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

Each ray of Heavenly Dao's pressure was like a massive boulder, crushing heavily onto Qin Qianluo's body, causing her bones to creak, her skin to crack, and blood to splatter.

However, Qin Qianluo was like an unyielding mountain, gritting her teeth with an iron will.

Every muscle bulged high from the exertion, every inch of skin endured unimaginable pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Yet, with all its might, it stubbornly held on.

Her figure appeared so small under the overwhelming pressure of the Heavenly Dao, like a drop in the ocean, insignificant in the vast universe.

Yet she was so resolute, as if she could live as long as heaven and earth, and no matter how fierce the wind and rain, or how loud the thunder and lightning, could shake her in the slightest.

Like an eternal lighthouse, it steadfastly holds onto hope in the darkness.

In the end, she sacrificed her own life to save everyone.

But she herself was like a beautiful flower that withered in a storm, helplessly ending up with a tragic death.

Her life, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, was brief yet shone with the most dazzling light.

At that time, Feng Qingyun was just a little phoenix that had not yet taken human form. Its feathers were not yet fully grown, its down was soft and sparse, and its abilities were pitifully limited.

She could only stare wide-eyed, filled with despair and helplessness, her gaze filled with terror and sorrow, as she watched helplessly as Qin Qianluo walked step by step into the abyss of death.

From her tender throat came mournful and shrill cries, her voice trembling in the wind.

It was as if she was powerlessly protesting against this cruel fate, or as if she was telling the whole world about her pain and resentment.

However, this faint cry seemed so insignificant in that atmosphere filled with destruction and despair.

Like the last spark extinguished in the darkness, it was instantly engulfed by the endless darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Later, as everyone was immersed in a deep and heavy grief, it was as if the whole world had fallen into eternal darkness.

As time seemed to stand still amidst this immense grief, Xin Ziming appeared in everyone's sight like a ray of dawn breaking through the gloom.

She was the last nine-tailed celestial fox from the Nine Heavens, born with extraordinary abilities, and her reputation was renowned throughout the Upper Realm, striking fear into the hearts of all.

Her existence was like the most brilliant star in the night sky, radiating a mysterious and powerful light that illuminated the entire upper realm.

In the beginning, in order to temper my character, pursue a higher realm, and touch the unattainable truth of the Dao.

Xin Zimo resolutely embarked on a journey to experience various small worlds.

Because the spiritual energy in the lower realm is scarce, like a dried-up stream, it is difficult to nourish her powerful strength, and her abilities cannot be fully utilized in this land.

Like an eagle with its wings bound, unable to soar through the sky, it can only helplessly circle at low altitude.

Moreover, in order to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the tempering of their character, they can allow their souls to be thoroughly cleansed and sublimated.

She even sealed away all her memories of the Upper Realm, as if burying her past glory and honor deep in the corner of her heart.

With only a pure and resilient heart, face the unknown challenges.

Xin Zimo met Qin Qianluo by chance in this dazed state, devoid of all her past abilities and memories.

Although Qin Qianluo is the head of a sect and shoulders the heavy responsibility of the sect's rise and fall, she is like a towering mountain that supports the sky.

But her personality was not rigid or pedantic at all; she was like a free and unrestrained breeze, carefree and spontaneous, unbound by worldly rules.

She often left the solemn and somewhat dull walls of the sect and embarked on a journey of travel.

Explore the wonders and unknowns of the world, feel the myriad creatures of the universe, and listen to the whispers of nature.

Although Xin Ziming has forgotten her memories of the upper realm, her character remains unchanged, like a clear spring in the deep mountains that never changes its course, crystal clear and upright.

She is an upright person with a strong sense of justice and cannot tolerate any injustice.

Faced with injustice and evil in the world, they always stand up without hesitation, like a fearless warrior declaring war on darkness.

However, this upright and unyielding nature, on the treacherous and calculating path of tempering, is like a rose with thorns.

Although beautiful, she was prone to hurting others, which caused her a lot of suffering.

She had offended countless malicious people because of her outspokenness, and was often hunted down by them.

They struggled to make their way on that thorny path to survival, each step filled with hardship and danger, like dancing on a tightrope, where a slight misstep would send them plummeting into an abyss.

After Qin Qianluo and Xin Zimo became acquainted, they were like soulmates destined for each other, cherishing each other and often accompanying each other.

Qin Qianluo repeatedly used her wisdom and courage to step forward when Xin Zimo was in deep danger, saving her from the clutches of death time and time again.

The number of times was as numerous as the twinkling stars in the night sky, and even she herself could hardly remember them exactly.

Every rescue was like a thrilling adventure, with Qin Qianluo always disregarding her own safety and appearing beside Xin Zimo like lightning.

Use your own strength to shelter her from the wind and rain, and dispel the darkness.

And when Qin Qianluo engages in a thrilling, life-or-death struggle with the Heavenly Dao of that small world.

Xin Zimo has returned to the Upper Realm and is now fully engaged in the crucial preparations for her promotion.

Like a butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon, enduring the pain and torment before breaking free, it anticipates rebirth and sublimation after transformation.

When she learned of Qin Qianluo's ordeal, she was extremely anxious, as if her heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, causing her unbearable pain.

She abandoned all her affairs and rushed over anxiously, her hurried figure like a shooting star streaking across the sky, carrying endless anxiety and worry.

However, at this moment, Qin Qianluo had already lost her physical body, and only a faint trace of her soul remained, teetering on the brink of collapse like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

If it weren't for Xin Ziming's timely arrival like a savior, who stabilized Qin Qianluo's soul with her powerful and mysterious strength...

It is likely that Qin Qianluo's last remaining wisp of soul will, like a flickering candle in the wind, quietly dissipate into the world, leaving no trace.

It vanished forever into the long river of history, becoming a forgotten tragedy.

However, even though Xin Zimo poured all her strength into it, giving full play to her spiritual power and using all her skills, even at the cost of sacrificing her own cultivation.

It was only barely enough to keep Qin Qianluo's nearly dissipated soul afloat.

The severe damage suffered by her soul was like the devastation left after the collapse of the heavens and the earth, deeply piercing Xin Ziming's heart.

After the earth-shattering collision with the Heavenly Dao, Qin Qianluo's soul was shattered like dust drifting in the wind, so fragile that it could not be broken.

It seemed as if the slightest breeze would cause it to vanish forever from the world.

At that time, Xin Zimo possessed extraordinary abilities originating from the Nine-Tailed Immortal Fox clan in the Nine Heavens, and enjoyed a great reputation in the Upper Realm.

But faced with Qin Qianluo's broken and shattered soul, she felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

It's like being in a deep, dark abyss, groping around but unable to find a glimmer of hope.

Her eyes were filled with a complex expression of anxiety and helplessness, as if her heart was being pierced by countless fine needles, causing her great distress and pain.

She knew that with her current level of cultivation, it was impossible for her to completely repair Qin Qianluo's soul on her own.

This is undoubtedly a distant dream, an unattainable luxury.

In this desperate and hopeless situation, letting Qin Qian fall into reincarnation became the only helpless choice Xin Ziming could make for her best friend at that time.

Although this choice was like a sharp blade cutting into her heart, each cut bringing excruciating pain.

Sword Sect, a sect that was once renowned and awe-inspiring because of Qin Qianluo's outstanding leadership and extraordinary swordsmanship.

The moment they lost their leader, it was as if their backbone had been removed, and they were instantly plunged into a predicament of being leaderless, filled with fear and uncertainty.

Within the sect, the former tranquility, peace, and order were completely shattered.

Instead, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere prevailed, like a sky filled with dark clouds, ready to unleash a torrential downpour at any moment.

In this oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, only Yao Guang, Qin Qianluo's direct disciple who had inherited the essence of her swordsmanship, remained.

And a group of sword cultivators who are loyal to the Sword Sect, unwavering in their commitment, and willing to sacrifice their lives for the sect.

Their following of Qin Qianluo was no longer just out of respect for the sect leader's authority, but a firm belief that had penetrated their souls and was ingrained in their blood.

In their hearts, Qin Qianluo is the spiritual pillar of the Sword Sect, the lighthouse illuminating their path forward, and the supreme being they fight for and protect for a lifetime.

The rise and fall of the sect has long been closely intertwined with Qin Qianluo, like water and milk blending together, inseparable.

Yao Guang, a woman with a delicate mind, exceptional intelligence, and deep affection, knew the profound and enduring feelings that everyone had for Qin Qianluo.

They also understood the burning desire in everyone's hearts to protect the sect leader.

After countless sleepless nights of deep thought, she gathered everyone together and decided to go to Xin Ziming's place.

They pleaded with her to use her mysterious and unpredictable supernatural powers to send them to Qin Qianluo's side so that they could protect the sect leader.

Thus, Yao Guang led a group of sword cultivators, with a complex mix of trepidation and anticipation, and with heavy but firm steps, slowly approached Xin Ziming.

They knelt in unison, their eyes filled with sincerity and determination, shining like stars yearning for warmth in the cold night.

Everyone pleaded with Xin Ziming to lend a helping hand; their voices, when combined, resounded like a great bell.

"We humbly beg the fairy to have mercy and use her divine powers to send us to the sect leader's side."

However, Xin Ziming looked at everyone with a troubled expression on her face and sighed helplessly, her sigh seemingly carrying endless heaviness and bitterness.