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

Her fingers gently stroked Feng Qingyun's hair, like a mother comforting a frightened child, her voice soft and soothing.

Like a clear, babbling brook in the mountains, or a lullaby drifting in the night sky, it possesses a reassuring magic.

"Don't panic, Rainbow Dash is just merging memories."

Feng Qingyun and Qin Qianluo formed an inseparable bond as a divine beast from the very beginning of time.

This bond is like the strongest thread in the long river of fate, tightly connecting the two.

Together with the renowned Crimson Phoenix, it is like the two wings on Qin Qianluo's cultivation journey.

It has accompanied her through countless years of trials and tribulations, witnessing her every step from naivety and inexperience to composure and perseverance.

Every thrilling adventure, every struggle on the edge of life and death.

They have left indelible marks on each other's memories, becoming an indispensable part of their lives.

Now, with her summons and Xin Ziming's help, the Crimson Phoenix has broken through the shackles of time and space and successfully returned to Qin Qianluo's side.

As if it were a stirring prelude played by fate, Feng Qingyun also ushered in the crucial moment of unlocking the seal of her long-sealed memories.

The power and precious memories that have been dormant at the bottom of the river of time are about to be awakened and see the light of day again.

Long Nanzhi subconsciously raised her head slowly, her gaze naturally falling on Feng Qingyun, who was sitting cross-legged in the air.

At this moment, Feng Qingyun was surrounded by a soft and mysterious light, like a silver veil under the moonlight, gently enveloping her.

Her expression was calm and serene, as if she were immersed in a beautiful and peaceful dream, without any trace of pain or struggle.

Long Nanzhi's heart, which had been hanging in her throat as if it might leap out of her chest at any moment, found a solid harbor.

Only then did he slowly, as if relieved of a great burden, land down, and his breathing gradually became steady.

However, at this moment, Long Nanzhi's heart was like a tangled mess of knots, filled with countless doubts.

These doubts surged like a turbulent tide, churning within her heart.

Each question was like a heavy hammer, urgently striking her thoughts, yearning for an answer.

But before she could even slightly open her lips and express these confusions...

Outside the ring space, a deafening, sky-piercing sound of electricity suddenly erupted without warning.

The sound was like thousands of horses galloping across a vast grassland, their hooves thundering in the ears.

It was as if countless thunderbolts were exploding in one after another in my ears, the booming sound making my eardrums hurt, instantly and mercilessly shattering the originally peaceful and serene atmosphere within the ring space.

Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up a thousand waves, causing ripples of panic to spread through everyone's hearts.

Qin Qianluo slightly turned her long, elegant neck, her eyes as clear and sharp as autumn water.

The arrow landed swiftly and accurately on Feng Qingyun, who was still focused on merging her memories.

She pondered for a moment, and a resolute and decisive look flashed in her eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet incredibly firm.

The situation is extremely critical, and there is no room for hesitation or delay.

Without hesitation, she reached out her slender yet powerful hand and gently tugged at Long Nanzhi's sleeve.

Her movements were gentle yet carried an undeniable resolve, like a gust of wind, swiftly carrying Long Nanzhi away from the ring space.

The scene outside the space resembled a terrifying painting depicting the end of the world, inspiring endless fear and profound shock.

At noon, when the sun should have been shining brightly and everything was radiant, the sky seemed to be completely covered by a huge, boundless, and airtight black curtain.

The blackness was as deep as an endless black hole in the universe, greedily devouring all the light in the world, leaving not a glimmer of dawn.

The inky black clouds, like surging, overwhelming black waves, piled up in layers.

Like a towering, dark mountain about to collapse, it weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making them feel as if they were in an endless abyss of darkness, almost unable to breathe.

Within the dark clouds, thick and dazzling bolts of lightning, like wildly dancing silver snakes, darted about.

It occasionally tears through the dark sky with the force of a thunderbolt, emitting a blinding light that is impossible to look directly at.

Each flash of lightning was followed by a deafening clap of thunder that shook the heavens and the earth.

The sound was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, as if it could shake the very foundation of the earth, causing the ground to tremble slightly beneath one's feet.

It was as if the entire world was teetering on the brink of collapse under this terrifying and powerful force; the scene was truly chilling.

Seeing the apocalyptic scene before her, Qin Qianluo's delicate brows furrowed tightly, like willow leaves swaying in a spring breeze, revealing deep worry and displeasure.

A cold, resentful glint flashed in her clear eyes.

This familiar scene, which seemed to replay like a nightmare, filled her with an indescribable sense of resentment and helplessness.

The Way of Heaven has always been so domineering and arrogant, high above all others, like a cold and ruthless ruler who does not tolerate disobedience.

Completely disregarding the suffering and struggles of all living beings, and having endured the long test of time, it remains as hard as stone, unchanged in the slightest.

She slightly raised her long, slender, and fair arm, as smooth as mutton fat jade, the movement elegant and composed, as if she were having a mysterious conversation with heaven and earth.

A resolute determination flashed in her eyes, and then, her red lips parted slightly, like flower petals gently unfolding, as she softly called out.

In an instant, the Crimson Phoenix, like a red meteor burning with raging flames, shot out from her hand like an arrow released from a bow, carrying an unstoppable blazing heat.

While everyone was still immersed in fear and anxiety, trembling like startled birds, at a loss for what to do.

A vibrant, eye-catching figure in red, leaping like a flame, treads on a sword, her movements light and agile, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, soaring swiftly into the sky.

The red dress fluttered in the wind, like a battle flag, demonstrating an indomitable will and fearless courage.

At a glance, everyone clearly recognized that the woman in red was Qin Qianluo.

In an instant, the panic that had been surging like a tidal wave receded as if it had encountered an unbreakable dam.

Instead, a wave of worry spread through everyone's hearts, like fine and resilient spider silk, tightly binding their hearts and tightening their grip.

Their gazes, as if drawn by invisible ropes, followed Qin Qianluo's receding figure, as they silently prayed.

Hopefully, with her extraordinary strength and unwavering will, she can return safely like a sword piercing through the darkness.

To dispel the darkness that shrouds the world like a gloom, and to bring light and hope back to the earth.

Above the apocalyptic sky, thunder and lightning intertwined to create a terrifying and breathtaking symphony.

The inky black clouds surged and rolled wildly like a raging black ocean, with the waves of clouds pressing and colliding with each other.

It was as if the entire sky was twisted and deformed under this violent force, as if it wanted to mercilessly devour everything in the world.

Thick bolts of lightning, like ferocious silver dragons, darted through the abyss of dark clouds, each flash accompanied by a deafening, earth-shattering thunderclap.

The sound seemed capable of shaking the very foundations of the universe, causing the earth to tremble.

The lightning flashed like a sharp blade, slicing through the darkness and instantly illuminating the sky as bright as day.

Then it plunges into even deeper darkness, the alternation of light and shadow creating a chilling atmosphere.

Amidst this despairing chaos and shock, that vibrant, glistening red blaze resembled a blazing flame suddenly bursting forth from the abyss of darkness.

Like a bright and dazzling shooting star in the night sky, it instantly illuminates everyone's vision and stands out.

The people of the surrounding small countries who have survived numerous disasters are already completely consumed by fear and exhaustion.

The shadow of disaster loomed over each and every one of them like a thick haze.

However, the strange and breathtaking sight in the sky seemed to possess an irresistible magic, drawing their gaze.

They stood there, stunned and bewildered, their faces contorted with fear, their bodies trembling slightly.

They slowly raised their heads, their movements mechanical and sluggish, as if controlled by invisible threads, their eyes fixed on the striking figure in the sky.

Besides the deep shock in their eyes, there was also a faint glimmer of hope, as if that touch of red could bring them the hope of escaping their suffering.

The national destiny system, Haoyue, which had already severed its binding relationship with the host, quietly floated in mid-air.

Its "sensory organs," constructed from countless complex programs, were intently watching Qin Qianluo as she soared into the air.

Logically speaking, as a system that operates according to a set procedure, it should not possess the emotional fluctuations unique to humans.

However, at this moment, a strange and intense tremor spread through its system like an electric current, as if it had encountered a program oscillation that was enough to overturn its operating logic.

Its internal core computing module operates at an extraordinary speed.

A series of complex data composed of 0s and 1s flashed through its "mind" like a rushing data stream.

It was secretly amazed at what extraordinary and earth-shaking figure it had bound itself to by chance!

Fortunately, I didn't make the decision to return rashly; otherwise, such a shocking and awe-inspiring scene would have been unthinkable.

It's likely that even after the entire system's long operating cycle, it will be difficult to witness a second time like this.

This scene will undoubtedly become an indelible and unique memory in the history of its program operation.