This halo appeared after Qin Qianluo fell into a coma, and everyone tried to find the possible connection between its mysterious light and Qin Qianluo's coma.

They chatted animatedly, each offering their own opinion, with various guesses and inferences swirling and colliding in the air.

However, just as they were engrossed in their heated discussion, the strange electronic voice suddenly and unexpectedly exploded in their minds like a booming bell.

The group was all shocked; their previously focused and serious expressions were instantly replaced by astonishment.

Their eyes widened in disbelief and fear as they stared intently at the halo of light, as if trying to see right through it.

Uncover the source of the sound and the shocking secret hidden behind its mysterious light.

For a moment, a suffocating, tense, and eerie atmosphere filled the entire space, as if a huge storm was about to break.

With her strong willpower and extraordinary composure, Qin Qianlu was the first to recover from this nightmarish state of shock.

She turned her eyes slightly and watched the Emperor Emeritus and others rushing over. Their anxious faces, hurried steps, and concerned eyes warmed her heart.

However, the situation was extremely critical, and every second was as precious as gold. There was simply no time to explain the complex and tangled situation to them in detail.

So she took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil and confusion churning within her, and asked herself urgently and firmly, "Who are you?"

The voice seemed to carry all her questions, her determination to explore, and her fearless challenge to the unknown, echoing continuously in her mind.

It was like a deafening shout emanating from a dark, deep, and perilous unknown world.

They tried to break through the fog of mystery, to find the truth hidden behind it all, and to find a reasonable explanation for all these strange events.

The transparent halo, which had been quietly suspended in the air, radiated a soft and stable glow, like a tranquil star in the night sky.

However, when he felt the intense, scorching gazes of the people around him, the halo seemed to be hit by a sudden storm.

The light flickered violently for a moment, like a candle flame about to go out, swaying helplessly in the gale.

The halo trembled slightly uncontrollably, like a withered leaf drifting in the cold wind, fragile and fearful.

Its consciousness seemed to be caught in a chaotic vortex, with countless questions surging and churning in its mind like a raging tide.

What kind of unimaginable, bizarre world is this?

Why is it that on this land, there are majestic and awe-inspiring mythical beasts, exuding an awe-inspiring and mysterious aura, as if they control the power of heaven and earth?

There are also sword cultivators with agile figures, wielding sword energy, and displaying elegance and sharpness in every move.

According to the established procedures and information it is familiar with.

The host should have arrived in an ancient world devoid of spiritual energy, where everything operates according to a simple and ordinary trajectory.

But now, everything before its eyes is completely different from what it knew. What earth-shattering changes have occurred that are enough to turn the tide?

Could it be that during that long, dark period when I was sealed by that mysterious and terrifying spiritual power, a time that seemed to stand still, without any light or sunshine?

What unexpected event occurred that could rewrite the trajectory of all destinies?

Its light flickered intermittently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it were struggling to weigh and think, or as if it were desperately suppressing the panic and unease deep within its heart.

It seemed to possess delicate and complex emotions like a human, secretly swallowing hard, and the light dimmed slightly as if it were obscured by dark clouds.

Then, as if summoning courage, it suddenly lit up.

Then, it slowly turned that hazy and mysterious halo toward its host, Qin Qianluo, whose hair had already turned gray.

Those snow-white hairs shimmered with a silvery luster under the faint, ever-changing light, each strand seemingly telling a silent story of countless vicissitudes and hardships endured.

It uses its usual cold, mechanical, and emotionless electronic voice, yet at this moment it makes an extraordinary effort to incorporate a touch of friendliness and warmth.

It said, "I am your system. You may call me Haoyue, host. It's a pleasure to meet you, my host, Qin Qianluo."