There was no sense of oppression in that voice; instead, it was enveloped in a kind of inclusiveness that had endured thousands of years of vicissitudes, as if it could contain the brilliance of the galaxy turning and the rise and fall of the years.
Even the floating clouds around seemed to be soothed by the sound, gradually condensing into soft white fluff, bringing a sense of inexplicable peace to one's heart.
Qin Qianluo's fingers, which were hanging by her side, loosened slightly, and the crescent-shaped marks left when she clenched her fists earlier slowly faded away.
She keenly noticed the familiarity in Xin Ziming's raised eyebrow and knew that the owner of that voice was no enemy.
As she turned to the side, a gentle breeze stirred her robes. She raised her hand and lightly patted the arms of Yao Guang and Feng Qingyun beside her, her fingertips applying a soothing touch.
The force was not strong, but it was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating reassuring ripples that signaled to the two to calm down.
It has the ability to overturn space and instantly teleport several people to this misty place.
Apart from the Heavenly Dao that truly governs the universe above the Nine Heavens, no other god could possibly possess such skill.
Judging from his speech, he seems to be a person who understands things clearly, at least he doesn't use the awkward "you" and "I" that the Heavenly Dao of that small world used before.
The words and phrases carry a sense of peace that comes from experiencing the world, making them pleasant to listen to and subtly reducing any resistance.
Xin Ziming remained lazily leaning against the edge of the cloud couch, listlessly playing with her drooping silver hair with her fingertips, and pursed her lips without saying anything more.
She knew this old man very well. Back when she first took human form and caused trouble in Kunlun Ruins, the owner of this voice grabbed her by the back of her collar and threw her into the Jade Pool to be washed for three days and three nights.
Although they often have a bit of an old-fashioned stubbornness and like to put on airs like elders, they are not too difficult to get along with.
Moreover, Qianluo will have to overcome the next hurdle, and she will inevitably need to ask for his help to get some leniency.
She decided not to argue with an "old relic" who had lived for countless millennia, considering it a favor to Qianluo.
Although the words "Heavenly Dao Above the Nine Heavens" were spoken to Xin Zimo, his gaze remained subtly fixed on Qin Qianluo.
That gaze wasn't scrutinizing, but rather a gaze that seemed to pierce through time, carefully examining the woman who had stirred up the winds and clouds in this small world.
Although she was petite, standing in the unfamiliar place amidst the surging sea of clouds, her eyes remained calm and deep, showing no sign of panic.
That calm and composed demeanor was even more serene than many gods who had lived for thousands of years and claimed to have seen through the ways of the world. He couldn't help but nod to himself, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
As the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Realm, He governs the order of the Three Realms. Deep within His sea of consciousness lie secrets more vast than the Milky Way, and the time flowing through His fingertips is longer than the vast ocean.
He was well aware that the Heavenly Dao of many small worlds within the universe had long deviated from its original course—some were trapped by lust for power and regarded living beings as pawns.
Some indulge in laziness, allowing order to decay in chaos.
Some, driven by anger, use "punishment" as a pretext to commit acts of cruelty.
However, Heaven has its own ironclad laws, and each thing has its own function, just as the stars follow their own orbits. Unless things are completely out of balance and life is in turmoil, Heaven will never easily overstep its bounds and interfere.
The Heavenly Dao of that small world, which was previously erased by Qin Qianluo, had long since distorted its standards of good and evil due to selfish desires.
His secret mirror had already revealed his numerous misdeeds, and he was just waiting for an opportune moment to take action to rectify them.
Unexpectedly, a woman appeared out of nowhere, using her mortal body as a blade to sever the tangled mess of cause and effect, settling this matter for Him, which saved Him a lot of trouble.
He even knew some of Qin Qianluo's past that she herself was unaware of—those fragments buried by the dust of reincarnation.
The scars are from arrows she took in her back while protecting children on the battlefield in her past life; the glimmers of light that shimmer in the river of time are the warmth that remained in her eyes as she looked at all living beings before her death in each of her lifetimes.
After all, she was Xin Zimo's dearest friend, whom that little devil cherished and protected. How could He not pay more attention to her?
From her innocent moment when she first entered the cycle of reincarnation, clutching half a wheat cake and sharing it with a beggar, to her resolute determination when she donned armor and pointed her sword at the traitors on the battlefield.
Even now, as the Queen of Heaven stands on the clouds, with the undiminished compassion still in her eyes, He has seen it all.
Seeing Qin Qianluo now, so full of life, both sharp and warm, with the gentle touch of her hand still lingering on her fingertips as she bandaged wounded soldiers after she had shed her murderous aura.
He couldn't help but feel a genuine sense of relief, as if he were seeing a flower that had taken root in the wind and rain, finally blooming in the clouds with a form that combined strength and gentleness.
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