Once upon a time, Jin Yun was graceful, full of vitality and vigor, as beautiful and charming as a flower blooming in spring.
Now she is so thin that she looks like a skeleton, as if a gentle breeze could blow her frail body over.
Seeing Su Jinyun's haggard and frail appearance, Qin Qianluo felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
The tighter they gripped, the more painful it was, making it almost impossible to breathe.
How she wished she could return to Su Jinyun's side, shelter her from the wind and rain, and give her warmth and comfort.
But now, all we can do is watch her suffer this pain silently in this illusory way.
When the Emperor and his ministers saw Su Jinyun's unusual and incomprehensible behavior, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of unease.
It felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.
They all turned their heads in the direction of Su Jinyun's gaze, their eyes filled with a mixture of expectation and worry, hoping to see something and resolve their doubts.
However, all they could see was emptiness.
Only a gentle breeze blows by, rustling the leaves around, as if telling a story of endless sorrow.
A hint of disappointment flashed in everyone's eyes, and the glimmer of hope that had been ignited was instantly extinguished.
But seeing Su Jinyun's distraught and seemingly soulless appearance, everyone secretly wondered and speculated about various possibilities.
They all tacitly remained silent, and no one dared to utter a sound to disturb them.
In this silence, only a gentle breeze could be heard, carrying with it the heavy breathing of the crowd.
And the endless sorrow suppressed in my heart, as if the whole world was immersed in this atmosphere of grief, unable to extricate itself.
Since the day Xin Zimo gracefully appeared in the mortal world with an absolutely stunning appearance.
The mortal world is like a newly painted scroll, gradually shedding its previous gloom and once again revealing its former tranquility and peace.
On the streets, the lively atmosphere has returned, with vendors' cries weaving together a vibrant symphony of life.
Pedestrians come and go with a calm expression, and children laugh and play in the streets, their innocent laughter seemingly able to dispel all the sorrows of the world.
The entire mortal realm was teeming with life, as if the previous upheavals had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.
However, in the heavenly realm, which mortals cannot fathom, a different scene unfolds—an earth-shattering battle rages like a raging torrent.
It is unfolding with overwhelming force, showing no signs of stopping, as if it is about to completely overturn the order of the world.
Qin Qianluo's soul underwent countless trials and struggles in the chaotic abyss of darkness, like a star drifting alone in the vast universe, and finally gradually solidified.
When she slowly opened her tightly closed eyes as if the dawn light were dispelling the darkness, a breathtaking and suffocating scene of fierce battle was instantly revealed to her.
Xin Ziming was like a burning flame, or a lively and fiery light and shadow, with her spiritual power surging out like a vast ocean.
Every wisp of spiritual energy shimmered with a dazzling, captivating light, as if the most brilliant stars in the universe had gathered here.
She waged a fierce and earth-shattering battle against the Heavenly Dao, a scene resembling an ancient war between gods and demons, shaking every corner of the world.
The Heavenly Dao, originally a massive and majestic figure, resembled a towering mountain.
Under Xin Ziming's fierce and relentless attacks, he was forced to retreat repeatedly, looking utterly disheveled.
The two clashed back and forth, their movements as swift as lightning, each collision accompanied by a deafening, earth-shattering roar.
It was as if the entire world was trembling and groaning in pain under the impact of this earth-shattering power.
It seemed that it could collapse and disintegrate at any moment in the clash of these endless forces, plunging into an abyss of no return.
The moment Qin Qianluo awoke, it seemed as if a mysterious and invisible force was spreading throughout the world.
Xin Ziming seemed to sense a call from the depths of her soul and keenly perceived this subtle change.
The overwhelming and awe-inspiring aura of menace surrounding her dissipated gradually, like the receding tide, in a rapid yet gentle manner.
The face that was originally full of murderous intent, like a demon incarnate, gradually softened.
The sharp glint in his eyes softened slightly, replaced by a barely perceptible sense of relief and reassurance.
In stark contrast, the Heavenly Dao was in an increasingly dire situation, with its decline and defeat becoming increasingly evident.
The former lofty, domineering, and arrogant majesty has vanished, as if swept away by a raging wind.
All that remained was a look of utter disarray and resentment, like a wounded, trapped beast struggling futilely in its desperate situation.
When Qin Qianluo saw Xin Zimo arrive, it was like a beacon of hope was lit in the darkness, instantly calming her previously anxious heart.
She knew in her heart that the most important thing at this moment was to restore her own strength.
Only in this way can we secure a place in this struggle concerning the fate of heaven and earth, and better cope with the various complex situations that may arise next.
So she slowly closed her eyes, shutting out all the noise and distractions of the outside world, and immersed herself wholeheartedly in the mysterious process of self-repair.
She silently circulated the spiritual energy within her body, guiding that mysterious and powerful force to flow slowly through her soul.
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