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

Beside the emperor, Pei Yanci's eyes were also bloodshot, like two raging flames. The anger and worry bursting from his eyes almost ignited the surrounding air.

His gaze was fixed on that red figure, so small yet so incredibly resolute in the vastness of the world.

It was as if as long as his gaze was firm enough, it could infuse him with an endless source of power.

At the border of Zhaoning Kingdom, countless people also looked solemn, their eyes fixed on the sky, their gazes filled with worry and concern for the regent.

Their hearts pounded violently with every rise and fall of her body, as if bound tightly to that red figure by an invisible thread.

The white-clad Heavenly Dao figure flickered like a ghost, followed by a fierce attack.

This strike, like a blinding white lightning bolt, carried a devastating force that tore through the sky and struck straight at Qin Qianluo.

Qin Qianluo's figure instantly flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, streaking across the sky like a shooting star before crashing heavily to the ground.

The dull thud of the impact was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone present and making their souls tremble.

For a long time, she did not stand up. The whole earth seemed to be gripped tightly by fear at this moment, falling into a deathly silence.

Everyone's hearts felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible and icy hand, the pain almost causing them to faint.

Everyone was praying silently in their hearts, and their prayers were like an invisible force that gathered together.

Hopefully, that red figure can rise proudly once more and continue its desperate struggle against the will of Heaven.

At this moment of utter despair, a scholar standing behind the emperor could no longer suppress the surging grief and indignation within him, which erupted like a volcano.

He suddenly tilted his head back, facing the sky, and roared out with all his might.

The voice resounded like a great bell, echoing through heaven and earth, as if conveying the indomitable spirit and struggle in the heart to every corner beyond the nine heavens.

"Crimson flames engulf the nine heavens, phoenix beaks peck open the chaotic feast. Blood splatters the starry sky, yet the handle is still held; bones fill the Milky Way, yet the whip remains unreeled."

"I dare to rip out the heart of Heaven's Way, to grind the very heavens to dust. With mortal hands capable of igniting the world's flames, what fear is there of divine rules pressing down on my shoulders!"

This poem, brimming with murderous intent, is like a massive boulder, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, suddenly thrown into a lake as still and oppressive as death.

The roar, once unleashed, instantly stirred up a tidal wave in the seemingly frozen atmosphere, as awe-inspiring as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

It was like a dazzling beam of light, piercing straight through layers of gloom with unstoppable force, illuminating the depths of Qin Qianluo's heart.

This was not only an inspiring encouragement to her, but also like a torch of hope lit for her in the abyss of endless darkness.

Every flickering flame provides her with an immense strength to continue moving forward and fight against the forces of nature to the very end.

At the same time, this poem vividly portrays the people's intense hatred and resentment towards the Way of Heaven, which is like a raging, turbulent sea.

Each word was like an incomparably sharp blade, filled with resentment and hatred, piercing fiercely at the cold, ruthless, and indifferent heart of Heaven.

This hatred, flowing with the rhythm of the poem, surged and churned like a river, as if to expose to the world all the outrageous evils of Heaven without reservation.

Let them be exposed in broad daylight and brought to justice.

At this critical moment when life and death hung by a thread, this poem was roared out of the scholar's mouth with all his might, like a thunderclap piercing the sky.

It is both a rousing battle drumbeat for Qin Qianluo, and every powerful syllable seems to be cheering her on.

It inspired her to muster her courage, forge ahead, and overcome the numerous difficulties she faced.

It is also an open challenge to the will of Heaven; it is the weak in dire straits confronting the powerful who are high above.

It is an ordinary mortal making a fearless challenge to a self-righteous god.

It vividly demonstrates the unwavering determination of the people, even if it means being shattered to pieces or having their brains spilled, to never bow to fate or succumb to power.

The people were not ignorant; although before, they had only a vague understanding of the harsh reality they were about to face, as if they were groping in the fog.

But everything I had just heard and witnessed was like a painting woven from blood, tears and suffering.

In a shocking way, the cruel truth is presented to them without reservation.

They knew in their hearts that if the Regent lost this contest of overwhelming power, he would be shrouded in the shadow of the supreme authority and brutal rule of Heaven.

Everything in the world will be ruthlessly crushed like ants, and no one will be able to survive.

The entire world will plunge into an abyss of darkness from which there is no return, into endless pain and despair.

Since fate has forced them into this desperate situation with no way out, as if they were standing on the edge of a cliff, they have no choice but to fight to the death.

If we fight with the determination to die, perhaps we can find a faint glimmer of hope in this pitch-black abyss.

They knew that in this battle where the disparity in strength was like heaven and earth, they could hardly provide the Regent with any substantial assistance.

After racking their brains, the only way they could express their support and determination to fight was through poetry.

At this moment, the spirit of the literati is fully displayed in these stirring verses.

It is a kind of integrity that has been tempered by time and refined by history, and has penetrated deep into the soul and marrow.

It is an unwavering commitment to justice and a courageous and fearless resistance against tyranny.

The integrity they displayed was by no means mere empty boasting.

Rather, it is truly indestructible and awe-inspiring, capable of transcending time and space, becoming a spiritual beacon for future generations to admire and follow.

Everyone understood the profound meaning contained in the poem: it was an angry roar against the injustice of fate, a steadfast defense of justice, and a fervent yearning for freedom.

So they all roared out, the sound initially like a gentle stream, carrying a hint of hesitation and fear, flowing slowly through the silent air.

But as more and more people were infected and joined in, the voice gradually coalesced into a powerful torrent.

Like surging waves, it echoes powerfully between heaven and earth.

Even though they knew that the Regent, who was fiercely battling with the will of Heaven, might not have time to heed their cries.

Perhaps their shouts seemed insignificant in the grand battle, but they still wanted to try, all for that one spark of unwavering faith in their hearts.

In order to convey even the smallest, yet unwavering and fervent, power to the Regent.

From the civil and military officials in their official robes and hats in the imperial court, to the monarch who shoulders the heavy responsibility of the nation, and then to the many ordinary people who hear the verses.

More and more people are speaking out, and their voices are coming together as if they are a collective protest against the laws of nature, a desperate cry against fate, and a firm expectation for the future.

The light that had gradually dimmed in everyone's eyes due to fear and despair now began to shine brightly again, as if it had been rekindled from the ashes, reigniting the flames of hope and fighting spirit.

The flames, though small as sparks, had the potential to spread like wildfire, as if they were about to burn away all the darkness and gloom in the world.

Once again struck away by the Heavenly Dao, Qin Qianluo's body plummeted uncontrollably from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

The dull thud of the impact was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts hard.

She endured the surging pain that coursed through her body like a tidal wave, the pain feeling like countless sharp steel needles piercing every inch of her skin and every bone.

It assaulted her nerves, attempting to utterly destroy her will.

She swallowed the gushing blood that kept churning in her mouth; the blood, scalding hot, slid down her throat.

Yet a trace of blood still uncontrollably slid down from the corner of her lips, leaving a shocking mark on her slightly pale face.

Like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, it is beautiful yet exudes endless poignant beauty and tragic grandeur.

She knelt on one knee, supporting her swaying body with one hand on the ground.

His slender fingers dug deep into the soil, as if trying to draw the last bit of strength from the earth.

That hand, with its knuckles white from the exertion and veins bulging, seemed to be waging a final struggle against fate.

Then, she slowly raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with her sleeve. Her movements seemed elegant and composed, but they could not hide her dishevelment and exhaustion.

Her disheveled hair danced wildly in the wind, obscuring her resolute and stubborn face.

However, her eyes were filled with arrogance and ruthlessness, even though she was in a disheveled state, with messy hair, torn clothes, and covered in battle wounds.

But her innate carefree and unrestrained spirit remained undiminished, as if the current predicament was merely a minor hardship in her life.

She will surely overcome everything with fearless courage and unwavering faith.

Qin Qianluo lowered her eyes slightly, her thick eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings. She twitched her ears, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

Her smile held both relief and resolve. The next second, she softly uttered three words: "Feng Qingyun."

The sound, though soft, seemed to carry immense power, spreading slowly through the air like a resounding bell, each syllable seemingly containing boundless strength and profound meaning.

The sound, like a mysterious melody traversing distant time and space, drifted down gently.

Like a pebble thrown into a tranquil lake, it creates invisible yet incredibly impactful ripples in the air.

These ripples, like waves of fate, spread quietly, foreshadowing a breathtaking upheaval that is about to unfold.

At that very moment, a clear and melodious phoenix cry, as if from beyond the heavens, carrying endless etherealness and mystery, suddenly resounded throughout the world.

The phoenix's cry was clear and melodious, seemingly able to penetrate the barriers of the soul.

Each note seemed to carry ancient memories and power, swirling and echoing in the air, awakening a certain stirring deep within the hearts of all things in the world.