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

They had just touched the dawn of a new life, but were ruthlessly dragged back into the abyss of endless darkness.

It is precisely because I have witnessed too many heartbreaking and agonizing tragedies that I have personally witnessed.

She racked her brains and put in a lot of effort to come up with this method to protect the woman she was rescuing as much as possible.

At the time, the rescued women were all filled with heartfelt gratitude towards her.

Tears welled in every grateful look, and every sincere thank you was like a warm spring breeze, making her convinced that she had done something absolutely right and meaningful.

But why is it that now, in the eyes of Heaven, all of this has been distorted into an unforgivable mistake?

Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, images of the frequent natural disasters that once plagued the cultivation world flashed through Qin Qianluo's mind.

Those scenes of landslides, devastating floods, and widespread death and destruction seemed to reappear before my eyes.

Then, I thought of the various natural and man-made disasters that the world is currently experiencing.

Those ruins after the earthquake, the displacement in the flood, and the painful groans under the plague.

A strong, almost terrifying, sense of foreboding welled up inside me, as if an invisible and evil hand was quietly manipulating everything from behind the scenes.

He seemed to have unwittingly fallen into a huge and terrible conspiracy.

She stared in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief, as if questioning the entire world.

She slowly raised her head, as if using all her strength, and looked straight at the Heavenly Dao.

It was as if they were trying to find the answer in the other person's face, which was as cold and unfathomable as an ancient, icy pool.

Her lips trembled slightly, like leaves shivering in the autumn wind, and her voice also trembled imperceptibly due to extreme shock and confusion.

He asked slowly and deliberately, "So, in your opinion, I didn't save you back then, but rather... you were harmed by me?"

The sound echoed in the almost deathly silent air, carrying endless confusion, helplessness, and a hint of fear.

It's as if a tragic, untold story is being told in this vast, empty space.

The Heavenly Dao is like an ancient, unyielding iceberg, exuding a chilling aura that sends shivers down one's spine.

Those deep eyes, like a pair of cold, icy pools, coldly and emotionlessly gazed at Qin Qianluo.

That gaze was like a poisoned arrow shot from an endless abyss of darkness, filled with intense resentment and disdain, as if it wanted to turn Qin Qianluo into dust in an instant.

"Isn't that so?" Its voice was like a raging wind in the dead of winter, carrying the bone-chilling cold from the deepest hell, sharp and piercing.

It was as if it wanted to crush all the warmth in the world.

"I should have been the Heavenly Dao, the guardian of order in the divine realm,"

Tiandao paused slightly, his chest heaving violently as if suppressing the surging anger within him, before continuing, his voice filled with resentment and indignation.

"But because of that incident, you were ultimately trapped in the cultivation world, becoming a guardian of a small realm of Heaven. Now you have become the Heaven of this world, allowing yourself to be ridiculed."

These words were like a powerful bomb that exploded in the crowd, creating a huge uproar.

Qin Qianluo's originally calm and composed face was instantly filled with shock, her eyes widened like copper bells, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

It was as if what I was facing was an absurd nightmare from another world.

Those on the ground who heard these absurd remarks were equally astonished, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

The expression on his face froze at that moment, filled with deep disbelief and astonishment.

What utterly absurd and illogical theory could this be?

The Way of Heaven has been revered by all things in the world since ancient times as the supreme being that is impartial, all-seeing, and judges all right and wrong in the world; it is a symbol of justice and order.

But the person in front of us now is openly displaying such a distorted and incomprehensible behavior, which is truly astonishing and utterly unbelievable.

Ingratitude is already a despicable act, yet people still manage to justify and justify this shameless act of repaying kindness with enmity.

It's as if they are the innocent victims, which is so absurd and outrageous that it's impossible to agree with, and it fills one's heart with anger and contempt.

Qin Qianluo felt a surge of hot blood rush to her head like a raging torrent, and the anger in her heart erupted like a supervolcano that had been ignited, with overwhelming force.

She couldn't help but hysterically curse in her heart: "These days, what kind of cats, dogs, demons and monsters can become the Heavenly Way?"

It's utterly absurd, a complete farce!

I'd rather have those kind-hearted, righteous, and discerning college students from my past life take that role.

Any one of them, even a complete novice, is a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand times better than this ignorant and shameless fellow in front of them!

She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force, as if they might shatter at any moment from the pressure.

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, a sound that seemed to be a silent protest against the laws of nature.

With only a tremendous amount of willpower, he managed to swallow back the profanity that was about to erupt like a volcano.

Now is far from the time to completely turn against each other. The situation is as complicated as a tangled mess, and the process of Feng Qingyun's integration is not yet complete.

Like the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head, it constantly tugged at her heartstrings.

However, she still had many complicated doubts in her heart that needed to be resolved. Each doubt was like a mystery hidden in the darkness, preventing her from seeing the truth of the matter.

At this moment, she could only suppress the resentment in her heart that was almost consuming her completely.

Like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, it continues to play along with the ways of heaven, waiting for the opportunity to turn the tide.

At this moment, Qin Qianluo felt as if she were in the midst of a raging storm of emotions, with anger burning fiercely in her chest like a raging fire.

Shock struck her heart like a series of heavy blows, while resentment spread wildly through her soul like thorns.

She clenched her teeth tightly, her jawbone bulging slightly from the effort, every muscle stretched to its limit.

Like a frozen statue, she was engaged in a thrilling and desperate struggle with the frenzied emotions within her that were about to devour her.

Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, slid down her cheeks, and soaked her collar, but she was completely unaware.

After a long while, she finally managed to suppress the surging emotions that were like a volcanic eruption, and took a deep breath.

That aura seemed to carry a tremendous weight, attempting to calm the turmoil within.

However, her slightly trembling shoulders and rapidly heaving chest inevitably betrayed the turmoil deep within her heart.

When she spoke again, she tried her best to make her voice sound calm and steady.

Like the calm surface of a deep pool, the slightly trembling tone of his voice was like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface, subtly revealing a complex emotion that was difficult to suppress.

It was a complex mix of anger, doubt, and resentment: "So, the natural disasters in the cultivation world, and the calamities that are currently befalling the surrounding small countries, are all your doing?"

Even after I died in the Immortal Realm, I've never lived past twenty-five in any of my reincarnations. Is that why?

Her gaze was piercing, fixed on the Heavenly Dao, her eyes burning with anger, yet also full of questioning and inquiry.

It was as if they wanted to see through the cold, frosty face of the Heavenly Dao to the truth hidden behind it.

The Heavenly Dao remained indifferent, its expression as if all the joys and sorrows, life and death of the world had nothing to do with it.

He is like an ancient, unchanging iceberg, cold and devoid of emotion.

Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's question, He merely nodded slightly, the movement mechanical and concise, as if it were just a meaningless, habitual action.

To Him, all of this was nothing out of the ordinary.

In His understanding, all of this was Qin Qianluo's just deserts.

Everything he did was in accordance with some kind of "rule" that he considered unquestionable, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He spoke slowly, his voice cold and rigid, as if coming from a distant and deathly void, devoid of any human emotion.

It was as if a soulless machine was rigidly reciting instructions: "I was originally trying to help you too."

For mortals seeking the Dao, they must temper their character through suffering. If you have never experienced such trials in any of your past lives, then even if you are trapped in the world of cultivation, it is just a waste of time.

But Er didn't understand my feelings and instead attacked me with his mortal body—in that case, I can't blame myself for being ruthless.

His words were like a fierce, relentless wind in the dead of winter, sweeping across the land with a chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine, as if the whole world had been frozen by these icy words.

The resentment in Qin Qianluo's heart was like a volcano about to erupt, with scalding lava churning and roaring in her heart, almost breaking through the shackles of reason.

The question, "Is it human nature?", brimming with accusation and anger, was already rising to his throat, as if it were about to erupt like a volcano at any moment.

She could hardly contain her anger at this absurd theory of the Way of Heaven. What kind of twisted, bizarre, and outrageous fallacy was this?

However, she knew this was not the time to act impulsively, and she suppressed the resentment that was almost consuming her.

He slowly lowered his eyes, as if night had fallen, quietly concealing the burning anger and deep shock within them.

Indeed, when she looks back on the past, the memories of each lifetime are like a series of warm and peaceful paintings.

She was like a carefully nurtured protagonist in a painting, growing up peacefully in a tranquil harbor free from wind and rain.

Behind her, countless people stood like rows of sturdy fortresses, silently providing her with a protective umbrella.

They stood on tiptoe, stretching their bodies with all their might, using their own strength to shield her from the world's storms, lightning, and thunder.

Those umbrellas, like wings of protection under the sky, weave together a warm and pure world, separating her from the noise, turmoil, and suffering of the outside world.