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

The army had already successfully entered the palace. Knowing that they were to deal with the spent shell casings, they quietly withdrew from the vicinity of the palace gate.

Their steps were as light as cats', their bodies pressed against the walls, slowly disappearing into a corner of the palace.

At this moment, the buildings inside the palace seemed to tremble as the army marched on, and the mythical beast sculptures on the eaves seemed to be watching all of this in fear.

Their eyes seemed to gleam with an uneasy light, appearing particularly eerie in the sunlight.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Qin Qianluo quietly approached the people she had just hit.

Her footsteps were as light as if they were on cotton, making no sound at all. Her eyes were calm and focused, like a hunter examining its prey.

She leaned slightly forward, her knees slightly bent, as if ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was diverted by General An Yuan's army and the chaos before them, her delicate hands quickly moved around the body of the fallen person.

Her fingers deftly parted the debris, like a sprite searching for treasure in the grass. She quickly removed the spent cartridge, her fingers gripping it tightly.

Then, with a gentle flick of the wrist, the movement was as graceful and swift as a butterfly in flight.

He then stored the spent cartridge case in his spatial storage, the whole process going unnoticed by anyone, as quietly as a gentle breeze.

General An Yuan led his army with unstoppable momentum, marching straight into the most solemn and majestic Golden Palace of the Xuanyuan Imperial Palace.

He rode a tall horse, his posture as upright as a mountain, his expression as cold and stern as frost. He gripped the reins tightly, which trembled rhythmically with the horse's gallop.

His gaze was piercing, fixed straight ahead as if trying to see through the golden palace. Behind him, the footsteps of the soldiers thundered like lightning, deafeningly loud.

Their shields were raised high, gleaming metallically in the sunlight, like moving city walls.

The spears in his hands stood like a dense forest, their tips gleaming coldly, exuding boundless killing intent. Upon entering the Golden Palace, General An Yuan abruptly pulled on the reins.

The horse neighed loudly, its forelegs raised high, and then landed steadily. He dismounted with clean, swift movements, his boots slamming heavily on the floor of the Golden Palace.

At this moment, Emperor Xuanyuan had lost his former glory. His hair was disheveled and fell over his shoulders, with a few strands obscuring his gloomy eyes.

His clothes were disheveled, his collar open, revealing his pale neck. The awe-inspiring imperial majesty of the past had vanished without a trace.

Like an old man in his twilight years, he slumped on the dragon throne that symbolized supreme power, his body hunched over, as if all his energy had been drained away.

His hands rested limply on the armrests of the dragon throne, his fingers trembling slightly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, a backlash from the death of the nemesis. He recalled the moment when Youming lost his life.

He had already suffered a devastating backlash once, and now with the deaths of four more of his capable men, the backlash was becoming even more intense, like a raging torrent, causing him unbearable pain.

Inside the Golden Palace, the candlelight flickered in the wind, casting dappled shadows on the walls like restless ghosts dancing. The flickering candlelight illuminated Emperor Xuanyuan's pale face, making him appear even more haggard.

As he watched the Tianxuan army march into the Golden Palace in perfect unison, a flicker of struggle flashed in his previously dull eyes.

He tried to support his swaying body, gripping the armrests of the dragon throne tightly with both hands, his fingers bulging with veins from the effort.

His body trembled slightly, as if bearing a tremendous weight, trying to straighten his spine and preserve the last shred of imperial dignity.

Unfortunately, the continuous backlash left him powerless, and every attempt was accompanied by excruciating pain.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and the muscles in his face were contorted with pain.

He slowly raised his trembling hand, weakly wiping away the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, his arm feeling as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

His eyes, empty and sorrowful, gazed at General An Yuan, who was engaged in a fierce battle inside the Golden Palace, filled with despair and resentment.

A wave of endless sorrow washed over me, as if I were standing in a frozen wasteland, the cold biting to my bones.

Perhaps, it was a huge mistake to have feelings for Qin Qianluo from the very beginning. If everything could be done over again, would the ending be different?

He slowly raised his gaze and looked at the three experts in front of him who were still fighting desperately. His heart was immediately filled with regret.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

He secretly thought to himself that he should have fed that precious Gu worm to the number one ranked expert. If she were here now, with her abilities, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope for the situation, and things wouldn't have ended up in this state.

A hint of frantic longing flickered in his eyes, and his hands unconsciously clawed at the armrests of the dragon throne, as if trying to grasp at that faint glimmer of hope.

In just a moment, he suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, the bright red blood splashing into a dazzling flower on the floor of the Golden Palace.

His body trembled violently, as if his soul had been ripped away. At the same time, the remaining three experts also fell one after another under General Tianxuan's fierce attack, lifeless.

Their bodies, like broken dolls, crashed heavily to the ground with dull thuds. General An Yuan, sword in hand, approached Emperor Xuanyuan with resolute strides.

His every step carried a powerful aura, making the surrounding air seem to freeze. His eyes were as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light in the candlelight.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Emperor Xuanyuan, like the scythe of death, while a furious roar erupted from his mouth: "You dog emperor, things have come to this, why don't you obediently surrender!"

Emperor Xuanyuan slowly raised his eyes, which were filled with weariness and despair, and stared at General An Yuan before him. His eyes were filled with complex emotions: anger, resentment, and despair.

Suddenly, a low laugh came from his throat, which was initially quite faint, like muffled thunder rolling in the distance.

But as time went on, his cries grew louder and louder, gradually turning into a frenzy.

His body began to tremble with laughter, his hands waving in the air as if trying to grasp something ethereal.

After a long while, the maniacal laughter stopped abruptly, like a snapped string on a musical instrument. His eyes instantly turned dark and gloomy, like a bottomless black hole.

He asked coldly, "Since your Tianxuan army has already stormed into my Golden Palace, why is Qin Qianluo nowhere to be seen? Didn't she come with the army?"

At this moment, he had only one obsession: to see Qin Qianluo before he died, the woman who had changed his fate so drastically.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, his sinister eyes fixed on General An Yuan and the others, as if trying to see right through them.

But in his mind, a crazy idea was spreading and growing wildly.

His body leaned forward, as if trying to stand up from the dragon throne, but he slumped back down helplessly, the light in his eyes growing increasingly frenzied.

General An Yuan's face was as cold as frost, as if he had not heard the dog emperor's clamor. His killing intent was already tangible. He resolutely drew his sword, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura of killing intent.

He stepped forward, intending to pierce the emperor's throat with his sharp sword. Just at that critical moment, Qin Qianluo slowly walked in from outside the hall.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice like a gentle stream yet firm: "General, please wait."

Upon hearing this sound, General An Yuan seemed to be frozen in place, abruptly stopping his already departing figure.

He turned to look at Qin Qianluo, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, unable to understand why she would stop him.

But then Qin Qianluo raised her jade hand lightly, her movements elegant yet resolute, and without hesitation, she forcefully swung out the gleaming, blood-drinking, soul-devouring double-edged scimitar in her hand.

The scimitar, like a shooting star in the dark night, drew a perfect, chilling arc in the air, whistling through the wind, and shot out like lightning, striking the dog emperor's arm, which was trembling slightly with fear and rage.

Emperor Xuanyuan was still in a dream, feeling as if his arm was being burned by raging fire, and a sharp pain instantly struck. The double-edged scimitar had mercilessly cut through his arm, which was bulging with veins and resembled a writhing earthworm from clenching his fist.

In pain, he instinctively loosened his fist, and a Gu worm emanating an eerie aura fell to the ground. The Gu worm wriggled on the ground like a headless fly, its body emitting a nauseating eerie light, its appearance extremely ugly and ferocious.

Upon seeing this, Qin Qianluo's lips curled up slightly, like a ripple on a spring lake, revealing a meaningful smile.

Just as she arrived outside the Golden Palace, 001 spoke up to warn her, informing her that this dog emperor was trying to control her with the last remaining Gu, in order to achieve his insane desire to drag her down with him.

As the Gu worm fell, the general standing to the side turned serious and quickly drew an arrow, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

He drew his bow and released the string in one fluid motion. As soon as the bowstring twanged, an arrow shot out like a bolt of lightning.

It accurately struck the writhing, ugly worm crawling on the ground, pinning it to the cold earth and kicking up a cloud of dust.

General An Yuan also frowned, his figure flashing like a ghost in the night, his movements as fast as a storm, his long sword in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Carrying boundless power and majesty, it swiftly slashed across Emperor Xuanyuan's neck.

Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes widened like copper bells, his face filled with terror and resentment, as if he saw his own doomsday approaching.

He clutched his neck tightly with his other hand, trying to stop the gushing blood, but the gears of fate had already turned mercilessly, and all his efforts were in vain.

His gaze was fixed on Qin Qianluo, and he sighed inwardly, thinking that this woman was indeed stunningly beautiful, like a star fallen from the sky to earth.

She was even more beautiful than Qin Yuecheng, but unfortunately, he would never have the chance to enjoy such beauty in his life.

Blood gushed from his neck like a winding red river, staining his disheveled clothes, a symbol of the decline of imperial power.

A moment later, the Yellow Emperor finally closed his eyes with resentment, his body crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky, as if telling the story of the fall of a dynasty.