A dreamlike halo surrounded them, displaying faint seven-colored hues, like a magnificent rainbow on the horizon.

It resembles the wisps of mist rising from the celestial realm, dreamlike and breathtakingly beautiful.

The halo swayed gently, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story, inspiring awe in everyone who stepped into this place.

In the very center of the space, a fiery red sword stood silently, like an ever-burning flame—the renowned Crimson Phoenix.

The flame patterns on the sword are so lifelike, as if real flames are leaping and burning on the sword, ready to break free from the sword's restraints and ignite the whole world.

The scorching and sharp aura rushed towards us as if it were a tangible force, carrying a captivating power.

It seems to be telling everyone who dares to approach it the magnificent and thrilling legendary stories of the past, as well as the countless glories and honors it has experienced.

Each line is like a mark etched by time, recording its years of dominance in the world of cultivation.

The moment Qin Qianluo's gaze fell upon the sword, a deep and intense longing flashed in the depths of her eyes.

The longing was like a clear spring hidden deep in the heart, suddenly stirred and gushing out like a surging torrent.

This sword is not just a powerful weapon, but also an indispensable part of her life, carrying countless precious memories.

Those years spent with the sword, whether training alone in a quiet valley or fighting side by side with the sword in fierce battles.

They all flashed through her mind like scenes from a movie, each image as clear as yesterday, as if they had just happened.

She took a light and steady step, like a fairy walking on clouds, leading Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi toward the area where the pills were stored.

The place where the elixir is stored is arranged in a unique and ingenious way, like a meticulously crafted art palace.

The bottles and jars were arranged in a pleasing, staggered manner, each one radiating a unique and soft luster, like rare treasures.

The interplay of light created dreamlike patterns of light and shadow in the space, like a magnificent rainbow dancing in the air, a truly breathtaking sight.

Each bottle seemed to be engraved with ancient runes, which shimmered with a mysterious light, as if guarding the magical power of the elixir inside.

Just as Feng Qingyun and the other person were deeply attracted by this wonderful sight.

A pill emitting a soft white light, like a dazzling star, slowly rose from the very center.

The light was pure and warm, like the first gentle ray of sunshine on a spring morning, softly caressing all things on earth and bringing life and hope to the world.

It was like a mother's gentle hand, softly soothing everyone's hearts, bringing peace of mind, as if all worries and fatigue vanished in that moment.

This elixir seems to be a crystallization of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, condensing the purest power of nature.

As Qin Qianluo gazed at the pill, an indescribable feeling of comfort welled up in her heart.

Xin Ziming, her close friend who was like a confidante in her life, remained as thoughtful and considerate as ever.

He always provides the most thoughtful support in the most appropriate way when she needs it most.

She tilted her head slightly, parted her cherry lips, and slowly put the pill into her mouth.

The moment the pill touched the tip of the tongue, it instantly transformed into a warm and mellow current, like a lively stream, flowing gently down the throat and quickly spreading to every corner of the body.

In an instant, a layer of misty white light slowly rose around Qin Qianluo, the light as dreamlike as a veil gently enveloping her figure.

It was as if a mysterious and sacred veil had been draped over her, making her resemble a fairy from a celestial realm, otherworldly and ethereal.

Within the halo, some mysterious runes could be faintly seen flickering, as if they were resonating with the power within her.

Before long, the white mist gradually dissipated, like the morning fog slowly dissipating under the sunlight, revealing Qin Qianluo's refreshed figure.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze gleaming, and the arrogant aura of the once invincible sword cultivator sect leader returned powerfully once more.

At this moment, she stood tall and straight like a pine tree, proud and unyielding, like an unshakeable mountain peak.

His expression was carefree and unrestrained, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, conveying a sense of confidence and composure.

It seems that the passage of time has not left many marks on her, but rather added a sense of composure and calmness to her, a quality that comes with having experienced many hardships.

And a powerful aura emanating from within, spreading outwards like invisible ripples, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi stood there dumbfounded, their eyes filled with surprise and shock.

Their eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Looking at the person in front of me who seemed to have been reborn, it was as if I was seeing a completely new Qin Qianluo, full of infinite charm.

Although they knew of Qin Qianluo's extraordinary qualities in the past, the powerful aura and unique charm she displayed at this moment still deeply impressed them.

A feeling of indescribable awe welled up in my heart.

They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, as if the Qin Qianluo before them was no longer the familiar companion, but a true legend in the world of cultivation.

Qin Qianluo gently raised her hand, the movement elegant and natural, as if she were having a silent dialogue with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

An invisible yet powerful spiritual force surged rapidly from her palm, like a dazzling streak of light, shattering the silence of the space.

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