As he pondered these thoughts, the Heavenly Dao gradually calmed the turmoil surging within him.
He slowly concealed the fleeting moment of dishevelment, a cold smile full of utter disdain and deep contempt curling at the corner of his lips.
Like frost in the dead of winter, it is cold and biting.
He raised his head slightly, the veins on his neck bulging slightly with arrogance, speaking in an unquestionable, superior tone.
The voice boomed like a bell: "Heaven's way never needs the help of others. Emotions are the most useless thing in the world, and only mortals like you would regard them as treasures."
The Heavenly Dao paused slightly, a chilling glint flashing in its abyss-like eyes.
Like two sharp ice blades, they scrutinized Qin Qianluo from head to toe, as if trying to see right through her.
His voice then grew deeper, yet it was filled with a chilling and intimidating power.
He continued, "Even if you have accumulated merits, the sins you have committed are still vivid in my mind."
The voice of Heaven seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura and endless gloom: "If you dare to commit the act of slaying Heaven, you will surely suffer the torturous punishment that gnaws at your very bones—"
The Heavenly Dao's tone grew increasingly cold, like unyielding ice that had never melted.
It was a chilling statement that conveyed despair: "Though I may be injured, my divine body will remain indestructible; but you will be annihilated and never reincarnated."
Upon hearing Tiandao's deliberately mysterious words, Xin Zimo immediately straightened up slightly from the luxurious chaise lounge, letting out a clear, cold sneer.
The laughter was laced with undisguised mockery, as if looking at a ridiculous clown, or as if scorning the other's ignorance and arrogance.
She sneered inwardly: This little world's way of heaven is truly like a frog in a well, daring to spout these clichés in front of her?
Back then, when she returned from her tribulation, she dared to confront the Heavenly Dao, who truly held sway over the universe and overlooked the Three Realms, to settle old scores.
With just a few words, he managed to extract many hidden secrets from that cunning old fox.
This guy, with his shallow cultivation, insists on putting on airs and daring to act pretentious and try to fool her.
Do they really think Xin Zimo is a pushover?
A hint of impatience flashed in those phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners, and spiritual energy surged around him, carrying the unique pressure of a true god.
The air around them seemed to freeze slightly, as if a devastating storm was about to erupt at any moment.
Qin Qianluo caught a glimpse of Xin Zimo's subtle yet turbulent movements out of the corner of her eye, and knew that this violent nine-tailed fox spirit could no longer restrain herself.
She slowly turned her head to look at the figure lounging lazily on the chaise lounge, a faint and gentle smile curving her lips, her eyes filled with a warm and comforting gaze.
It was as if it was saying silently, "Don't be impatient, just watch me."
She knew Xin Ziming's personality all too well—seemingly carefree and unrestrained, but actually fiercely protective of her own. Her reaction at this moment clearly indicated that she wanted to personally intervene and tear this Heavenly Dao to shreds.
But then she thought again, if the "bone-corroding punishment" that Heaven spoke of was not an exaggeration, then she absolutely could not let Xin Zimo get involved.
This was tantamount to pushing her into an abyss of no return. How could she let her best friend take such a risk for her?
Even if Heaven's words were merely alarmist and meant to intimidate, Xin Zimo had already exhausted all her efforts for her these past few days, protecting her all the way from the mortal realm to the Heavenly Court. This affection weighed more than a thousand pounds.
She had personally severed the karmic ties of fate; this was her own tribulation, and she should bear it herself. There was no reason for her to drag her dear friend down with her.
Xin Ziming's heart stirred slightly when Qin Qianluo looked at her, and the fierce look in her eyes softened a little.
Then she rolled her eyes wide, with a hint of reproach and helplessness, as if to say, "You're just too scheming."
She waved her hand impatiently, as if shooing away something annoying, but in reality, she was conveying the message, "Fine, let's see how you handle it. If you can't, then I'll step in."
The surging spiritual energy around him subsided, and he returned to his nonchalant and lazy demeanor.
However, deep in his eyes, a trace of vigilance and wariness remained, and he was still secretly watching the Heavenly Dao's every move, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
Qin Qianluo then withdrew her gaze and returned it to Tiandao's face, which was filled with arrogance and disdain. Her expression was calm and undisturbed.
It was as if he were simply stating an ordinary matter, yet his words carried an unyielding and righteous air that left no room for argument.
"You say I have committed many sins? I know nothing of that. In this life, though I have fought on the battlefield, I have never waged war against unrighteous forces."
Every time, there was a just cause; every time, it was for the sake of the common people. Where does this so-called "murder" even come from?
Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like the resounding clang of metal, echoing endlessly in this chaotic space.
Every word carries a sense of righteous indignation and a sincere dedication to the country and its people.
The arrogant expression of the Heavenly Dao was slightly stunned, as if it was also intimidated by this awe-inspiring righteousness, and for a moment it did not know how to refute it.
Seeing that Xin Zimo finally suppressed her urge to take action, Tiandao's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, eased a little, but he was still as taut as a fully drawn bowstring, not daring to relax even slightly.
He deliberately put aside Xin Ziming's seemingly nonexistent yet overwhelming divine pressure.
He suppressed the trembling in his heart that almost burst out of his chest and fixed his gaze on Qin Qianluo.
It was as if it wanted to rebuild its already crumbling dignity with this stubborn gaze.
"Hmph," Tiandao's voice was tinged with a barely perceptible tension, yet it was deliberately raised a few notches.
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