They all perked up their ears, their eyes sparkling with focused curiosity, and listened intently.
Although the two had already heard it once, hearing it again still filled them with a strong sense of disbelief.
Su Jinyun listened attentively, and when Qin Qianluo finished speaking, her heart felt as if it had been plunged into a deep pool with huge rocks, and waves of turmoil surged up.
The feeling of disbelief surged like a tidal wave, one wave after another.
She subconsciously bit her lower lip lightly, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her deep gaze, like two probing arrows, slowly turned towards Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi.
His eyes held a complex expression of caution and contemplation, like a traveler searching for the truth in the fog.
At that moment, a bold idea flashed through her mind like lightning piercing the dark night sky.
If Ning Chenxing could secretly obtain the assistance of divine beasts with extraordinary strength and profound foundations, such as Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi.
So, those strange things that have been lingering in my mind for so long, like layers of fog that have left me puzzled and unable to understand them.
Will we then be able to find a reasonable explanation, just like clearing away the clouds to reveal the sun?
Once this idea took root in her heart, it spread and grew rapidly and vigorously like a tenacious vine, occupying her entire mind.
Feng Qingyun usually has a carefree and easygoing demeanor, but today she was unusually sharp-minded and quick-witted, reacting as nimbly as a swallow in flight.
Her expression suddenly hardened, and her already tall figure became even more striking as she puffed out her chest, exuding an innate air of arrogance.
Those already bright and expressive eyes now shone with an unwavering determination, like a cold star twinkling in the deep night sky.
She slightly raised her beautifully shaped chin and spoke with a resolute and firm tone.
"In this world, apart from me and Long Nanzhi, two ancient divine beasts, there is no aura of any other divine beasts, and this world has no spiritual energy."
Both of our cultivation levels were suppressed; Long Nanzhi couldn't even use her spiritual power.
"I gained some abilities because of the blessings of good deeds and this divine beast space, but I can't use spiritual power. Otherwise, this would be the world of cultivation."
Upon hearing Feng Qingyun's words, Long Nanzhi felt a surge of resonance and slowly nodded.
Her expression was a mixture of helplessness and regret, her thoughts drifting like a runaway horse back to those dark and gloomy years of the past.
Her divine beast space is like a mysterious treasure trove sealed by time for thousands of years, not only with its doors tightly closed, but also imprisoned by many invisible shackles.
In the past, no matter how much effort she put in, how tenacious her will and how tireless her efforts were in trying to open it up, it was always like an ant trying to shake a tree, to no avail.
She was once dejected and listless because her power was ruthlessly imprisoned.
Like a star that has lost its light, it is dim and powerless in the vast universe.
It is precisely because of this that she unfortunately fell into the predicament of the Japanese imperial family, like a puppet tightly pulled by silk threads, at the mercy of others, with her dignity and freedom trampled upon.
Whenever she recalls these painful memories, she can't help but frown slightly, a flash of regret and resentment instantly appearing in her eyes.
The clenched fist trembled slightly involuntarily, as if silently telling of the humiliation and resentment of the past.
Qin Qianluo lowered her eyes and pondered quietly, her expression as solemn as the rolling mountains under the night sky, exuding a sense of oppressive heaviness.
Her long, beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, like a crescent moon shrouded in sorrow, and her fair, jade-like face was filled with deep worry.
Feng Qingyun's analysis was logically rigorous, clear, and meticulous, like a precisely operating gear with every link fitting perfectly, so there should be no mistakes.
However, the bizarre event of Ning Chenxing's resurrection remains a thick, incomprehensible fog that weighs heavily on everyone's minds.
It lingers, like a boulder pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
This problem is like an extremely complex mystery, and every attempt to find the truth is like being in an endless maze.
Bumping into walls everywhere, unable to find even a glimmer of hope, one feels increasingly helpless amidst confusion and bewilderment.
Inside, a deathly silence fell. Time seemed to stand still, the air itself felt solidified, and the oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating.
Everyone was lost in thought, trying to find the key clue from this tangled mess of seemingly unsolvable threads and unravel this perplexing mystery.
They either lowered their heads in thought, their eyes fixed on the ground, as if trying to find answers in the cold bricks and stones.
Or close your eyes tightly, trying to sharpen your mind in the dark and capture that fleeting inspiration.
Or their brows are furrowed, their wrinkles as deep as ravines, as they rack their brains to dig out every possibility in their minds, not letting go of any clue.
However, no matter how hard they racked their brains and devoted countless efforts, they were still groping blindly in complete darkness, unable to figure it out.
The confusion in their hearts did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it grew heavier, like dark clouds shrouding their minds.
Qin Qianlu sighed softly, the sigh seemingly emanating from the depths of her soul, carrying endless heaviness and helplessness, breaking the oppressive silence that was almost unbearable.
Her voice sounded slightly tired, yet firm: "Let's leave this matter aside for now."
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