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

Once upon a time, Jin Yun was graceful, full of vitality and vigor, as beautiful and charming as a flower blooming in spring.

Now she is so thin that she looks like a skeleton, as if a gentle breeze could blow her frail body over.

Seeing Su Jinyun's haggard and frail appearance, Qin Qianluo felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

The tighter I gripped, the more painful it became, making it almost impossible to breathe.

How she wished she could return to Su Jinyun's side, shelter her from the wind and rain, and give her warmth and comfort.

But now, all we can do is watch her suffer this pain silently in this illusory way.

When the Emperor and his ministers saw Su Jinyun's unusual and incomprehensible behavior, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of unease.

It felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

They all turned their heads in the direction of Su Jinyun's gaze, their eyes filled with a mixture of expectation and worry, hoping to see something and resolve their doubts.

However, all they could see was emptiness.

Only a gentle breeze blows by, rustling the leaves around, as if telling a story of endless sorrow.

A hint of disappointment flashed in everyone's eyes, and the glimmer of hope that had been ignited was instantly extinguished.

But seeing Su Jinyun's distraught and seemingly soulless appearance, everyone secretly wondered and speculated about various possibilities.

They all tacitly remained silent, and no one dared to utter a sound to disturb them.

In this silence, only a gentle breeze could be heard, carrying with it the heavy breathing of the crowd.

And the endless sorrow suppressed in my heart, as if the whole world was immersed in this atmosphere of grief, unable to extricate itself.

Since the day Xin Zimo gracefully appeared in the mortal world with an absolutely stunning appearance.

The mortal world is like a newly painted scroll, gradually shedding its previous gloom and once again revealing its former tranquility and peace.

On the streets, the lively atmosphere has returned, with vendors' cries weaving together a vibrant symphony of life.

Pedestrians come and go with a calm expression, and children laugh and play in the streets, their innocent laughter seemingly able to dispel all the sorrows of the world.

The entire mortal realm was teeming with life, as if the previous upheavals had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.

However, in the heavenly realm, which mortals cannot fathom, a different scene unfolds—an earth-shattering battle rages like a raging torrent.

It is unfolding with overwhelming force, showing no signs of stopping, as if it is about to completely overturn the order of the world.

Qin Qianluo's soul underwent countless trials and struggles in the chaotic abyss of darkness, like a star drifting alone in the vast universe, and finally gradually solidified.

When she slowly opened her tightly closed eyes as if the dawn light were dispelling the darkness, a breathtaking and suffocating scene of fierce battle was instantly revealed to her.

Xin Ziming was like a burning flame, or a lively and fiery light and shadow, with her spiritual power surging out like a vast ocean.

Every wisp of spiritual energy shimmered with a dazzling, captivating light, as if the most brilliant stars in the universe had gathered here.

She waged a fierce and earth-shattering battle against the Heavenly Dao, a scene resembling an ancient war between gods and demons, shaking every corner of the world.

The Heavenly Dao, originally a massive and majestic figure, resembled a towering mountain.

Under Xin Ziming's fierce and relentless attacks, he was forced to retreat repeatedly, looking utterly disheveled.

The two clashed back and forth, their movements as swift as lightning, each collision accompanied by a deafening, earth-shattering roar.

It was as if the entire world was trembling and groaning in pain under the impact of this earth-shattering power.

It seemed that it could collapse and disintegrate at any moment in the clash of these endless forces, plunging into an abyss of no return.

The moment Qin Qianluo awoke, it seemed as if a mysterious and invisible force was spreading throughout the world.

Xin Ziming seemed to sense a call from the depths of her soul and keenly perceived this subtle change.

The overwhelming and awe-inspiring aura of menace surrounding her dissipated gradually, like the receding tide, in a rapid yet gentle manner.

The face that was originally full of murderous intent, like a demon incarnate, gradually softened.

The sharp glint in his eyes softened slightly, replaced by a barely perceptible sense of relief and reassurance.

In stark contrast, the Heavenly Dao was in an increasingly dire situation, with its decline and defeat becoming increasingly evident.

The former lofty, domineering, and arrogant majesty has vanished, as if swept away by a raging wind.

All that remained was a look of utter disarray and resentment, like a wounded, trapped beast struggling futilely in its desperate situation.

When Qin Qianluo saw Xin Zimo arrive, it was like a beacon of hope was lit in the darkness, instantly calming her previously anxious heart.

She knew in her heart that the most important thing at this moment was to restore her own strength.

Only in this way can we secure a place in this struggle concerning the fate of heaven and earth, and better cope with the various complex situations that may arise next.

So she slowly closed her eyes, shutting out all the noise and distractions of the outside world, and immersed herself wholeheartedly in the mysterious process of self-repair.

She silently circulated the spiritual energy within her body, guiding that mysterious and powerful force to flow slowly through her soul.

Like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, it moistens every inch of the damaged soul, attempting to make it stronger and more resilient in order to meet the upcoming final showdown.

Looking back on the terrifying moment, it was incredibly fortunate.

As a divine beast, Feng Qingyun was born with mysterious, powerful, and unique strength, like a darling of heaven and earth, bearing the mission and glory bestowed upon her by the universe.

When the Heavenly Dao unleashed that fatal blow, enough to destroy everything and make all things in the world tremble, Qin Qianluo felt an unprecedented crisis and despair.

However, with her indomitable will and dedication to her mission, she gave it her all.

He forcibly separated from Feng Qingyun with a resolute, courageous, and fearless attitude.

In that instant, it was as if an invisible force from the depths of the universe tore them apart.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed Qin Qianluo like a surging tide, the heart-wrenching pain almost shattering her soul.

Therefore, to outsiders, Feng Qingyun seemed to have vanished from the world along with Qin Qianluo, turning into wisps of ethereal smoke and disappearing into the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

However, in reality, Feng Qingyun cleverly opened a passage to the mysterious and hidden divine beast space by using the unique mysterious characteristics of divine beasts.

It successfully returned to that paradise-like place, preserving its powerful strength, waiting for the moment to return to the world and fight alongside its master once again.

At this moment, the Sword Sect members, who had been closely cooperating with Xin Zimo around the Heavenly Dao and fiercely fighting against it, were pleasantly surprised to find that their sect leader had awakened.

A flash of surprise and relief crossed their eyes, like fireworks suddenly bursting in the darkness, illuminating their previously worried faces.

A wave of emotion welled up in our hearts, as if we had finally seen the dawn after a long and terrible nightmare.

Yes, this time is completely different from the past. Fortunately, the sect leader's soul still stubbornly remains in the world.

This is undoubtedly their greatest comfort in this arduous battle, and a powerful motivation for them to continue fighting.

Yao Guang, this young and resilient disciple, has just experienced a crisis that almost completely swallowed her up, as if she were struggling alone in a dark abyss, nearly losing herself.

Her eyes, which were originally as clear as lake water, turned red with extreme anger and struggle, as if burning with two flames, revealing the pain and torment in her heart.

Her mind was teetering on the brink of collapse, and she nearly fell into an irreversible abyss of demonic possession.

Just when she was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, Qin Qianluo's awakening was like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness.

It was like a pair of warm and strong hands that pulled her back from the edge of the cliff.

Her reddened eyes gradually regained their former clarity and brightness as Qin Qianluo woke up.

That bright light seemed to dispel all the darkness in the world, restoring peace and tranquility.

Xin Ziming, the Sword Sect members, and Long Nanzhi seemed to receive a mysterious telepathic connection at the same moment, reaching a tacit understanding that required no words.

They exchanged a glance, a look of unwavering determination and trust, a resolute commitment to leave the opportunity to deliver the fatal blow to Heaven to Qin Qianluo.

That gaze was like a silent vow, filling the air with a solemn and sacred aura.

Heaven's will is so keen that it instantly discerned everyone's intentions.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation surged within Him, burning like a raging fire, and hatred spread like a poisonous vine, almost completely consuming His reason.

His once majestic gaze now became ferocious and twisted, filled with madness and despair.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Qin Qianluo's solidified soul, as if he wanted to shatter it instantly with his gaze to vent his hatred.

However, He found himself helplessly bound by the crowd, as if trapped in an invisible yet resilient net, unable to break free.

Despite possessing immense and terrifying power, He was like a trapped beast under the combined attack of the crowd.

Even with extraordinary abilities, it would be difficult to use them. As the saying goes, two fists cannot fight four hands. At this moment, the Heavenly Dao has fallen into a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness.

It seems that only the judgment of fate and endless darkness await Him.

In this chaotic space where time seems to stand still, every minute and every second is infinitely extended, as if the clock of the universe has slowed down its pace at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Qianluo finally slowly opened her eyes again.