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

At this critical moment, the spiritual power on Qin Qianluo's body suddenly burst forth like a raging flood.

In an instant, a layer of dreamlike, ethereal white mist enveloped her.

The white mist swirled around her like a light veil, yet it carried an aura of mystery and holiness.

This made her look like a god descended from ancient mythology, sacred and inviolable.

She is like a fairy who transcends the mortal world, standing alone between heaven and earth, radiating an awe-inspiring light.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy spread outwards like invisible ripples, causing the space to tremble slightly wherever they touched, as if it could not bear the weight.

The Heavenly Dao's originally certain strike missed its mark, and its gaze involuntarily fell upon Qin Qianluo, whose spiritual power was subtly solidifying.

His face, usually calm and composed, was as cold and aloof as ice, but a look of astonishment flashed across it like a shooting star streaking across the dark night.

How could this be? This small world has been firmly suppressed by Him from beginning to end, like a toy held in His palm.

The spiritual energy within had long been imprisoned by Him, becoming so thin as to be almost depleted, like a drop of water about to dry up in the desert, almost impossible to find.

But why does Qin Qianluo possess such immense and surging spiritual power, and how does she manage to use it so easily and freely?

This sudden change stirred a sense of unease in the Heavenly Dao, like ripples spreading across a calm lake.

However, before Heaven could delve into the reasons behind it, Qin Qianluo had already pounced on him once again like a tiger descending the mountain.

In a daze, the image of that woman who once wore red, held a sharp blade, and with a resolute attitude and fearless courage, severed His immortal bones with a single sword strike appeared.

It gradually overlapped and merged with the image of Qin Qianluo in front of him.

The sword in the Heavenly Dao's hand was originally a manifestation of His powerful spiritual energy.

When faced with the all-out attack of the Crimson Phoenix, which carried the power to destroy the world, it appeared so vulnerable and fragile as a dewdrop in the morning sunlight.

In an instant, the sword, like a shattered star, transformed into countless glittering starlight.

After flickering a few times in the void, it vanished into His hand as if it had never existed.

The moment the starlight dissipated, it seemed to take away a sliver of the Heavenly Dao's confidence, making Him feel an unprecedented threat.

Before Heaven could react or think further, alarm bells rang in its mind, and with a hasty wave of its hand, a shield formed instantly by dense spiritual energy took shape.

This shield was like a huge barrier emitting a ghostly light, seemingly able to withstand any attack in the world, and it barely blocked the sharp sword that was about to fall on His head like thunder.

The point where the sword collided with the shield emitted a piercing roar, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, with spiritual energy overflowing.

The surrounding space was shattered by the impact, revealing black cracks that resembled the jaws of a ferocious beast.

The two touched and immediately separated, like two fierce beasts facing each other, each taking a few steps back.

At this moment, they stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a fierce rage that seemed to burn everything in the world to ashes.

The anger in his eyes was like two flames confronting and colliding fiercely.

The sparks that burst forth seemed to ignite the surrounding air, as if they were about to devour the other party completely with their fury.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if the slightest disturbance would trigger a cataclysmic war.

The contempt in Tiandao's eyes was so intense it seemed to overflow, as if Qin Qianluo was the most despicable being in the world.

A contemptuous smile curved his lips as he gave a cold laugh, a laugh that seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying with it bone-chilling malice and disdain.

Like a sharp arrow, it shot towards Qin Qianluo: "As expected, you are still as shameless as before."

Qin Qianlu ignored the malicious mockery from the Heavenly Dao, her thoughts completely absorbed in the crucial information she had just obtained.

It turns out that the Heavenly Way is not an eternal, unchanging, supreme, and absolute existence; it, like all things in the mortal world, is divided into different levels and grades.

Since there are differences in levels, it means that the Heavenly Dao is not an invincible myth, but an object that can be completely destroyed.

If that's the case, why waste time on this pointless argument?

Back then, she was able to successfully demote the Heavenly Dao before her, causing it to lose all its authority.

Now, having gone through countless reincarnations and growth, she is even more confident that she can completely dissipate this Heavenly Dao into the world, turning it to ashes.

Such a corrupt and selfish way of Heaven has absolutely no value or meaning in the world.

As long as He exists in the world, He is like a huge shadow hidden in the darkness, constantly threatening the safety of all living beings.

Countless innocent ordinary people will be dragged into unwarranted disasters because of His narrow and twisted selfishness.

Life is wasted in despair and pain, families are broken, and lives are lost.

Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo's eyes instantly sharpened like a hawk's, burning with an unwavering flame.

Without hesitation, she resolutely drew her sword and attacked again, having completely forgotten the immense pressure she was under.

It was as if the force binding her was nothing more than an insignificant spider silk.

She held only one unwavering belief—to utterly slay this wicked Heavenly Law, restore peace and order to the world, and free all living beings from endless suffering.

As her powerful and unstoppable offensive unfolded, in an instant, the entire world seemed to be shaken by an invisible and powerful mysterious force, and its color was completely changed.

The already dark sky was instantly shrouded in a thick, ink-like haze.

The thick clouds, like a surging black ocean, rolled and surged wildly across the sky, emitting a deep and awe-inspiring roar.

It was as if a towering mountain, about to collapse, was pressing down on the earth with overwhelming force.

The oppressive atmosphere, almost suffocating, was like an invisible yet unbreakable giant net, tightly enveloping all things in the world.

Everyone who looked up at this scene felt their hearts involuntarily rise, as if a cold, invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts.

It made their breathing rapid and heavy, and each heartbeat seemed to be accompanied by the trembling of the earth.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating that their regent would emerge victorious in this thrilling battle.

They sincerely hoped that she would return unscathed and intact from this fierce battle, continuing to protect their lives and safeguard the peace and prosperity of this land.

In the sky, the fierce battle between Qin Qianluo and the Heavenly Dao continued in full swing.

In the pitch-black clouds, dazzling white light flashes intermittently, like sharp blades gleaming with cold light, seemingly about to tear the dark clouds apart mercilessly.

That was a deadly attack unleashed by the Heavenly Dao with its immense power; every ray of light contained an aura of destruction.

Every now and then, bursts of blazing fire would appear, like a roaring, raging dragon of flame, radiating intense heat as if to set the entire sky ablaze.

That was the power of the Crimson Sky controlled by Qin Qianluo rising up in resistance, each flame filled with an indomitable will.

The two intertwined and collided, unleashing astonishing energy fluctuations, each collision accompanied by a deafening roar.

It was as if the entire world was trembling under the impact of this earth-shattering power, and even space itself seemed to have cracks appearing, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

On the ground, many people were already unconsciously infected by the tense and terrifying atmosphere, and they all knelt down.

Their expressions were devout and solemn, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their hands clasped together, their eyes closed, silently praying in their hearts.

Their lips trembled slightly as they whispered prayers, their voices filled with endless anticipation and fear.

It was as if every word carried their hopes for the future and their reverence for fate.

This prayer was offered both to the brave and fearless regent who carried the hopes of the people, and to themselves.

Hopefully, this seemingly endless and thrilling battle will end soon, dispelling the gloom that shrouds the world and restoring peace and tranquility.

To allow them to return to a peaceful and beautiful life, and for children to laugh in the sunshine.

To allow the elderly to enjoy their later years in peace and tranquility, and to make this land full of life and vitality once again.

The young emperor's eyes seemed to be filled with blood, his crimson gaze fixed intently on the red figure that was retreating steadily in the fierce battle.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of heart-wrenching pity and the frustration of unfulfilled ambitions.

Her hands were clenched into fists as if in a spasm, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force, and the veins on the back of her hands stood out abruptly like writhing earthworms.

His fingernails dug deep into his palm, and bright red blood slowly seeped out from between his fingers, dripping heavily onto the ground beneath his feet, forming dark blood flowers.

It's as if a tragic painting has been drawn on the earth, silently expressing the anger and helplessness in my heart at this moment.

That bright red figure was none other than the regent, revered by all the people of Zhaoning Kingdom.

With her mortal body, she resolutely embarked on this magnificent journey that rivaled that of the gods.

Like a beacon, it attempts to pierce through layers of darkness, solely to create a peaceful and tranquil haven for the countless people of Zhaoning Kingdom, and indeed for all living beings under heaven.

To enable the people to live and work in peace and contentment on this land, free from the ravages of war and strife, and protected from natural disasters and man-made calamities.

As for himself, though he was the ruler of a country and possessed the world, at this critical juncture of life and death, he was like a tiger trapped in a cage.

He had lofty ambitions and passionate enthusiasm, but he was powerless to lend a helping hand to the regent, and could only look up anxiously.

They could only watch helplessly as the Regent, all alone, endured the overwhelming onslaught from the Heavenly Dao.

This profound sense of powerlessness, like a heavy, towering mountain, pressed mercilessly on her heart.

This made it increasingly difficult for her to breathe, each inhalation feeling like she was trying to break through a thick, airtight barrier.

Her chest was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression and heaviness, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat.