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

In the end, Qin Qianluo was unable to withstand the overwhelming power of the Heavenly Dao, and was once again blown away uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

Her body traced a tragic and desperate arc through the air, like a falling meteor, before crashing heavily to the ground.

This time, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and she felt waves of pain throughout her body.

Every inch of her skin felt like it was being scorched by fire, and every bone felt like it was being struck by a giant hammer. She no longer had the slightest strength to stand up again.

That powerful strike just now had exhausted all the strength of both she and Feng Qingyun; it was a desperate gamble.

However, the Heavenly Dao remained unscathed, standing there silently like an ancient and unchanging majestic mountain, exuding an inviolable and unshakeable majesty.

This despairing oppressive force, like a heavy, suffocating gloom, weighed heavily on Qin Qianluo's heart.

It made her feel deeply powerless and helpless, as if no matter how much she struggled and tried, she could never break free from this fateful shackle.

They can only gradually succumb to this cruel reality.

Qin Qianluo's vision gradually blurred, and her consciousness began to become hazy. The world before her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.

Even so, she mustered her last remaining will and used all her strength to cast a deep yet resolute glance in the direction of Su Jinyun.

That one glance contained a thousand words: a deep longing and reluctance to part with Su Jinyun, a nostalgia for the time they had spent together, and even more so, expectations and blessings for the future.

That gaze seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, conveying all her emotions into Su Jinyun's heart.

Then, under the full force of the Heavenly Dao's attack once again, her body vanished like a dream, turning to ashes in an instant.

Those once vibrant lives appeared so fragile in the face of this overwhelming power, like a fallen leaf drifting in a storm, utterly vulnerable.

Not even flesh and bones remained; it turned into a thick cloud of blood mist, slowly dissipating in the air and gradually merging into the world.

It was as if she had never existed in this world, leaving only faint traces that told of her past struggles and helplessness.

Seeing Qin Qianluo turn into a blood mist, the Heavenly Dao did not relax or slack off in the slightest.

He had only used 30% of his power just now. To him, it was merely a probing attack, a preliminary assessment of Qin Qian's strength.

But now, the truly brutal battle has only just begun.

The tenacious resistance shown by Qin Qianluo, and the potential that she unleashed after joining forces with Feng Qingyun, made the Heavenly Dao feel an unprecedented threat.

A hint of wariness flashed in His deep, cold eyes. The situation that followed might be far more complex and difficult than He had initially imagined.

He cannot afford to be the slightest bit disrespectful or careless.

He stood there silently, like a cold referee, awaiting the next unknown challenge, ready to uphold his supreme authority with absolute power.

Beneath the sky, the crowd watched with heavy hearts as the bright red robes, like a blazing, burning flame, came into view.

In the cruel and merciless reality, it slowly dissipates like a dream bubble, just like a brilliant star that suddenly falls from the night sky.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be stripped of all color and vitality, plunging into endless darkness and deathly silence.

Tears, like a raging flood that has burst its banks, burst forth uncontrollably, flowing freely down everyone's cheeks, each tear filled with heart-wrenching grief and reluctance to part.

That was the regent king of their Zhaoning Kingdom, revered by all the people and respected like a god.

She is like a towering, majestic pillar that supports the vast land of Zhaoning Kingdom and carries the hopes and future of countless people.

Just like that, right before everyone's eyes, it vanished without a trace, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind, leaving only a deathly silence and despair.

It hung over everyone's hearts like a dark cloud.

The young emperor felt a sudden dizziness, as if the entire world had turned upside down and collapsed in that instant, and the sun and moon had lost their light.

Her legs felt as if they were being crushed by a thousand pounds of weight, so weak that they could barely support her heavy body. A deep sense of powerlessness and grief overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

She instinctively reached out, her fingers trembling, as if trying to grasp that vanished sliver of red.

But she only grasped at empty air, and the futility of her fingertips made her heart ache even more.

The retired emperor and empress dowager, far away on the frontier, were also swaying violently, like withered leaves battered by a raging storm, about to fall.

They embraced tightly, as if that would shield them from the overwhelming sorrow, but tears still streamed uncontrollably down their faces, etched with the marks of time.

Drop by drop, the tears soaked their clothes, leaving dark stains that seemed to be a manifestation of their grief.

Su Jinyun was struck dumb, as if struck by lightning. She felt completely disoriented, as if her soul had been forcibly ripped from her body.

She stumbled back several steps, each step feeling like walking on a thorny path, the excruciating pain making her almost unable to stand.

The taste of blood spread rapidly in her mouth; it was the taste of a broken heart, bitter and desperate. A trickle of blood slowly slid down her bloodless lips.

Like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, it is both poignant and desperate, and its stark whiteness makes it all the more shocking.

The excruciating pain, like a surging, overwhelming tide, completely engulfed her.

It felt as if her internal organs were being violently kneaded and torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, making even breathing excruciatingly painful.

She didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. It was as if her soul had been ripped away. She just sat there blankly on the ground, staring at the sky with empty, lifeless eyes.

She stared intently at the spot where Qin Qianluo had last disappeared, as if if she looked long enough, that familiar figure would miraculously reappear.

She was immersed in endless grief, and everything around her was irrelevant to her. The whole world seemed to consist only of the empty sky and her heart, which was shattered into countless pieces.

When Yao Guang and his group saw the red figure disappear, their hearts tightened.

It felt as if an invisible and icy hand had gripped their hearts tightly, the pain almost suffocating them.

In their extreme anxiety and grief, they did not hesitate to take flight on their swords, no longer heeding Qin Qianluo's instructions.

The sound of swords pierced the sky, sharp and loud, like a flock of angry birds rushing swiftly towards the direction of the Heavenly Dao.

Their eyes burned with a fierce rage—anger at the ways of Heaven, resentment at losing the regent, and a relentless pursuit of justice.

It was as if they wanted to use their own bodies as swords to fight the heavens to the death.

Even if it means being shattered to pieces, we must seek justice for the Regent and make Heaven pay the price for His actions.

However, the Heavenly Dao merely raised its hand slightly, the movement casual, but its eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if the people in front of it were just a group of insignificant ants.

An overwhelming and suffocating force surged forth like a tidal wave, seemingly originating from the depths of the universe, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.

It was like an invisible giant hand, instantly sending Yao Guang and the others flying.

Like kites with broken strings, everyone fell uncontrollably, tracing desperate arcs in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

It emitted a dull, desperate sound, raising a cloud of dust.

They struggled painfully on the ground, trying to get up again, but found that all their strength seemed to have been drained, every inch of their skin was in excruciating pain, and their bones felt like they were falling apart.

They could only watch helplessly as the will of Heaven turned, their eyes filled with tears of resentment, anger, and despair, their hearts overflowing with helplessness against fate and hatred for the will of Heaven.

At this moment, the Heavenly Dao's defenses were like an impregnable steel fortress, becoming increasingly formidable.

The one He just easily knocked down was clearly a member of the Sword Sect; His keen, eagle-like perception was absolutely correct.

But when exactly did they arrive here? I hadn't noticed anything amiss at all.

A nameless unease, like a dark shadow, spread rapidly through the heart of the Heavenly Dao, coiling around every nerve of His like spider silk.

It was as if something of paramount importance had slipped out of His control and was heading in an unknown direction, and this unknown filled Him with deep fear.

This sense of loss of control made Heaven feel inexplicably flustered, and an unprecedented fear quietly crept into His heart.

Like a cold snake, it slowly slithered through the depths of His heart.

The vigilance in his beautiful eyes grew stronger, like a deep, dark pool, yet also exuding a chilling aura, as if he could see through all the conspiracies in the world.

Like a beast that has sensed danger, its fur stood on end as it stared intently at its surroundings, not missing a single, minute movement.

Every pore is vigilantly sensing changes in its surroundings, ready to respond to any potential crisis.

Just as everyone was immersed in heartbreak, their hearts were ashen, and they were prepared to die, and Heaven gradually relaxed its vigilance, thinking that the overall situation was settled.

A voice, like a thunderclap, suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.

The voice carried an untamed and unrestrained wildness, as if it disregarded everything in the world.

She exudes an innate pride and confidence, as if she were the master of this world.

She was filled with boundless rage, as if she had accumulated resentment for thousands of years, and wanted to burn the heavens and earth to ashes, making all things in the world perish with her anger.

"You scoundrel! You're so wary of me, with so many restrictions placed at the exit—do you really think I can't break through them?"

"Ridiculous! You think your pathetic tricks are worthy of being shown to me?"