However, in Qin Qianluo's eyes, this seemingly beautiful sky was like a mysterious veil, concealing the unspeakable truth behind it.
She seemed to have some vague ideas in her mind, those thoughts like glimmers of light in the darkness, appearing and disappearing, yet elusive.
But more than anything, she was still deeply confused, as if she were in a vast, boundless forest shrouded in mist.
All around was a hazy mist, and every step forward was filled with the unknown and fear.
She couldn't tell which way was which, and she didn't know where the road ahead lay. Her heart was filled with confusion and helplessness, as if she were lost in endless darkness, waiting for a glimmer of light to guide her.
With heartfelt respect and concern, Yao Guang quietly and slowly turned out from one side of the tent.
Her footsteps were extremely light, like a falling feather, as if afraid of disturbing her master who was immersed in his thoughts.
What met her clear eyes was the figure of her master standing quietly in the open space in front of the house.
At this moment, the boundless sky is as blue as a deep gemstone, pure and vast, like an endless canvas unfolded.
The master's tall yet somewhat slender figure was quietly embedded in this azure sky, gazing up at the vast expanse of heaven.
Beneath that dreamlike azure sky, Master's figure appeared even more solitary and resolute.
Her delicate and beautiful face was solemn, as if frozen for a thousand years, and her deep eyes were full of contemplation, like two bottomless pools.
It seemed as if it wanted to uncover every secret hidden behind the vast and boundless sky.
Her slightly furrowed brows, like the folds between mountains, each line etched with the complex thoughts deep within her heart.
Her focused gaze was like a sharp sword piercing through the fog, trying to cut through the layers of mist and explore the unknown truth.
Yao Guang's heart skipped a beat, as if a heavy hammer had struck her heartstrings.
It emitted a violent and muffled tremor, which made her heart ache slightly.
A strong sense of foreboding, like a thick, dark cloud, quickly and without warning enveloped her entire heart.
Her breathing became rapid and her heart began to pound uncontrollably, as if she were about to face a huge crisis.
She subconsciously followed her master's gaze, slowly raising her eyes to look at the sky that seemed peaceful and serene, yet also seemed to conceal endless mysteries.
In an instant, a torrent of memories surged towards her with overwhelming force, leaving her no chance to resist.
Once, at a seemingly ordinary yet destined-to-be-extraordinary moment, Master stood quietly, gazing at the sky.
His eyes revealed a resolute determination that was hard for others to detect; it was a determination to do anything for his beliefs.
Then, Master resolutely embarked on the arduous path of confronting the Heavenly Dao.
That duel was a devastating storm, so powerful that it shook the entire world.
The world changed color instantly. The originally azure sky was dyed a strange color, and the wind and clouds surged and rolled like angry beasts, with the light generated by the collision of powerful forces.
Like countless meteors falling at the same time, it almost swallowed up the entire world.
Although in the end, the Master won that thrilling victory with his extraordinary wisdom and indomitable will.
But behind that victory lay an incredibly painful price—the master was forced to die and perish.
That scene was like a nightmare from which she could never wake up. It would often creep into Yao Guang's mind like a ghost in the dead of night, when all was quiet and nothing else was around, and it would reappear repeatedly.
Every time she recalls it, it feels as if countless sharp steel needles are piercing her heart, causing her so much pain that she almost suffocates.
That pain, like a brand, was deeply etched into the depths of her soul.
Yao Guang led her sect disciples through countless hardships and tasted all the joys and sorrows of life before finally returning to her master's side.
This precious friendship, which she had lost and then regained, was like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating her path forward.
Like the warmest sun in the cold winter, it gives her endless comfort and strength, and has become the most cherished and indispensable presence in her life.
How could she bear to experience the excruciating pain of losing a loved one again? How could she stand by and watch her master repeat the same mistakes, once again stepping into that dark abyss of no return?
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