Like a butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon, enduring the pain and torment before breaking free, it anticipates rebirth and sublimation after transformation.
When she learned of Qin Qianluo's ordeal, she was extremely anxious, as if her heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, causing her unbearable pain.
She abandoned all her affairs and rushed over anxiously, her hurried figure like a shooting star streaking across the sky, carrying endless anxiety and worry.
However, at this moment, Qin Qianluo had already lost her physical body, and only a faint trace of her soul remained, teetering on the brink of collapse like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.
If it weren't for Xin Ziming's timely arrival like a savior, who stabilized Qin Qianluo's soul with her powerful and mysterious strength...
It is likely that Qin Qianluo's last remaining wisp of soul will, like a flickering candle in the wind, quietly dissipate into the world, leaving no trace.
It vanished forever into the long river of history, becoming a forgotten tragedy.
However, even though Xin Zimo poured all her strength into it, giving full play to her spiritual power and using all her skills, even at the cost of sacrificing her own cultivation.
It was only barely enough to keep Qin Qianluo's nearly dissipated soul afloat.
The severe damage suffered by her soul was like the devastation left after the collapse of the heavens and the earth, deeply piercing Xin Ziming's heart.
After the earth-shattering collision with the Heavenly Dao, Qin Qianluo's soul was shattered like dust drifting in the wind, so fragile that it could not be broken.
It seemed as if the slightest breeze would cause it to vanish forever from the world.
At that time, Xin Zimo possessed extraordinary abilities originating from the Nine-Tailed Immortal Fox clan in the Nine Heavens, and enjoyed a great reputation in the Upper Realm.
But faced with Qin Qianluo's broken and shattered soul, she felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
It's like being in a deep, dark abyss, groping around but unable to find a glimmer of hope.
Her eyes were filled with a complex expression of anxiety and helplessness, as if her heart was being pierced by countless fine needles, causing her great distress and pain.
She knew that with her current level of cultivation, it was impossible for her to completely repair Qin Qianluo's soul on her own.
This is undoubtedly a distant dream, an unattainable luxury.
In this desperate and hopeless situation, letting Qin Qian fall into reincarnation became the only helpless choice Xin Ziming could make for her best friend at that time.
Although this choice was like a sharp blade cutting into her heart, each cut bringing excruciating pain.
Sword Sect, a sect that was once renowned and awe-inspiring because of Qin Qianluo's outstanding leadership and extraordinary swordsmanship.
The moment they lost their leader, it was as if their backbone had been removed, and they were instantly plunged into a predicament of being leaderless, filled with fear and uncertainty.
Within the sect, the former tranquility, peace, and order were completely shattered.
Instead, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere prevailed, like a sky filled with dark clouds, ready to unleash a torrential downpour at any moment.
In this oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, only Yao Guang, Qin Qianluo's direct disciple who had inherited the essence of her swordsmanship, remained.
And a group of sword cultivators who are loyal to the Sword Sect, unwavering in their commitment, and willing to sacrifice their lives for the sect.
Their following of Qin Qianluo was no longer just out of respect for the sect leader's authority, but a firm belief that had penetrated their souls and was ingrained in their blood.
In their hearts, Qin Qianluo is the spiritual pillar of the Sword Sect, the lighthouse illuminating their path forward, and the supreme being they fight for and protect for a lifetime.
The rise and fall of the sect has long been closely intertwined with Qin Qianluo, like water and milk blending together, inseparable.
Yao Guang, a woman with a delicate mind, exceptional intelligence, and deep affection, knew the profound and enduring feelings that everyone had for Qin Qianluo.
They also understood the burning desire in everyone's hearts to protect the sect leader.
After countless sleepless nights of deep thought, she gathered everyone together and decided to go to Xin Ziming's place.
They pleaded with her to use her mysterious and unpredictable supernatural powers to send them to Qin Qianluo's side so that they could protect the sect leader.
Thus, Yao Guang led a group of sword cultivators, with a complex mix of trepidation and anticipation, and with heavy but firm steps, slowly approached Xin Ziming.
They knelt in unison, their eyes filled with sincerity and determination, shining like stars yearning for warmth in the cold night.
Everyone pleaded with Xin Ziming to lend a helping hand; their voices, when combined, resounded like a great bell.
"We humbly beg the fairy to have mercy and use her divine powers to send us to the sect leader's side."
However, Xin Ziming looked at everyone with a troubled expression on her face and sighed helplessly, her sigh seemingly carrying endless heaviness and bitterness.
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