However, she still had many complicated doubts in her heart that needed to be resolved. Each doubt was like a mystery hidden in the darkness, preventing her from seeing the truth of the matter.
At this moment, she could only suppress the resentment in her heart that was almost consuming her completely.
Like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, it continues to play along with the ways of heaven, waiting for the opportunity to turn the tide.
At this moment, Qin Qianluo felt as if she were in the midst of a raging storm of emotions, with anger burning fiercely in her chest like a raging fire.
Shock struck her heart like a series of heavy blows, while resentment spread wildly through her soul like thorns.
She clenched her teeth tightly, her jawbone bulging slightly from the effort, every muscle stretched to its limit.
Like a frozen statue, she was engaged in a thrilling and desperate struggle with the frenzied emotions within her that were about to devour her.
Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, slid down her cheeks, and soaked her collar, but she was completely unaware.
After a long while, she finally managed to suppress the surging emotions that were like a volcanic eruption, and took a deep breath.
That aura seemed to carry a tremendous weight, attempting to calm the turmoil within.
However, her slightly trembling shoulders and rapidly heaving chest inevitably betrayed the turmoil deep within her heart.
When she spoke again, she tried her best to make her voice sound calm and steady.
Like the calm surface of a deep pool, the slightly trembling tone of his voice was like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface, subtly revealing a complex emotion that was difficult to suppress.
It was a complex mix of anger, doubt, and resentment: "So, the natural disasters in the cultivation world, and the calamities that are currently befalling the surrounding small countries, are all your doing?"
Even after I died in the Immortal Realm, I've never lived past twenty-five in any of my reincarnations. Is that why?
Her gaze was piercing, fixed on the Heavenly Dao, her eyes burning with anger, yet also full of questioning and inquiry.
It was as if they wanted to see through the cold, frosty face of the Heavenly Dao to the truth hidden behind it.
The Heavenly Dao remained indifferent, its expression as if all the joys and sorrows, life and death of the world had nothing to do with it.
He is like an ancient, unchanging iceberg, cold and devoid of emotion.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's question, He merely nodded slightly, the movement mechanical and concise, as if it were just a meaningless, habitual action.
To Him, all of this was nothing out of the ordinary.
In His understanding, all of this was Qin Qianluo's just deserts.
Everything he did was in accordance with some kind of "rule" that he considered unquestionable, and there was nothing wrong with it.
He spoke slowly, his voice cold and rigid, as if coming from a distant and deathly void, devoid of any human emotion.
It was as if a soulless machine was rigidly reciting instructions: "I was originally trying to help you too."
For mortals seeking the Dao, they must temper their character through suffering. If you have never experienced such trials in any of your past lives, then even if you are trapped in the world of cultivation, it is just a waste of time.
But Er didn't understand my feelings and instead attacked me with his mortal body—in that case, I can't blame myself for being ruthless.
His words were like a fierce, relentless wind in the dead of winter, sweeping across the land with a chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine, as if the whole world had been frozen by these icy words.
The resentment in Qin Qianluo's heart was like a volcano about to erupt, with scalding lava churning and roaring in her heart, almost breaking through the shackles of reason.
The question, "Is it human nature?", brimming with accusation and anger, was already rising to his throat, as if it were about to erupt like a volcano at any moment.
She could hardly contain her anger at this absurd theory of the Way of Heaven. What kind of twisted, bizarre, and outrageous fallacy was this?
However, she knew this was not the time to act impulsively, and she suppressed the resentment that was almost consuming her.
He slowly lowered his eyes, as if night had fallen, quietly concealing the burning anger and deep shock within them.
Indeed, when she looks back on the past, the memories of each lifetime are like a series of warm and peaceful paintings.
She was like a carefully nurtured protagonist in a painting, growing up peacefully in a tranquil harbor free from wind and rain.
Behind her, countless people stood like rows of sturdy fortresses, silently providing her with a protective umbrella.
They stood on tiptoe, stretching their bodies with all their might, using their own strength to shield her from the world's storms, lightning, and thunder.
Those umbrellas, like wings of protection under the sky, weave together a warm and pure world, separating her from the noise, turmoil, and suffering of the outside world.
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