The world we live in now also has its own laws, and are these supernatural events all the work of those laws?

Qin Qianluo's expression was as if shrouded in gloom, so heavy it seemed to drip with water, as if she were bearing the sorrow of eternity and the weight of a thousand pounds.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze steady yet filled with endless worry, as if she were looking through layers of mist into an unknown abyss.

She nodded slightly, a simple gesture that seemed to have used all her strength. Each nod seemed to be a solemn declaration to fate.

Then, she took a deep breath, her breath trembling slightly, and spoke in a low but clear and powerful voice.

"Not only that, if it is really as I think, then the Heavenly Dao of this world is very likely the Heavenly Dao that I fought against in my first life."

Upon hearing this, everyone seemed to be frozen in place as if by a mysterious curse from ancient times, and the entire space instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant, becoming as heavy and oppressive as lead, making one feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

It felt as if a huge boulder had fallen from the sky and crushed everyone's heart, the heaviness almost crushing their souls.

If what Qin Qianluo said is true, then those chilling, nightmarish events that happened before must have been true.

It seems that, under this terrifying assumption, each piece of the puzzle, scattered in the darkness, can find its place.

By piecing together a seemingly complete yet incredibly terrifying scene, everything becomes perfectly logical.

Feng Qingyun's face instantly turned as pale as ice and snow in the dead of winter, as if covered with a layer of icy frost, making people afraid to look at her.

If what Qin Qianluo said is true, it undoubtedly means the Heavenly Dao, which is high above and revered by all living beings as sacred and inviolable.

It is not as just, selfless, and all-encompassing as people have always believed, treating everyone equally.

Instead, it harbors a hidden, chilling selfish motive, and this extremely terrifying selfish motive is actually aimed directly at Qin Qianluo.

Thinking of this, a bone-chilling cold, like a surging undercurrent, suddenly rose from the soles of her feet.

Like a cold electric current instantly coursing through her body, it sent shivers down her spine, raising goosebumps on every inch of her skin.

She couldn't help but shiver, her body trembling uncontrollably as if she were in an ice cellar.

The worries in my heart surged like a raging, overwhelming tide, one wave after another.

An intense, almost frantic unease gripped her heart like an invisible, powerful hand, causing her excruciating pain that nearly suffocated her.

If that's really the case, wouldn't Luo Bao be in an extremely dangerous situation right now, like standing on the edge of a bottomless cliff?

One wrong step and you will fall into an abyss of no return, and be shattered to pieces.

Moreover… a thought suddenly flashed through Feng Qingyun’s mind, piercing her soul like a sharp blade, instantly igniting the long-suppressed anger within her.

The anger in his eyes suddenly intensified, like a raging fire, as if it wanted to burn away all the darkness and evil around him.

The anger and determination in his eyes were chilling.

For a moment, the entire space was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped flowing, so tranquil that one could even clearly hear the rapid and frantic heartbeats of everyone, like the beat of a drum.

This quiet was not peaceful and serene, but rather enveloped by a heavy, despairing, and oppressive atmosphere that was almost suffocating.

It was as if an invisible and incredibly heavy mountain was pressing down on everyone, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. In this dark silence, they could only feel the fear and unease spreading wildly in their hearts.

Finally, it was Qin Qianlu who mustered her strength and broke the oppressive silence that was almost despairing.

She forced a smile, but it looked so strained and bitter, as if it carried endless helplessness and heartache.

Like a faint candle flickering in the darkness, it could be extinguished by a strong wind at any moment.

She gently comforted everyone, her voice like a soft breeze trying to dispel the tension and fear that filled the air.

Yet he seemed so powerless: "Don't worry, this is just my guess, maybe I'm wrong."

Let's deal with Prince Xiao's matter first, then we can consider this matter. Perhaps it's just a coincidence.

Her words, though attempting to convey a glimmer of hope, sounded so flimsy in the heavy atmosphere, as if they could be swallowed up by the cruel reality at any moment.