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

As he watched Qin Qianluo slowly rise, a sudden, ominous premonition surged through Tiandao's heart, instantly overwhelming his remaining composure.

He clearly sensed that his spiritual power was completely exhausted and his meridians were broken. He had little strength left to even raise his hand, let alone fight back. He was like a fish on a chopping board.

Xin Ziming, who was leaning casually on the chaise lounge, had a fierce and menacing look hidden deep in her phoenix eyes, like a lurking tiger.

The slightest movement will transform into the most lethal attack.

Before his demotion, with his power to control the order of heaven and earth, overturning this world and crushing the two people before him would have been a simple matter of snapping his fingers.

But now, even self-preservation has become a luxury, and He can only feel the shadow of death closing in on Him in despair.

Qin Qianlu felt only a fleeting sense of emotion – after being entangled with the Heavenly Dao for several years, from initially being passively dealt with to now actively seeking a resolution, it had all come to this.

Without further hesitation, she raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the Crimson Phoenix Sword. The sword seemed to awaken with a buzzing sound, and the blazing flames rising around it made her eyes appear even calmer.

The immense spiritual energy, like a surging river, flowed continuously down his arm into the sword, converging at the tip into a condensed, almost tangible beam of light.

With a world-destroying aura, it steadily pointed towards the heart of the Heavenly Dao.

She still retained a bit of a soft heart—the Heavenly Dao was now transformed into a woman, her brows and eyes carrying the usual arrogance, yet she was still quite beautiful.

It would be too cruel to disfigure a woman's face with a single sword strike. It's always better for a woman's appearance to remain intact.

The Heavenly Dao was stunned by the spiritual power contained in the sword, and retreated repeatedly, staggering and crashing into the void barrier behind it with a dull thud.

With nowhere left to retreat, He watched helplessly as the longsword, burning with raging flames, drew ever closer to Him.

The flickering flames on the sword magnified in his pupils, burning away the last vestige of hope.

His eyes instantly filled with disbelief and shock, as if only now did he truly believe that Qin Qianluo, whom he had always regarded as an ant, actually dared to wield the Blade of Heaven-Slaying!

But even with his last ounce of strength, he couldn't move a fingertip, and could only watch helplessly as the Crimson Phoenix, like a streak of crimson lightning, pierced precisely through his chest.

The moment the excruciating pain struck, He closed His eyes in resentment, perhaps not understanding where He had gone wrong until the very last moment before His consciousness faded.

With a slight twist of her wrist, Qin Qianluo drew out the Crimson Phoenix Sword. The flames on the sword gradually subsided as her spiritual energy was withdrawn.

Only a few drops of warm liquid remained, sliding down the blade and dripping into the void, where they instantly evaporated.

Looking at the Heavenly Dao again, its form was like a sand painting blown away by the wind, disintegrating inch by inch from its heart, turning into countless shimmering points of light.

Like a shattered star that hovered in the air for a moment before finally dissipating completely into the chaos, leaving not even a trace of its existence.

Xin Ziming watched all of this, lazily raised her hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, and gently pursed her lips.

Having lived for countless millennia, how could she not see Qin Qianluo's hesitation at the last moment—the sword strike could have been faster and more powerful, but it deliberately slowed down by half an inch and deviated by half an inch.

Well, it's not so bad to be a little soft-hearted. At least it proves that there is still warmth in her heart, and that she has not been worn into a cold blade by this world.

With her around, anyone who wants to bully Qin Qianluo will have to think twice and ask her, the only nine-tailed fairy fox in the heavens, if she agrees.

Just when everyone thought the protracted standoff had finally come to an end and their tense nerves were beginning to relax.

A sudden, powerful suction force emerged, like an invisible giant hand, pulling everyone present in with irresistible force.

In a dizzying moment, all that could be heard was the whistling wind. When my feet finally touched the ground and I managed to stand firmly, the surroundings were completely unfamiliar.

Qin Qianluo's eyes instantly filled with vigilance, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings like a drawn sword—the area was shrouded in mist.

The fog was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and it exuded an ancient and mysterious aura. Underfoot was a solid ground of unknown material, and in the distance, the faint sound of bells could be heard.

Feng Qingyun and Yao Guang reacted extremely quickly, almost as soon as they regained their footing, they led the Sword Sect members to quickly gather around her.

The crisp sound of longswords being drawn echoed in unison, forming an impenetrable human wall that protected her in the center, each person vigilant and ready for battle.

Only Xin Ziming remained half-reclined on that magnificent chaise lounge.

It was as if the suction force, powerful enough to tear space apart, had no effect on her; she landed steadily on a floating cloud.

She even leisurely smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on her skirt, her expression calm and composed, as if the dizziness she had just experienced was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing past her ears.

His gaze fell on Long Nanzhi, who was standing protectively in front of him—this little girl, though slender, was standing ramrod straight at the moment.

Like a green bamboo braving the wind and snow, her tightly clenched fists betrayed her nervousness, but her eyes were full of an unmistakable protectiveness.

Xin Zimo couldn't help but raise her hand and gently touch her head, her fingertips carrying a hint of warmth.

Then, she looked up into the depths of the void, her voice still languid, but with a slight upward slant at the end.

With an undeniable chill, she said, "Hey old man, you've scared my friend."

"You little fox, I haven't done anything outrageous. I just invited you all to sit down."

A majestic yet gentle voice came from the depths of the void, like an ancient bell on a mountaintop being swayed by a gentle breeze, mellow and far-reaching.

With the power to pierce through chaos, it quietly soothed Qin Qianluo's tense nerves.

There was no sense of oppression in that voice; instead, it was enveloped in a kind of inclusiveness that had endured thousands of years of vicissitudes, as if it could contain the brilliance of the galaxy turning and the rise and fall of the years.

Even the floating clouds around seemed to be soothed by the sound, gradually condensing into soft white fluff, bringing a sense of inexplicable peace to one's heart.

Qin Qianluo's fingers, which were hanging by her side, loosened slightly, and the crescent-shaped marks left when she clenched her fists earlier slowly faded away.

She keenly noticed the familiarity in Xin Ziming's raised eyebrow and knew that the owner of that voice was no enemy.

As she turned to the side, a gentle breeze stirred her robes. She raised her hand and lightly patted the arms of Yao Guang and Feng Qingyun beside her, her fingertips applying a soothing touch.

The force was not strong, but it was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating reassuring ripples that signaled to the two to calm down.

It has the ability to overturn space and instantly teleport several people to this misty place.

Apart from the Heavenly Dao that truly governs the universe above the Nine Heavens, no other god could possibly possess such skill.

Judging from his speech, he seems to be a person who understands things clearly, at least he doesn't use the awkward "you" and "I" that the Heavenly Dao of that small world used before.

The words and phrases carry a sense of peace that comes from experiencing the world, making them pleasant to listen to and subtly reducing any resistance.

Xin Ziming remained lazily leaning against the edge of the cloud couch, listlessly playing with her drooping silver hair with her fingertips, and pursed her lips without saying anything more.

She knew this old man very well. Back when she first took human form and caused trouble in Kunlun Ruins, the owner of this voice grabbed her by the back of her collar and threw her into the Jade Pool to be washed for three days and three nights.

Although they often have a bit of an old-fashioned stubbornness and like to put on airs like elders, they are not too difficult to get along with.

Moreover, Qianluo will have to overcome the next hurdle, and she will inevitably need to ask for his help to get some leniency.

She decided not to argue with an "old relic" who had lived for countless millennia, considering it a favor to Qianluo.

Although the words "Heavenly Dao Above the Nine Heavens" were spoken to Xin Zimo, his gaze remained subtly fixed on Qin Qianluo.

That gaze wasn't scrutinizing, but rather a gaze that seemed to pierce through time, carefully examining the woman who had stirred up the winds and clouds in this small world.

Although she was petite, standing in the unfamiliar place amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds, her eyes remained calm and deep, showing no sign of panic.

That calm and composed demeanor was even more serene than many gods who had lived for thousands of years and claimed to have seen through the ways of the world. He couldn't help but nod to himself, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

As the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Realm, He governs the order of the Three Realms. Deep within His sea of ​​consciousness lie secrets more vast than the Milky Way, and the time flowing through His fingertips is longer than the vast ocean.

He was well aware that the Heavenly Dao of many small worlds within the universe had long deviated from its original course—some were trapped by lust for power and regarded living beings as pawns.

Some indulge in laziness, allowing order to decay in chaos.

Some, driven by anger, use "punishment" as a pretext to commit acts of cruelty.

However, Heaven has its own ironclad laws, and each thing has its own function, just as the stars follow their own orbits. Unless things are completely out of balance and life is in turmoil, Heaven will never easily overstep its bounds and interfere.

The Heavenly Dao of that small world, which was previously erased by Qin Qianluo, had long since distorted its standards of good and evil due to selfish desires.

His secret mirror had already revealed his numerous misdeeds, and he was just waiting for an opportune moment to take action to rectify them.

Unexpectedly, a woman appeared out of nowhere, using her mortal body as a blade to sever the tangled mess of cause and effect, settling this matter for Him, which saved Him a lot of trouble.

He even knew some of Qin Qianluo's past that she herself was unaware of—those fragments buried by the dust of reincarnation.

The scars are from arrows she took in her back while protecting children on the battlefield in her past life; the glimmers of light that shimmer in the river of time are the warmth that remained in her eyes as she looked at all living beings before her death in each of her lifetimes.

After all, she was Xin Zimo's dearest friend, whom that little devil cherished and protected. How could He not pay more attention to her?

From her innocent moment when she first entered the cycle of reincarnation, clutching half a wheat cake and sharing it with a beggar, to her resolute determination when she donned armor and pointed her sword at the traitors on the battlefield.

Even now, as the Queen of Heaven stands on the clouds, with the undiminished compassion still in her eyes, He has seen it all.

Seeing Qin Qianluo now, so full of life, both sharp and warm, with the gentle touch of her hand still lingering on her fingertips as she bandaged wounded soldiers after she had shed her murderous aura.

He couldn't help but feel a genuine sense of relief, as if he were seeing a flower that had taken root in the wind and rain, finally blooming in the clouds with a form that combined strength and gentleness.