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

As he pondered these thoughts, the Heavenly Dao gradually calmed the turmoil surging within him.

He slowly concealed the fleeting moment of dishevelment, a cold smile full of utter disdain and deep contempt curling at the corner of his lips.

Like frost in the dead of winter, it is cold and biting.

He raised his head slightly, the veins on his neck bulging slightly with arrogance, speaking in an unquestionable, superior tone.

The voice boomed like a bell: "Heaven's way never needs the help of others. Emotions are the most useless thing in the world, and only mortals like you would regard them as treasures."

The Heavenly Dao paused slightly, a chilling glint flashing in its abyss-like eyes.

Like two sharp ice blades, they scrutinized Qin Qianluo from head to toe, as if trying to see right through her.

His voice then grew deeper, yet it was filled with a chilling and intimidating power.

He continued, "Even if you have accumulated merits, the sins you have committed are still vivid in my mind."

The voice of Heaven seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura and endless gloom: "If you dare to commit the act of slaying Heaven, you will surely suffer the torturous punishment that gnaws at your very bones—"

The Heavenly Dao's tone grew increasingly cold, like unyielding ice that had never melted.

It was a chilling statement that conveyed despair: "Though I may be injured, my divine body will remain indestructible; but you will be annihilated and never reincarnated."

Upon hearing Tiandao's deliberately mysterious words, Xin Zimo immediately straightened up slightly from the luxurious chaise lounge, letting out a clear, cold sneer.

The laughter was laced with undisguised mockery, as if looking at a ridiculous clown, or as if scorning the other's ignorance and arrogance.

She sneered inwardly: This little world's way of heaven is truly like a frog in a well, daring to spout these clichés in front of her?

Back then, when she returned from her tribulation, she dared to confront the Heavenly Dao, who truly held sway over the universe and overlooked the Three Realms, to settle old scores.

With just a few words, he managed to extract many hidden secrets from that cunning old fox.

This guy, with his shallow cultivation, insists on putting on airs and daring to act pretentious and try to fool her.

Do they really think Xin Zimo is a pushover?

A hint of impatience flashed in those phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners, and spiritual energy surged around him, carrying the unique pressure of a true god.

The air around them seemed to freeze slightly, as if a devastating storm was about to erupt at any moment.

Qin Qianluo caught a glimpse of Xin Zimo's subtle yet turbulent movements out of the corner of her eye, and knew that this violent nine-tailed fox spirit could no longer restrain herself.

She slowly turned her head to look at the figure lounging lazily on the chaise lounge, a faint and gentle smile curving her lips, her eyes filled with a warm and comforting gaze.

It was as if it was saying silently, "Don't be impatient, just watch me."

She knew Xin Ziming's personality all too well—seemingly carefree and unrestrained, but actually fiercely protective of her own. Her reaction at this moment clearly indicated that she wanted to personally intervene and tear this Heavenly Dao to shreds.

But then she thought again, if the "bone-corroding punishment" that Heaven spoke of was not an exaggeration, then she absolutely could not let Xin Zimo get involved.

This was tantamount to pushing her into an abyss of no return. How could she let her best friend take such a risk for her?

Even if Heaven's words were merely alarmist and meant to intimidate, Xin Zimo had already exhausted all her efforts for her these past few days, protecting her all the way from the mortal realm to the Heavenly Court. This affection weighed more than a thousand pounds.

She had personally severed the karmic ties of fate; this was her own tribulation, and she should bear it herself. There was no reason for her to drag her dear friend down with her.

Xin Ziming's heart stirred slightly when Qin Qianluo looked at her, and the fierce look in her eyes softened a little.

Then she rolled her eyes wide, with a hint of reproach and helplessness, as if to say, "You're just too scheming."

She waved her hand impatiently, as if shooing away something annoying, but in reality, she was conveying the message, "Fine, let's see how you handle it. If you can't, then I'll step in."

The surging spiritual energy around him subsided, and he returned to his nonchalant and lazy demeanor.

However, deep in his eyes, a trace of vigilance and wariness remained, and he was still secretly watching the Heavenly Dao's every move, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Qin Qianluo then withdrew her gaze and returned it to Tiandao's face, which was filled with arrogance and disdain. Her expression was calm and undisturbed.

It was as if he were simply stating an ordinary matter, yet his words carried an unyielding and righteous air that left no room for argument.

"You say I have committed many sins? I know nothing of that. In this life, though I have fought on the battlefield, I have never waged war against unrighteous forces."

Every time, there was a just cause; every time, it was for the sake of the common people. Where does this so-called "murder" even come from?

Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like the resounding clang of metal, echoing endlessly in this chaotic space.

Every word carries a sense of righteous indignation and a sincere dedication to the country and its people.

The arrogant expression of the Heavenly Dao was slightly stunned, as if it was also intimidated by this awe-inspiring righteousness, and for a moment it did not know how to refute it.

Seeing that Xin Zimo finally suppressed her urge to take action, Tiandao's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, eased a little, but he was still as taut as a fully drawn bowstring, not daring to relax even slightly.

He deliberately put aside Xin Ziming's seemingly nonexistent yet overwhelming divine pressure.

He suppressed the trembling in his heart that almost burst out of his chest and fixed his gaze on Qin Qianluo.

It was as if it wanted to rebuild its already crumbling dignity with this stubborn gaze.

"Hmph," Tiandao's voice was tinged with a barely perceptible tension, yet it was deliberately raised a few notches.

It's as if they're using this bluster to mask their inner fear and panic.

"The blood of the Japanese people, is it not a sin? The lives of the people of Xuanyuan, is it not a sin? And what about the countless lives of the people of those small, remote countries, are they not sins committed by you?"

He paused, his chest rising and falling slightly with his rapid breathing, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes, a light like a poisoned icicle.

His tone suddenly turned sharp, as if he were about to unleash all the pent-up resentment and bitterness he had been holding back, turning them into a sharp blade: "What, has your memory become so bad?"

With each word he spoke, a distorted fluctuation of spiritual energy emanated from Tiandao's body, like a spider web torn apart by a gale, chaotic and fragile.

His body swayed slightly, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

He clearly intended to use these deliberately piled-up words to evoke the guilt in Qin Qianluo's heart and try to break down her defenses mentally.

Little did they know that the deliberate and urgent tone of their voice had already revealed their inner panic.

This only made him appear even more fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, like a caged beast that could only roar in vain.

Qin Qianluo quietly gazed at the Heavenly Dao in its current state, feeling an indescribable boredom creeping into her heart like a wisp of smoke.

He clearly forgot his past actions of manipulating events and overthrowing all spirits, yet he insisted on dwelling on her conquests.

It's as if only in this way can they demonstrate their "justice".

If her conquests and expansions can be considered acts of killing, then Heaven's past actions of arbitrarily manipulating fate and treating all living beings as pawns are even more egregious.

Isn't this the ultimate form of killing, a grave sin that can crush the karma of the three realms?

She was too lazy to waste her breath—arguing with someone whose thinking was already distorted and who only knew double standards was a waste of time and a complete futile effort.

Putting aside everything else, let's just talk about every inch of Zhaoning Kingdom's territory today.

In her past life memories, every inch of land was soaked with the blood of her ancestors and buried with their loyal bones who defended their homeland.

She was simply following the obsession in her bloodline to reclaim the territories that had been invaded and divided in this world.

It's simply to let the burial place that our ancestors longed for be restored to its wholeness in another world.

As for Japan, those wolves and jackals have always taken pleasure in plundering and prided themselves on trampling on other countries.

It is likely that anyone with Chinese blood and a heart for their country would not hesitate to end this turmoil if given the chance.

Unless one is a traitor who betrays his country for personal gain, who would choose to stand idly by when he has the ability to destroy Japan? Allowing it to continue to wreak havoc on all sides is the real sin.

Furthermore, expanding territory has never been a shameful thing.

When you have the ability, expand your territory to leave a more solid foundation for future generations.

Even if future generations become complacent and slack off due to a period of peace, they will always have the confidence and basis to fight again if a change occurs in the future.

If they want to reclaim the lost territory at that time, they will have sufficient grounds and legal justification.

To avoid the situation that occurred with the retired emperor, who had to send countless envoys across the ocean to negotiate in order to find a legitimate pretext for sending troops, exhausting all his efforts.

Even she herself had acted out scenes of "disappearing in other countries" and hiding in a space to temporarily avoid trouble, just to make the reason for sending troops more impeccable.

Fortunately, all that they did, whether this "legitimate" status was artificially facilitated or a natural consequence of fate, was ultimately justified.

Ultimately, it stands the test of time, and it has a clear conscience and is worthy of the people.

Qin Qianluo slowly stood up, raised her hand and gently patted off non-existent dust from her robes, her movements calm and firm.

It was as if what was being swept away was not dust, but all the past troubles and entanglements.

She lowered her eyes again, looking down at the vibrant Zhaoning Kingdom below—its cities and towns were well-ordered, its fields crisscrossed, and wisps of smoke rose from its chimneys.

The people's faces were filled with peaceful smiles, and children chased and played in the streets and alleys, a scene of national prosperity and peace.

This could be considered a great success, right? She devoted her entire life to protecting this land from the ravages of war.

To ensure that true equality and justice take root and flourish, so that the people no longer have to suffer from oppressive policies and cruel treatment.

In the future, those sordid and despicable acts of bullying the weak will likely be difficult to repeat in history.

Everything unfolded slowly and methodically in the direction she had envisioned, without ever deviating from it.

In this life, from the initial bewilderment upon arriving in this strange world to the composure of wielding power, she has given so much and gained so much. In the end, her journey was not in vain.

The faint smile that spread across her lips held a sense of relief after weathering the storm, as well as a profound sense of groundedness and contentment.

Pretty good.