She spoke slowly, her voice carrying an undisguised bitterness and apology.
Like the cold wind of late autumn, it stung everyone's hearts: "Your sincere hearts are like bright stars reflected in my eyes. How could I not feel the same way about your dedication?"
However, the path of reincarnation is like a vast ocean, with undercurrents and shrouded in mystery.
To seek the reincarnation of Qianluo is like searching for a firefly in a vast galaxy or tracing the fragrance of plum blossoms across a desolate snowfield.
Although I have devoted all my learning to this field, I know that my cultivation is but a drop in the ocean.
If we act rashly on this journey, not only will we fail to achieve our goals, but we may also disrupt the balance of this cycle of destiny.
The slightest mishap could plunge you all into the abyss of darkness, and Qianluo's path to reincarnation might be covered in frost, making it difficult to find her destined return.
I urge you all to think carefully, lest a momentary lapse of judgment lead to an irreparable tragedy.
Upon hearing this, the light that had been shining in everyone's eyes dimmed instantly, like a candle flame that had been extinguished.
Disappointment and resentment surged into their hearts like a tidal wave, almost completely overwhelming them.
Their bodies trembled slightly, their fists clenched unconsciously, their knuckles turned white, and their hearts were filled with a complex mix of resentment and helplessness.
The resentment burned like a raging fire in their hearts; the helplessness was like a cold shackle, tightly binding their souls.
Looking at everyone's expressions, Xin Zimo felt a pang of pity and heartache.
Like a gentle spring breeze, it tries to soothe the wounded hearts of everyone.
She stepped forward gently and said in a heartfelt voice, "Please rise, everyone. Do not perform such a grand ceremony! Your sincere hearts are like starlight in the cold night, burning in my heart."
My cultivation is still shallow, and I cannot break the shackles of reincarnation, but I always keep my word and will not fail in my mission.
Although the path of spiritual practice is like rowing against the current, I will continue to study diligently day and night.
When my cultivation is complete and the clouds clear, I will dedicate my life to dispelling the fog of destiny and paving the way for our reunion.
This promise is etched in my heart, like a weathered rock in the mountains, standing firm against the erosion of time and wind, forever keeping the thousand-year pact with you all and with Qianluo.
Upon hearing Xin Ziming's promise, everyone was still filled with resentment, which grew wildly in their hearts like thorns.
However, it is also clear that this matter is extremely difficult and cannot be accomplished overnight.
Left with no other choice, they could only suppress the burning urgency and resentment in their hearts, burying this unwillingness deep within, like planting a seed of hope.
From then on, they practiced swordsmanship day and night, neglecting sleep and meals, like tireless spinning tops.
During the day, the scorching sun hangs high, relentlessly baking the earth, yet they sweat profusely under this blazing sun, their swordplay sharp and fierce.
Each strike of his sword seemed to contain his endless longing and protective feelings for Qin Qianluo; the sword wind howled as if to tear apart the oppressive air.
At night, the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the tranquil sword arena. Under this moonlight, they devoted themselves to their studies, their sword minds clear and focused.
He tried to comprehend a higher realm from every detail of swordsmanship, and every moment of contemplation felt like a conversation with the soul of the sword.
They hope that one day, they will be able to overcome all obstacles with their own strength and cut through all difficulties like a sharp sword.
They went to Qin Qianluo's side, continued to follow her, and continued to write the story of their deep friendship with the sect leader, so that this friendship would be passed down forever in the long river of time.
At that time, Feng Qingyun was still an innocent cub, a descendant of the ancient divine beast Phoenix clan.
Like a pearl covered in dust, it quietly emits a faint yet unique light.
She possesses a noble and mysterious bloodline, containing the powerful energy passed down through countless years by the Phoenix Clan.
She was born with an amazing power of inheritance, as if it were a sacred mission bestowed upon her by fate.
When Xin Ziming first met Feng Qingyun, she looked at her weak, helpless, and ignorant appearance, like a fledgling bird that had not yet learned to fly, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said without any mercy, "You little guy, so weak and stupid, how will you survive in this treacherous world in the future?"
I really don't know why Qianluo protected you back then.
However, considering the deep and profound connection between Feng Qingyun and Qin Qianluo, as well as the boundless potential within her, Xin Ziming finally felt a pang of pity.
She sighed softly, a sigh that contained both helplessness and a hint of expectation.
He said slowly, "Fine, for Qianluo's sake, I'll help you out. I hope you won't waste this opportunity in the future."
After saying that, Xin Zimo was enveloped in a soft and mysterious light, a light as dazzling as a dream, as if it had gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
She carefully channeled a gentle yet powerful force into Feng Qingyun's body, like a gentle stream.
Under Xin Ziming's careful guidance, the dormant power within Feng Qingyun's body began to slowly awaken, like a spark that had been ignited.
The power flowed through her body, initially like a gentle stream, soft and soothing, gradually converging into a mighty river, surging and bringing her unprecedented vitality and life.
As Feng Qingyun felt the surge of power, a glimmer of clarity flashed in her previously bewildered eyes. That clarity, like the dawn breaking, illuminated the dark corners deep within her heart.
It was as if he saw the infinite possibilities of his future, and also as if he saw the hope of reuniting with Qin Qianluo.
With Xin Ziming's meticulous help, filled with deep affection and earnest expectations, the mysterious power within Feng Qingyun, which had been dormant since ancient times, was finally awakened.
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