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

The sound echoed faintly in the space, which was originally so quiet it was almost deathly still, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the brief silence.

However, it also stirred up countless imperceptible undercurrents beneath the calm surface of the water, bringing with it more mysteries that are as elusive and complex as a fog.

This made the surrounding atmosphere even more mysterious and solemn, as if an invisible net was slowly enveloping everyone.

As soon as the cold, mechanical voice fell, Qin Qianluo was still immersed in this earth-shattering change, her mind a jumbled mess.

Countless thoughts came rushing in, but they couldn't make sense of them, so he could only stand there blankly.

It was as if time had stopped for her at that moment; her blood seemed to freeze, and she was unable to make any timely reaction.

In that split second, Feng Qingyun was like a spark thrown into hot oil, and her fur instantly bristled.

Her eyebrows, which were originally as gentle as willow leaves in spring, suddenly stood up straight, like two gleaming, ready-to-be-thrown willow-leaf knives.

It exudes a sharp and imposing aura, as if it could instantly pierce through anything with ill intentions in front of it.

Those almond-shaped eyes, which were usually bright and sparkling, were now wide open, burning with anger like a raging inferno.

It seemed as if it wanted to instantly burn the transparent halo in front of it, whose origins and details were unknown, to ashes.

She angrily shouted at the transparent halo, "Who is your host? Don't randomly claim a host."

Who knows if you're trying to possess Luo Bao? What legitimate system even has a name? Luo Bao is mine, stay away.

While speaking vehemently and indignantly, Feng Qingyun also made attacking gestures.

Like a mother beast fiercely protecting her young in the jungle, she remained highly vigilant against any danger that might threaten her offspring, with every hair on her body standing on end.

Each one seemed to be a sharp weapon she used to protect Qin Qianluo.

It was as if it was issuing the strongest warning to that transparent halo, declaring its unwavering determination to never compromise and to protect it at all costs.

When that transparent halo of light inadvertently touched Feng Qingyun, who instantly bristled.

It seemed as if it had been instantly swept into the eye of a terrifying storm that could make the heavens and earth lose their color and all things tremble.

An invisible and immense pressure surged forth like a tidal wave, causing it to tremble violently involuntarily.

The light flickered and seemed ready to go out at any moment.

It could clearly sense that the spiritual power emanating from the divine beast Feng Qingyun was as powerful as a boundless and deep ocean, with surging waves.

Every wisp of spiritual energy seemed like a raging torrent containing the power to destroy the world, surging wildly in a chilling manner.

Its data-driven "heart" is filled with deep fear, almost losing its ability to think, and it dares not make even the slightest or most subtle move.

After all, it is essentially just a collection of data constructed from countless complex codes.

But for the concept of "disappearance," which is equivalent to the end, there is also a deep-seated fear stemming from the depths of instinct.

It was a kind of indescribable horror that went deep into the underlying layers of data.

Recalling that past experience filled with twists and turns and unexpected events, the grievances that filled my heart, like a flood bursting its banks, surged and overflowed endlessly.

Originally, it was a system specifically designed to serve Qin Qianluo, and all the binding processes were proceeding in an orderly and logical manner according to a predetermined and ingenious trajectory.

Everything seemed so perfect, as if a triumphant symphony was about to begin.

However, fate always seems to reveal its capricious and cruel side at the most crucial moment.

Just as the binding process was about to be completed, it seemed to emerge from some unknown dark corner of the universe.

Suddenly, without warning, a powerful and extremely strange mysterious force surged forth, like a gigantic hand reaching out from the abyss of darkness, covering the sky.

With an irresistible and domineering attitude, it was forcibly sealed off, instantly plunging it into a state of lifeless stillness where it could neither move nor perceive anything.

Immediately afterwards, the situation spiraled out of control like a runaway horse, plunging into chaos.

Feng Qingyun intervened abruptly and without warning in what should have been its "exclusive territory" with Qin Qianluo.

In an almost overbearing manner, it replaced the unique and close connection that it should have established with Qin Qianluo.

It became the seemingly "system" entity in a perfectly legitimate way.

Moreover, it has consumed countless hours and efforts, and all its functions have been given through countless precise calculations and programming settings.

In this sudden turn of events, they all ended up with Feng Qingyun, confused and helpless.

The situation was extremely critical and chaotic, like a sudden cosmic explosion, with everything instantly falling into a state of chaos and disorder.

It had no time to carefully investigate what had happened, and even the time to think was ruthlessly taken away from it.

I thought it was just some ignorant and arrogant wandering system trying to compete with me for a host.

Just like those trivial disputes that often occur in this complex world of data.

But who could have imagined that this nightmarish "oddball" would steal its functions and its host?

It turned out to be the legendary phoenix, renowned and awe-inspiring!

That is one of the ancient divine beasts, bearing the majesty and glory of countless ages. Its spiritual power is so great that it can be described as extraordinary and unparalleled in the entire world.

It seems to symbolize the most brilliant and destructive force in the world.

At this moment, Haoyue was like a helpless and terrified child in endless darkness, gripped tightly by fear, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

In a near-desperate posture, it tightly curled up its data body, as if in doing so it could escape the ever-present danger.

It cried out hysterically in its heart: Host, please come and save it!

It felt as if it were standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss, where even the slightest breeze would send it plummeting into an abyss of no return.

They could be completely crushed and reduced to nothingness at any moment by Feng Qingyun's overwhelming and destructive spiritual power.

You have to understand that for the past three long and agonizing days, these people below had been like a pack of hungry and ferocious wolves.

With a watchful and scrutinizing gaze, it stared intently at the data, as if its gaze could penetrate the data shell and reveal its deepest secrets.

After much anticipation, the host finally woke up, and they thought they could see a glimmer of hope and a chance to escape their predicament.

However, they still showed no sign of leaving, and the continuous pressure was like a mountain pressing down on them.

It was so intense it seemed to tear the halo of light apart. Haoyue thought to herself, "This is terrifying!"

For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if its "life" was composed of data.

The next second, it will completely dissipate in this endless fear, disappearing from this world forever without leaving a trace.

Qin Qianluo was in the tent, and the air around her seemed to be made restless by the intense argument between Feng Qingyun and Haoyue in her mind.

Feng Qingyun's voice was like a raging storm, filled with resentment and anger, exploding in waves like a dense drumbeat.

Every word was imbued with a burning emotion, as if it wanted to incinerate this small space.

Haoyue's cold, mechanical electronic voice, however, was like a ghost hidden in the darkness, only occasionally uttering a word or two in response.

Like an icicle in the cold night, though short, it was incredibly sharp, piercing Feng Qingyun's most sensitive nerve with unerring precision, instantly enraging her completely.

Enraged, she was like an angry little beast, furious and completely out of control, her emotions surging forth like a burst dam, unstoppable.

Qin Qianluo was filled with helplessness and sighed deeply, the sigh seemingly emanating slowly from the depths of her soul.

It carries a deep weariness, powerlessness, and lingering anxiety about this chaotic situation.

She slowly turned her neck, her gaze sweeping over Su Jinyun, the Emperor Emeritus, Mu Yunxi, and the others beside her like a gentle stream.

His eyes revealed a firm and unwavering expression, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, with gentle yet irresistible movements, she slightly raised her hand and led everyone into the space.

Upon entering the space, Qin Qianluo's gaze instantly became as sharp and keen as a falcon's, and she quickly scanned the distance.

In the blink of an eye, they spotted Feng Qingyun and the others.

Looking up in that direction, you can see a transparent halo emitting a soft glow floating in mid-air.

The halo was like a mysterious pearl, isolated from the world, emitting a dreamlike glow in the slightly dim space.

As it flickers slightly, it seems to be telling everyone a mysterious past that no one knows.

It was like a silent yet mysterious warning emanating from this space, causing ripples to stir the heart.

Without hesitation, Qin Qianluo strode off, her feet barely touching the ground, and led the Emperor Emeritus and the others in a hurried run in that direction.

Her steps were quick and firm, each step landing heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

It was as if it wanted to crush the oppressive and tense atmosphere in the space, which was as heavy as lead.

Feng Qingyun was originally arguing heatedly, her face flushed, and her emotions were at their peak, her whole body like a torch that had been lit.

It radiated furious flames, like an active volcano about to erupt, ready to devour everything around it at any moment.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Qin Qianluo's familiar and warm figure.

In an instant, she seemed to be frozen by an invisible and powerful magic spell; all the words that were being spoken in a heated argument came to an abrupt halt, like water suddenly frozen in time.