The anger in Qin Qianluo's heart was like a surging undercurrent, churning wildly in her heart with overwhelming force.
The anger was like a wild beast imprisoned in a cage, constantly crashing against the dam of reason, almost breaking it.
However, Qin Qianluo knew that this was not the time to act impulsively or emotionally.
Many mysteries remain, like heavy gloom, weighing heavily on her mind.
Each mystery was like a boulder, suffocating her and making her unable to let go. She would not be satisfied until she solved these mysteries.
Qin Qianlu suppressed the almost uncontrollable anger in her heart and pretended to unconsciously tighten her grip on the sword hilt.
Her long, slender, and fair fingers were slightly white from exertion, and the veins at her knuckles were prominent, winding like earthworms.
Like a bowstring stretched to its limit, it seems as if it will snap at any moment, releasing boundless power.
This seemingly unintentional action was actually her desperate attempt to suppress the almost out-of-control rage burning within her.
Trying to maintain the last bit of composure in this tense and confrontational atmosphere.
Like a small boat in a storm, struggling to maintain its balance in the turbulent sea.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Qianluo tried to calm her violently heaving chest and put on a composed expression. Her originally rosy face was now slightly pale due to suppressed anger.
She slowly raised her other hand, her movements slow yet firm, making a gesture to stop the movement towards the Heavenly Dao.
Her arm trembled slightly, a tremor that seemed to be a mixture of fear and anger from the depths of her soul, but she still did her best to firmly point towards the Heavenly Dao.
As if waging a fearless, silent battle against this overwhelming force, the arm stood stubbornly upright in the gale, like a flagpole forged from steel.
Her gaze was piercing, staring directly at the heavens, her eyes filled with resentment, anger, and a persistent desire to find the truth.
Those eyes were like two sharp, gleaming swords, trying to pierce through the cold, indifferent exterior of the Heavenly Dao and reach the unfathomable depths of its heart.
The truth hidden in the darkness will be revealed one by one.
Qin Qianlu spoke, her voice trembling slightly with anger, yet still clear and powerful, resonating like a great bell in the oppressive space.
"Finally, there is one more thing I would like to ask. Were all the strange occurrences in the Xuanyuan Kingdom caused by you in secret? And was Shouzhuo able to be resurrected through possession of another body also part of your scheme?"
Qin Qianluo's words were like a series of heavy hammer blows, striking the air with tremendous force. Each word seemed to carry immense weight, reverberating and echoing in the oppressive atmosphere.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's series of questions, Tiandao's previously calm expression faltered slightly, and his movements came to an abrupt halt.
A fleeting, almost imperceptible thought crossed His deep, universe-like eyes, as if He were weighing something.
After a moment, He slowly nodded, which was considered an admission of Qin Qianluo's question.
In the eyes of Heaven, Qin Qianluo was nothing more than an ant about to perish. Her life and death were already predetermined. The answers to these questions were irrelevant to the overall situation, so it wouldn't hurt to tell her.
Everything was under His control, like a puppet on strings, at His mercy.
The moment she saw the Heavenly Dao nod in acknowledgment, the long-suppressed rage in Qin Qianluo's heart, like the molten lava beneath a dormant volcano, erupted like a wildfire.
Her hand gripping the sword hilt seemed to transform into a steel vise, exerting sudden force until her knuckles turned white as snow from the excessive strain, as if they were about to shatter.
The veins, like writhing dragons, bulged beneath her skin, revealing the anger in her heart.
In an instant, she rose into the sky like a crimson meteor, so fast that she left only a blur.
At the same time, the Crimson Phoenix that accompanied her, like a war god reborn from the ashes, soared into the sky with her.
The Crimson Phoenix spun gracefully and sharply in mid-air, its body engulfed in flames, resembling a burning sea of blood.
The flames seemed to have a life of their own, leaping and dancing wildly, emitting deafening howls.
It seemed to want to burn the sky into nothingness, and the intense heat it emitted distorted and deformed the surrounding air, like the surface of a shimmering lake.
As the phoenix spread its wings, it became like an indestructible wall of fire, perfectly blocking the fierce sword strike from the Heavenly Dao, which contained endless killing intent and earth-shattering power.
This sword strike seemed to tear space apart, but the Crimson Phoenix's obstruction caused a dazzling light to erupt at the point of collision, like the sun exploding, stinging people's eyes.
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