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

Qin Qianluo tilted her head slightly, her posture like a plum blossom braving the snow, elegant and upright, exuding an innate noble temperament.

Like a fairy detached from the mortal world, untouched by worldly concerns.

His tone was calm and peaceful, as if he were telling a long-standing historical story, or explaining a simple truth that everyone knows.

"I have always enjoyed traveling around, and Your Majesty is always concerned about my safety. What's wrong with that?"

At this point, Qin Qianluo paused slightly, her eyes like the deep night sky, a sly glint flashing within them.

Like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, it is dazzling and eye-catching, yet fleeting and elusive.

She parted her lips slightly and continued slowly, "As for the 'rooster'—if it eats peacefully and some feathers occasionally fall, that's normal, so what's wrong with that?"

Her words seemed understated, like a gentle stream, calm and mild, yet like a steel needle hidden in brocade, subtly revealing an undeniable confidence and strength.

Tiandao listened to Qin Qianluo's eloquent, logically sound, yet utterly distorted and sophistical arguments.

The feeling of disgust welled up in my heart like a raging tsunami, churning up from the depths of my soul. I felt that the farce in front of me was extremely boring and absurd to the point of being nauseating.

Every word that came out of Qin Qianluo's mouth was like an annoying mosquito buzzing endlessly in her ear, recklessly testing the limits of her patience.

He didn't care to make Qin Qianlu admit her mistake; he had completely lost the patience to continue dealing with her.

Even hearing just one more syllable felt like my dignity was being brutally trampled on, as if I were struggling in a filthy swamp.

In an instant, Tiandao's expression suddenly hardened, as if a glacier that had stood for ten thousand years had frozen in an instant, and his aura changed drastically.

A chilling aura of killing intent, like an ancient, primordial beast awakening, raged wildly from its center like a storm.

The surrounding space seemed to be being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, emitting a series of chilling "creaking" sounds, as if it was about to break under the weight.

He slowly raised his hand, his movements unhurried yet carrying a timeless solemnity and majesty.

Every muscle pulsation seemed to proclaim His supreme authority to the world.

As He moved, a strange and distorted wave instantly appeared in the air, like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake, spreading outwards in concentric circles from the Heavenly Dao.

This fluctuation seemed to contain the most mysterious power in the universe, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion.

This force causes the surrounding light to undergo strange refraction and distortion.

Immediately afterwards, a black longsword appeared out of thin air, as if it had slowly broken free from the bottom of an endless dark abyss, carrying endless mystery and terror.

This sword seemed to be formed from all the coldness, darkness and despair in the world. Its blade was pitch black, deep and pure.

Like the most mysterious black hole in the universe, it possesses the terrifying power to devour everything. It seems that just one glance at it will suck your soul into that endless dark abyss.

Wisps of black mist swirled and coiled around the sword, like countless vengeful spirits from the underworld, struggling and howling in agony, emitting chilling screams.

These mists seemed to have a life of their own, constantly twisting and changing shape.

Sometimes it transforms into a hideous ghost face, and sometimes it transforms into a ferocious demon, as if showing the world the endless terror of the underworld.

The sword emanated a chilling light, like a will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the cold night, and that light seemed to possess a tangible power.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze instantly into solid ice, emitting a crisp yet piercing "crackling" sound.

It was as if all the warmth in the world had vanished without a trace in an instant under the invasion of this chill, leaving only endless cold and deathly silence.

Tiandao gripped the sword hilt firmly, the muscles on his arms bulging slightly, the lines of those muscles resembling the outline of an ancient mountain range, containing astonishingly powerful strength.

He slowly raised his longsword, his movements steady and powerful, each subtle action seemingly containing endless profound meaning.

The sword tip, like a sharp, cold glint piercing the darkness, pointed straight and precisely at Qin Qianluo.

At this moment, the Heavenly Dao's gaze was icy cold, like ice that had never melted for millennia, with no trace of emotion in its deep eyes.

It was as if everything in the world was as insignificant as ants in His eyes, and could be crushed at will.

He slightly parted his lips, which seemed to be carved from millennia-old ice, and coldly uttered each word from between his teeth.

The voice seemed to come from the ends of the universe, carrying endless indifference and determination: "You wounded me with your sword back then, and now I return that pain to you. This is not bullying."

As for your superfluous words, I have no interest in listening to them.

After saying that, the aura emanating from the Heavenly Dao grew stronger and stronger, surging like a volcanic eruption, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted and deformed by this powerful pressure.

The space itself groaned in pain under this force, as if it were about to collapse under its own weight.

Seeing that the majestic and fierce aura surrounding the Heavenly Dao was like a surging raging tide, it had already climbed to its peak.

Like a volcano about to erupt, a scorching and destructive pressure surged forth.

It seemed to be mercilessly crushing everything in the world into dust, and the entire space groaned in pain under the ravages of this powerful force.

The air seemed to be violently distorted as if it were being boiled.

The anger in Qin Qianluo's heart was like a surging undercurrent, churning wildly in her heart with overwhelming force.

The anger was like a wild beast imprisoned in a cage, constantly crashing against the dam of reason, almost breaking it.

However, Qin Qianluo knew that this was not the time to act impulsively or emotionally.

Many mysteries remain, like heavy gloom, weighing heavily on her mind.

Each mystery was like a boulder, suffocating her and making her unable to let go. She would not be satisfied until she solved these mysteries.

Qin Qianlu suppressed the almost uncontrollable anger in her heart and pretended to unconsciously tighten her grip on the sword hilt.

Her long, slender, and fair fingers were slightly white from exertion, and the veins at her knuckles were prominent, winding like earthworms.

Like a bowstring stretched to its limit, it seems as if it will snap at any moment, releasing boundless power.

This seemingly unintentional action was actually her desperate attempt to suppress the almost out-of-control rage burning within her.

Trying to maintain the last bit of composure in this tense and confrontational atmosphere.

Like a small boat in a storm, struggling to maintain its balance in the turbulent sea.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Qianluo tried to calm her violently heaving chest and put on a composed expression. Her originally rosy face was now slightly pale due to suppressed anger.

She slowly raised her other hand, her movements slow yet firm, making a gesture to stop the movement towards the Heavenly Dao.

Her arm trembled slightly, a tremor that seemed to be a mixture of fear and anger from the depths of her soul, but she still did her best to firmly point towards the Heavenly Dao.

As if waging a fearless, silent battle against this overwhelming force, the arm stood stubbornly upright in the gale, like a flagpole forged from steel.

Her gaze was piercing, staring directly at the heavens, her eyes filled with resentment, anger, and a persistent desire to find the truth.

Those eyes were like two sharp, gleaming swords, trying to pierce through the cold, indifferent exterior of the Heavenly Dao and reach the unfathomable depths of its heart.

The truth hidden in the darkness will be revealed one by one.

Qin Qianlu spoke, her voice trembling slightly with anger, yet still clear and powerful, resonating like a great bell in the oppressive space.

"Finally, there is one more thing I would like to ask. Were all the strange occurrences in the Xuanyuan Kingdom caused by you in secret? And was Shouzhuo able to be resurrected through possession of another body also part of your scheme?"

Qin Qianluo's words were like a series of heavy hammer blows, striking the air with tremendous force. Each word seemed to carry immense weight, reverberating and echoing in the oppressive atmosphere.

Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's series of questions, Tiandao's previously calm expression faltered slightly, and his movements came to an abrupt halt.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible thought crossed His deep, universe-like eyes, as if He were weighing something.

After a moment, He slowly nodded, which was considered an admission of Qin Qianluo's question.

In the eyes of Heaven, Qin Qianluo was nothing more than an ant about to perish. Her life and death were already predetermined. The answers to these questions were irrelevant to the overall situation, so it wouldn't hurt to tell her.

Everything was under His control, like a puppet on strings, at His mercy.

The moment she saw the Heavenly Dao nod in acknowledgment, the long-suppressed rage in Qin Qianluo's heart, like the molten lava beneath a dormant volcano, erupted like a wildfire.

Her hand gripping the sword hilt seemed to transform into a steel vise, exerting sudden force until her knuckles turned white as snow from the excessive strain, as if they were about to shatter.

The veins, like writhing dragons, bulged beneath her skin, revealing the anger in her heart.

In an instant, she rose into the sky like a crimson meteor, so fast that she left only a blur.

At the same time, the Crimson Phoenix that accompanied her, like a war god reborn from the ashes, soared into the sky with her.

The Crimson Phoenix spun gracefully and sharply in mid-air, its body engulfed in flames, resembling a burning sea of ​​blood.

The flames seemed to have a life of their own, leaping and dancing wildly, emitting deafening howls.

It seemed to want to burn the sky into nothingness, and the intense heat it emitted distorted and deformed the surrounding air, like the surface of a shimmering lake.

As the phoenix spread its wings, it became like an indestructible wall of fire, perfectly blocking the fierce sword strike from the Heavenly Dao, which contained endless killing intent and earth-shattering power.

This sword strike seemed to tear space apart, but the Crimson Phoenix's obstruction caused a dazzling light to erupt at the point of collision, like the sun exploding, stinging people's eyes.