In this tranquil and cozy space, the two of them, like two weary birds returning to their nest, quietly enjoyed this brief and precious moment of peace.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, all the noise and disturbances were shut out, leaving only the steady breathing of each other and the warm and tranquil atmosphere.
A moment later, Qin Qianluo gently stretched her body, like a fairy awakening from a sweet dream, and slowly walked out of the space, her steps steady and elegant as she stepped out of the door.
Standing in front of the house, she gazed into the distance, and the scene before her was like a magnificent painting.
The vast army stationed here was neatly arranged, like a Great Wall of steel, indestructible.
The soldiers, clad in heavy armor, gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, resembling a silver ocean.
Military flags fluttered wildly in the wind, making a "whooshing" sound, like a stirring battle song, telling of the tension and severity of the upcoming war.
The patterns on the military flags, whether majestic mythical beasts or badges symbolizing glory, dance in the wind, as if demonstrating the majesty and power of this army to the world.
However, faced with such a magnificent and solemn scene, Qin Qianluo's heart seemed to be tightly entangled in a complex and tangled mess of thoughts, which she could not unravel.
Numerous doubts surged into her mind like a tidal wave, lingering and refusing to dissipate.
Her thoughts raced wildly through her mind like a runaway horse.
She pondered to herself that the world seemed to have become a desolate and barren desert, devoid of any trace of spirit.
The spiritual energy was so scarce that even the air seemed dry and lifeless, as if a body had been ripped from life.
In such an environment, even divine beasts like Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi, who are exceptionally talented and possess world-destroying power, are vulnerable.
They all seemed to have their wings bound by a cruel fate, unable to freely unleash their spiritual power due to the extreme scarcity of spiritual energy.
What is puzzling is that the Taoist Master Xu Wu, the Imperial Preceptor, and even the heretical sects that have suddenly appeared all practice Taoist arts that are like mysterious and blazing flames.
It burns stubbornly on this barren land, radiating an eerie yet alluring light.
Where did this magic come from? This question weighed heavily on Qin Qianluo's mind like a heavy mystery.
Previously, Qin Qianluo knew that Master Xuwu and the Imperial Preceptor were proficient in wondrous and profound Taoist arts.
They simply believed that this was because, over the long years, they had accumulated a great deal of merit, like devout ascetics.
These merits, like precious treasures or mysterious runes, endowed them with the power to perform Taoist arts.
However, the evil path that has suddenly emerged is outrageous in its actions, which are all immoral, immoral, and contrary to human ethics.
His hands were stained with the blood of evil, and every move he made was like that of a demon in the dark, cruel and wicked.
How can he possibly accumulate merit? Surely he can't accumulate merit by wantonly harming living beings, causing endless suffering and disasters in the world?
This is truly illogical, like an absurd nightmare, incomprehensible yet unavoidable.
Qin Qianluo has always held Taoism in a devout and profound respect, which stems from her deep reverence and awe for ancient wisdom.
In her heart, this faith, which has withstood the test of a thousand years and continues to shine brightly, is like a mysterious palace containing endless treasures.
It carries the wisdom of countless ancestors; every doctrine and every legend is like a dazzling pearl, inlaid in this magnificent hall.
Its existence has withstood the test of time, like pure gold left after the great waves have washed away the sand, and it must have its irreplaceable rationality.
Like a brilliant star, it shines with a unique and eternal light in the long river of history, guiding the hearts of countless people.
Not only in this world full of fantasy and the unknown, but even in the world she used to live in, Taoist thought and culture were like a towering tree, with deep roots and lush foliage, and a long and rich history.
It permeates every corner of people's lives, influencing their thoughts, behaviors, and values.
Like a gentle spring rain that nourishes the soul of every person.
This is also a major reason why she has always had unwavering faith in the abilities of Master Xuwu and the Imperial Preceptor.
She firmly believes that behind their abilities lies the support of profound Taoist tradition and wisdom, and the shining power of a thousand-year-old faith.
But now, the sudden appearance of this heretical path is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the original tranquility and order, and stirring up huge waves.
It gave Qin Qianlu a strong and strange feeling, as if all of this was a game of chess carefully laid out by an invisible and mysterious hand.
Every event and every person is like a chess piece on a chessboard, precisely manipulated, moving along a predetermined, unknowable trajectory.
Who could be the being capable of controlling such a vast and complex energy in a world?
This problem was like a heavy shackle, tightly binding Qin Qianluo's heart and making her feel suffocated by the pressure.
Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo couldn't help but slowly raise her eyes and look at the vast, boundless, and abyss-like sky.
In the azure sky, as blue as a jewel, white clouds drift leisurely, seemingly free, peaceful and serene, yet as if concealing endless secrets and unknowns.
The shapes of the clouds were ever-changing, sometimes like galloping horses, sometimes like towering mountain peaks, as if telling untold stories.
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