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

His gaze was like an ancient, unyielding pool, deep and cold, like a sharp blade suddenly breaking through the ice in the cold night.

Carrying a chilling, bone-deep coldness, it shot straight towards the already disheveled Heavenly Dao.

A slight smile curved her lips, spreading from the corners of her mouth. That smile carried a sense of determination, disdain, and boundless confidence.

It was as if it were announcing the impending judgment to the heavens.

Suddenly, her figure flashed, like a black lightning bolt piercing the dark night, and she flew forward with overwhelming force.

Its speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to catch its afterimage.

Almost at the same instant, accompanied by a mysterious and gentle, dreamlike light, Feng Qingyun gracefully emerged from the Divine Beast Space.

Like a dazzling stream of light, carrying a unique and powerful aura of a divine beast, it closely followed behind Qin Qianluo.

It also sped off like an arrow towards the direction of the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, Feng Qingyun exuded a majestic and mysterious aura, having fully recovered all her memories.

Looking back on the past, the mysterious stone that Yu Ying obtained by chance only preserved a part of her memories.

Those memories are like an ancient scroll sealed by time, only a small corner of which has been unfolded. The picture is blurry and fragmented, leaving her constantly wandering in a fog of confusion and bewilderment.

But the moment Qin Qianluo regained her strength, it was as if a magical key unlocked the shackles that imprisoned her memories.

A powerful and mysterious force surged into her consciousness, as if she had parted the clouds and finally seen the long-lost blue sky, allowing her to regain all her memories.

Those forgotten memories surged into her mind like a tidal wave, every detail crystal clear, leaving her with a myriad of emotions.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyun was so angry that every hair on her body stood on end, her teeth were grinding, and she couldn't help but secretly glare at Xin Ziming.

Her once bright eyes were now filled with resentment and anger, and she thought to herself: Humph, it's all that cunning and treacherous fox's fault!

She must have meticulously planned all these conspiracies behind the scenes, which is why I've been deceived for so long and have been groping in the dark!

As expected, the fox clan is full of cunning and wicked schemes, and is extremely treacherous and cunning.

It's outrageous and despicable that they would dare to treat even a noble and dignified divine beast so carelessly!

Xin Ziming naturally noticed Feng Qingyun's resentful look.

She merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes, and didn't take it to heart.

So what if it's a divine beast? In her eyes, let alone a divine beast like Feng Qingyun, who is not yet an adult and whose power has not been fully awakened, and is as tender as a fledgling bird.

Even those ancient, mature beasts that have endured countless years and whose power is enough to overturn rivers and seas stood before her.

They had to treat her with utmost respect and courtesy, and dared not show her the slightest negligence.

The only reason she was willing to tolerate Feng Qingyun's occasional tantrums was because she was Qin Qianluo's favorite.

Otherwise, this little guy wouldn't be enough for her to teach him a lesson with just a flick of her sleeve.

As the only nine-tailed celestial fox in the Nine Heavens, and the youngest legendary being to step into the realm of true god, Xin Zimo would never take this still-growing divine beast seriously.

At this moment, watching Qin Qianluo fly like lightning, she arrived before the Heavenly Dao in the blink of an eye, like a black phantom.

Xin Zimo calmly withdrew the overwhelming aura that was as powerful as a surging sea.

In an instant, the overwhelming sense of oppression that had permeated the surroundings and made it hard to breathe receded like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, she casually raised her hand, and a dazzling, multicolored light flashed by.

An extremely luxurious and exquisitely carved chaise lounge appeared out of thin air.

The chaise lounge radiated a soft glow, and its back was carved with exquisite patterns, as if each line told an ancient story.

She leaned back lazily in the chair, one hand elegantly supporting her cheek, seemingly watching the show with a hint of amusement on her lips.

However, if a discerning observer looks closely, they will notice a subtle wariness in her eyes, like a cheetah waiting for its prey to make a mistake.

Every nerve in her body was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, secretly accumulating spiritual power. Every bit of spiritual power surged and flowed within her body like a rushing river.

As long as Heaven shows any sign of sudden rebellion, she can immediately become an indestructible golden barrier.

He leaped out with lightning speed, firmly protecting Qin Qianluo and ensuring she suffered no harm whatsoever.

This has built an unbreakable safety barrier for Qin Qianluo.

Tiandao stared in shock and anger at Qin Qianluo, who seemed like a black lightning bolt carrying endless killing intent, shooting towards him with unstoppable momentum.

At that moment, the humiliation in His heart erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

The scorching and furious magma, with its world-destroying power, almost completely burned away His remaining sanity.

However, as the Heavenly Dao, its lofty and supreme status since time immemorial has long been like an indestructible armor, firmly attached to its soul.

Even though he was in such a sorry state, he still couldn't let go.

His hand, as if weighed down by an invisible burden, slowly and stiffly rose.

Every movement of the joints seemed to carry endless resentment and struggle.

He gently brushed his lips with his sleeve, the shocking bloodstain resembling a bewitching flower blooming on his pale face, a vivid symbol of his shattered dignity at that moment.

The wiping motion, seemingly calm, subtly reveals His deliberate maintenance of aloofness and coldness.

It was as if He was declaring to the world that even in dire straits, He was still the supreme Heavenly Dao.

Then, He spoke coldly, His voice like a chilling wind howling from the endless dark abyss of the Nine Netherworlds.

It carried a chilling aura that could freeze everything in the world, as if it wanted to solidify the surrounding space into an eternal deathly silence.

"You have won again. Such good fortune, with so many allies protecting you. But in the end, you dare not let me truly be annihilated—I am the Way of Heaven, do you dare to slay the Heaven?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light flashing in them was like two eerie and sinister will-o'-the-wisps, emanating a chilling aura in the darkness.

"If it weren't for the help of others, you alone would be nothing more than an ant in my eyes. Although you won the battle today, you have actually been utterly defeated."

Qin Qianlu remained calm, her eyes gazing serenely at the Heavenly Dao, which still maintained its aloof and superior demeanor.

Her eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a still pool, unmoved by the provocative words of Heaven.

On the contrary, a faint sense of pity, like wisps of smoke, quietly rose in her heart.

She pondered to herself what kind of opportunity allowed Heaven to ascend to the supreme position of ruling the world.

Why are they so stubborn and oblivious to the already clear situation before them?

Although she did not harbor any deep-seated hatred for the Heavenly Dao, to let it go so easily would be tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains.

She is insightful and exceptionally intelligent; how could she repeat the same mistake and allow herself to fall into a tragic, short-lived state again in the next reincarnation, at the mercy of fate's capriciousness?

Qin Qianluo moved gracefully and calmly, slowly sitting down on the ground.

It felt as if one were not on a tense battlefield fiercely confronting the Heavenly Dao, but in a tranquil and peaceful paradise far from the hustle and bustle of the world.

She stood upright, like an ancient pine tree, her gaze fixed on the heavens, her eyes clear and resolute.

That focused gaze seemed to pierce through the disheveled appearance of the Heavenly Dao, reaching the deepest part of its soul.

Her voice was calm yet contained an undeniable dignified power, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, gentle yet firm and strong.

He said slowly and deliberately, "What makes you so sure that I wouldn't dare to kill the heavens? This isn't the first time I've hurt you. Before, it was because I was powerless, but now it's a completely different story."

At this point, Qin Qianluo paused slightly, her gaze like a sharp dagger, fixed intently on the Heavenly Dao.

That gaze seemed to be able to dissect every secret thought in his heart.

She then continued speaking, her tone carrying a subtle hint of sarcasm.

Like a cold wind in the dead of winter, it seeped into my bones: "Besides, has no one told you that your words are truly detestable?"

I have close friends to aid me, yet you are all alone. Shouldn't you reflect on your actions? In terms of upholding the Way of Heaven, haven't you failed miserably? Otherwise, why wouldn't even half a fellow human being come to your aid?

Every word Qin Qianluo spoke was like a heavy hammer, carrying immense power, fiercely striking the lofty and seemingly indestructible dignity of the Heavenly Dao.

In this silent yet subtly turbulent space, a breathtaking and lingering sound echoed.

The Heavenly Dao looked down at Qin Qianluo, who sat cross-legged and calmly in front of it, with an air of superiority and arrogance.

In His eyes, Qin Qianluo's actions at this moment were nothing more than feigning composure.

This unwavering conviction is like a fortress built from millennia-old ice, impregnable.

He was confident that he knew Qin Qianluo inside and out and believed that Qin Qianluo would never dare to kill him.

As for Xin Zimo, that unique nine-tailed fairy fox in the heavens, she entered the realm of true god at a young age with her astonishing talent.

She is like a mysterious and unpredictable mist; her character and strength are both difficult for even the Heavenly Dao to fathom.

Her temperament was like a summer storm, unpredictable and moody, and she acted entirely on a whim, almost absurdly capricious.

In the immortal realm, rumors about her indiscriminately killing innocent people are commonplace. Every move she makes is unpredictable and impossible to guard against.