The Heavenly Dao's deep, abyss-like, and icy gaze, like two incomparably sharp glints, was fixed on Qin Qianluo's hand, which seemed to be casually resting on the hilt of her sword.
This hand appears to be placed casually, but under the all-seeing gaze of the Heavenly Dao.
Every subtle movement was as conspicuous as a bright light flashing in the night sky, revealing the obvious attempt to cover up the truth.
The unwavering emotion in Tiandao's heart spread rapidly like a surging tide, making him even more convinced that Qin Qianluo was in dire straits and had no way to help her.
He activated his perception power, like fine spider silk, wandering through every inch of space around Qin Qianluo, trying to capture even the faintest fluctuations of spiritual energy.
However, the result was the same as before: nothing was gained.
The worry that had been lingering in my heart, as delicate as a thread, evaporated instantly, like morning dew exposed to the scorching sun.
Instead, there was a fierce and unreserved contempt for Qin Qianluo, like a storm.
In the eyes of Heaven, Qin Qianluo was like an ant trembling in a storm, about to die from exhaustion.
All the struggles seemed so futile, not worth even the slightest bit of His attention.
Qin Qianluo keenly sensed the tangible contempt in Tiandao's eyes, but on the surface, she maintained a calm and composed expression.
It is like an iceberg that has weathered the vicissitudes of time and remains unmoved by external things.
However, beneath that calm exterior, a very subtle, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Hidden within that curve is a subtle hint of pride and confidence.
She secretly rejoiced, thanks to the invaluable pills Xin Zimo had left her in the ring's space, which were not just for restoring spiritual power.
It seems my previous guess was completely correct; the power of the Heavenly Dao has indeed been greatly weakened.
If it were her lifetime as a sword cultivator, roaming freely in the world of cultivation, given the power, keenness, and omniscience of the Heavenly Dao at that time...
My tiny, insignificant action at this moment is like the dimmest star in the vast galaxy.
Under the all-seeing gaze of Heaven, there is absolutely no way to escape detection.
Thinking of this, a thick fog of doubt welled up in Qin Qianluo's heart.
Could it be that the Heavenly Dao could experience a reduction in power level?
She was like a solitary traveler, traversing through all sorts of different worlds.
The vast majority of them are ordinary worlds devoid of any spiritual energy, following only the mundane laws of nature.
There, people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, living a simple and ordinary life.
However, the cultivation world, with its mysterious and unpredictable spiritual energy, is extremely rare. In those worlds, spiritual power runs rampant, and the strong are revered.
Could it be that the Heavenly Dao, like all things in the world, has a strict and complex hierarchy?
These doubts, like countless tangled vines, grew rampant in her mind, becoming increasingly tighter and tighter.
However, despite the overwhelming confusion churning within her, Qin Qianluo did not reveal any unusual expression on her face.
They maintained that calm and composed demeanor, awaiting the heavens' response, as if their hearts were as still as water, simply waiting for an ordinary reply.
The Heavenly Dao nodded slightly, its movements simple yet exuding an innate and unquestionable majesty.
A few questions, in His superior understanding, are nothing more than a fleeting moment of delay.
Like a drop of water in the ocean, it's not worth mentioning and won't waste much time.
He already regarded Qin Qianluo as a turtle in a jar, firmly controlling her in the palm of his hand.
In His mind, Qin Qianluo was like prey trapped in an unbreakable cage, with no possibility of escape no matter how much she struggled.
This time, He was determined to destroy Qin Qianluo's soul at all costs, so that she would be completely annihilated in this world and never be reborn.
In this way, we can avoid the trouble of having to spend a lot of effort controlling Qin Qianluo's lifespan in each lifetime.
Although He is revered as the Heavenly Way, ruling over the order, rules, and fate of all things in this world, He is in reality nothing more than the Heavenly Way of this world.
If it weren't for my previous obsession with controlling Qin Qianluo's lifespan, which consumed too much of my primordial energy during this long and arduous process...
How could He have become so weak and frail, like a sun that has lost its former glory, its light gone?
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