Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts and their minds were in a tangled mess, a mysterious and eerie voice seemed to surge in from all directions at once.

It seemed to originate from the endless, deep darkness of the universe, transcending the boundaries of time and space, echoing in everyone's ears with an irresistible force.

This voice seemed to transcend all gender boundaries in the world, as ethereal as the elusive, intangible sound of the wind in a valley.

It moves gently through the silent air, untouched by the hustle and bustle of the world.

Yet it also carries an innate, unquestionable majesty, as if the supreme law of heaven and earth is speaking out.

It can instantly penetrate the barriers of the soul, inspiring awe in everyone who hears it, and making their souls tremble.

The sound was melodious and lingering, like an ancient incantation or a call from antiquity, slowly echoing in this oppressive and suffocating space.

"Qin Qianluo, you finally dare to come out and see me."

The sound struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, making the whole world seem to stand still at that moment, as if time and space had frozen.

Only the echo of this mysterious sound remained, lingering in the air for a long time, its lingering sound never ceasing.

The moment Qin Qianluo caught that familiar voice, as if it were engraved in the deepest part of her soul, her originally calm and deep eyes instantly lifted slightly.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in those deep, ink-black eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly, letting out a soft laugh containing endless contempt and mockery.

Like ripples rising from the depths of a tranquil pool, they gently overflow.

That light laugh, seemingly casual, was like a sharp blade, slicing through the heavy atmosphere.

She remained calm and composed, as if everything before her was nothing more than fleeting smoke.

She calmly sat cross-legged, her movements elegant and graceful, as if she were leisurely sipping tea in the warm sunshine in her own tranquil courtyard.

She exuded a relaxed and nonchalant air about her, as if she didn't care at all about the owner of the voice.

On the surface, her disdain for him was palpable; the slight upturn of her lips seemed to be a silent mockery of his overestimation of his abilities.

However, if someone could see into her heart, they would be surprised to find that beneath that seemingly calm exterior, there was actually a turbulent undercurrent.

Her slightly narrowed eyes concealed a sharp and wary light, like a hawk's, a light as eerie as a ghostly fire in a cold night.

Though hidden, it is intensely focused, constantly watching every move around it.

Her body appeared relaxed, but in reality, every muscle was subtly tense, and every nerve was like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be released.

Every cell in her body instantly went into a state of high alert, ready to engage in battle at any moment.

Like a volcano about to erupt, it awaits only a command to unleash a devastating force capable of destroying the world.

"After a thousand years, you are still the same as before, selfish and self-serving."

She paused slightly, a flash of regret and resentment crossing her eyes, a light like a fleeting yet dazzling shooting star streaking across the dark sky.

"I can't believe I failed to kill you back then, and you've managed to lord it over others in a new place. It's really my fault."

Qin Qianluo's voice, though not deliberately raised in volume, seemed to be empowered by some mysterious force in the world.

It reached everyone's ears clearly and precisely in a wonderfully pervasive and subtle way.

Whether it was the people around her who were deeply shocked by this strange scene.

Even the emperor and his ministers, far away within the many palace walls of the capital, could hear it clearly and without any obstruction.

At that time, the skies above the capital were already dominated by a strange and shocking scene.

The inky black clouds piled up like surging black waves, layer upon layer, churning and crashing.

Like a shaky, collapsing black mountain, it weighs heavily on the ancient capital, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.

Thick bolts of lightning, like menacing silver snakes, darted wildly through the deep gaps in the dark clouds.

Each flash was accompanied by a deafening, thunderous roar.

The roar seemed to shake the very foundations of the capital city, as if it were about to tear this world into countless fragments.

The emperor's keen intuition instantly caught the unusual phenomenon in the sky, and his heart tightened suddenly. An indescribable unease surged into his heart like a tide.

Behind such a strange and terrifying sight, there must be a huge crisis lurking.

Without hesitation, she led her ministers, with hurried but firm steps and solemn expressions, to quickly ascend the city wall.

Standing on the city wall, the gale swept past like a ferocious beast, mercilessly whipping at the emperor's robes, making them flutter loudly.

Her face was cold and solemn, like a mountain peak that had stood tall and majestic despite the vicissitudes of countless years, steadfastly standing there.

He possesses an innate fortitude and composure, as if he can shelter everyone from the wind and rain, giving people an invisible but powerful strength and a deep sense of security.

However, when that familiar and clear voice suddenly rang in her ears, and she heard the name of her own Regent Prince Qin Qianluo and her cold, resolute, and resounding words, she was overjoyed.

The emperor's heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he involuntarily shuddered. A hint of undisguised astonishment and worry flashed across his previously calm eyes.

Before this, she still harbored a sliver of hope, like grasping at the last straw in the endless darkness, trying to comfort herself.

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