It is an unwavering commitment to justice and a courageous and fearless resistance against tyranny.
The integrity they displayed was by no means mere empty boasting.
Rather, it is truly indestructible and awe-inspiring, capable of transcending time and space, becoming a spiritual beacon for future generations to admire and follow.
Everyone understood the profound meaning contained in the poem: it was an angry roar against the injustice of fate, a steadfast defense of justice, and a fervent yearning for freedom.
So they all roared out, the sound initially like a gentle stream, carrying a hint of hesitation and fear, flowing slowly through the silent air.
But as more and more people were infected and joined in, the voice gradually coalesced into a powerful torrent.
Like surging waves, it echoes powerfully between heaven and earth.
Even though they knew that the Regent, who was fiercely battling with the will of Heaven, might not have time to heed their cries.
Perhaps their shouts seemed insignificant in the grand battle, but they still wanted to try, all for that one spark of unwavering faith in their hearts.
In order to convey even the smallest, yet unwavering and fervent, power to the Regent.
From the civil and military officials in their official robes and hats in the imperial court, to the monarch who shoulders the heavy responsibility of the nation, and then to the many ordinary people who hear the verses.
More and more people are speaking out, and their voices are coming together as if they are a collective protest against the laws of nature, a desperate cry against fate, and a firm expectation for the future.
The light that had gradually dimmed in everyone's eyes due to fear and despair now began to shine brightly again, as if it had been rekindled from the ashes, reigniting the flames of hope and fighting spirit.
The flames, though small as sparks, had the potential to spread like wildfire, as if they were about to burn away all the darkness and gloom in the world.
Once again struck away by the Heavenly Dao, Qin Qianluo's body plummeted uncontrollably from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
The dull thud of the impact was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts hard.
She endured the surging pain that coursed through her body like a tidal wave, the pain feeling like countless sharp steel needles piercing every inch of her skin and every bone.
It assaulted her nerves, attempting to utterly destroy her will.
She swallowed the gushing blood that kept churning in her mouth; the blood, scalding hot, slid down her throat.
Yet a trace of blood still uncontrollably slid down from the corner of her lips, leaving a shocking mark on her slightly pale face.
Like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, it is beautiful yet exudes endless poignant beauty and tragic grandeur.
She knelt on one knee, supporting her swaying body with one hand on the ground.
His slender fingers dug deep into the soil, as if trying to draw the last bit of strength from the earth.
That hand, with its knuckles white from the exertion and veins bulging, seemed to be waging a final struggle against fate.
Then, she slowly raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with her sleeve. Her movements seemed elegant and composed, but they could not hide her dishevelment and exhaustion.
Her disheveled hair danced wildly in the wind, obscuring her resolute and stubborn face.
However, her eyes were filled with arrogance and ruthlessness, even though she was in a disheveled state, with messy hair, torn clothes, and covered in battle wounds.
But her innate carefree and unrestrained spirit remained undiminished, as if the current predicament was merely a minor hardship in her life.
She will surely overcome everything with fearless courage and unwavering faith.
Qin Qianluo lowered her eyes slightly, her thick eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings. She twitched her ears, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
Her smile held both relief and resolve. The next second, she softly uttered three words: "Feng Qingyun."
The sound, though soft, seemed to carry immense power, spreading slowly through the air like a resounding bell, each syllable seemingly containing boundless strength and profound meaning.
The sound, like a mysterious melody traversing distant time and space, drifted down gently.
Like a pebble thrown into a tranquil lake, it creates invisible yet incredibly impactful ripples in the air.
These ripples, like waves of fate, spread quietly, foreshadowing a breathtaking upheaval that is about to unfold.
At that very moment, a clear and melodious phoenix cry, as if from beyond the heavens, carrying endless etherealness and mystery, suddenly resounded throughout the world.
The phoenix's cry was clear and melodious, seemingly able to penetrate the barriers of the soul.
Each note seemed to carry ancient memories and power, swirling and echoing in the air, awakening a certain stirring deep within the hearts of all things in the world.
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