately.

Unable to break free from the shackles of fate, they were utterly unable to share even the slightest bit of the overwhelming pressure that weighed on Qin Qianluo.

Qin Qianluo, however, is like a peerless hero who bravely faces death alone, standing alone in the eye of the storm of fate, like an indestructible and majestic monument.

She wore a bright red dress, as vibrant as the sunset on the horizon, or as fiery red as a blooming red spider lily, bold and passionate.

It was as if he wanted to ignite the entire dark world with his own strength and illuminate the corner shrouded in despair.

The longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold and sharp light, like the coldest star in the night sky.

It exudes a chilling aura, as if it could sever all evil and injustice in the world.

Without hesitation, she tightly protected those behind her, resolutely facing the oppressive power of the Heavenly Dao, which represented the will of Heaven and Earth, with her frail yet resolute mortal body.

It was undoubtedly a desperate battle whose outcome was destined from the very beginning, seemingly futile like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, yet filled with a moving and tragic grandeur.

The power of Heaven's Way, like a tsunami, surged forth with overwhelming force, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

It seemed as if it wanted to ruthlessly devour and crush everything in the world, turning it into dust and plunging the entire world into an abyss of no return.