Qin Qianluo's clear and resolute voice was like a pebble containing great power, thrown into this world that was already completely shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.
It instantly stirred up an invisible ripple that was enough to shake the soul.
In that instant, the sky, which had been turbulent and filled with the unknown and fear, changed completely.
It seemed to have been subjected to a mysterious and powerful force from the deepest reaches of the universe, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and suddenly began to twist violently.
Although the distortion occurred only for a fleeting moment, it was as if the entire world had completely lost its original stable order in that brief yet long instant.
Space seemed to be being arbitrarily crumpled by an invisible and immensely powerful hand that controlled the laws of the universe.
It was dizzying, as if you were in a chaotic world on the verge of collapse.
At the same time, dark clouds, which were just moments before as thick as ink and almost tangible, piled up like a surging black ocean, seemingly about to devour the entire world.
It was as if it had been ruthlessly driven away by some more powerful and mysterious force, and began to slowly but resolutely dissipate.
Those thick, mountain-like clouds resembled giant cotton wool that had been freed from its mysterious constraints.
Gradually, it dissipated bit by bit, eventually revealing a faint but precious glimmer of light.
This faint light seemed like a glimmer of hope that had struggled through endless darkness to finally shine through.
However, within this mysterious atmosphere filled with the unknown and fear, it appears so fragile, as if it could be swallowed up again at any moment.
While everyone was still immersed in the deep shock and endless fear brought about by this bizarre scene.
Just when it felt as if their souls were being tightly gripped and unable to escape, that ethereal yet majestic voice once again echoed softly.
The sound seemed not to come from any single direction in the world, but rather surged from every corner of heaven and earth at the same time.
Like countless invisible yet resilient threads, they intertwined and entangled wildly in the air, eventually converging into a powerful sound wave that could shake the heavens and the earth.
It resonated unhindered in everyone's ears, striking straight to the depths of their souls.
"I am the Way of Heaven. The rise and fall of all things in this world are predetermined."
The voice carried an ethereal quality that transcended the mundane world and the limitations of time and space, as if it came from the depths of endless time, from the most primordial origin of the universe.
It also contains an unquestionable and awe-inspiring supreme majesty.
The moment one hears it, one cannot help but lower one's head and submit to this powerful force.
The voice paused for a moment, as if recalling the events of the past, and seemed to carry a faint, almost imperceptible, heavy sigh.
This sigh contains both pity for the helpless flow of all things in the world within their predetermined destiny, and also seems to contain deep blame for Qin Qianluo's repeated "defiant" behavior against the will of Heaven.
Then, the voice suddenly became sharp, like a cold lightning bolt piercing the darkness.
“In both your past lives you have swung your sword at me, and now you ask me what I want to do.”
The sound was like a giant hammer, heavy as ten thousand pounds, striking everyone's hearts and instantly making the atmosphere in the world even more solemn.
It was as if even the air itself had frozen, filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
When the voice of the Heavenly Dao rang in her ears, Qin Qianluo's body felt as if she had been struck by an invisible electric current.
He paused for a moment, his whole body frozen in place like a wooden sculpture.
A deep look of surprise flashed across her originally bright eyes.
There was a deep sense of confusion and bewilderment in it, as if someone was trying to find the truth hidden behind these words.
She pondered this in her heart, and she clearly remembered that she had only had a fierce conflict with the Heavenly Dao in one lifetime. Why did He insist that it was two lifetimes?
Her thoughts, like wild horses, galloped freely in the vast ocean of memory, frantically searching for fragments of that so-called other confrontation with the Heavenly Dao.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to find the forgotten past in the quiet of her heart.
However, no matter how hard she racked her brains, her mind remained blank, as if shrouded in mist, unable to find any trace of that mysterious past.
At this moment, Qin Qianluo was filled with doubt, as if she had fallen into a fog.
She couldn't help but wonder if Heaven had mistaken her for someone else in the vast sea of humanity, unfairly accusing her of a fabricated crime.
She slowly closed her eyes, trying to sort out the trajectory of her past life in the tranquility of her heart.
She clearly remembers that in her first life, she was just an ordinary anti-trafficking police officer living in a secular world devoid of any spiritual energy.
In that world, technology was the main driving force for social development, and people followed the laws of nature, living ordinary and uneventful lives.
There is no such thing as a transcendent path of cultivation, let alone any entanglement with the lofty Heavenly Dao.
Therefore, that experience of attacking the Heavenly Dao could not possibly have happened in the first life.
In the second life, that memory was etched into his very soul. At that time, the Heavenly Dao revealed its cruel and ruthless side, determined not to give mortals a chance to survive.
Just like the suffering that neighboring small countries are currently experiencing, natural disasters are like surging tides, one after another, relentlessly impacting all things in the world.
For cultivators with profound cultivation, these natural disasters may still be something they can resist.
But for the vast majority of ordinary people who are powerless to even kill a chicken, it was like a catastrophe.
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