Her fingertips, like a gentle breeze, carefully touched the edge of the brocade box; the touch was as if she were touching a dream that had been asleep for a thousand years.
Then, she slowly lifted the lid of the box, accompanied by a soft and crisp "click" sound as the lid opened.
It was as if the door of destiny had been quietly pushed open, emitting a long and mysterious sigh, and a faint, ancient aura drifted leisurely in the air.
Inside the box, only a dark stone rests quietly, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes and has been forgotten by time.
Its surface is rough and uneven, covered with lines like the marks of time, and has no luster whatsoever, just like a dim star left behind in a dark corner.
The dimly lit room exuded a somber and mysterious atmosphere.
However, the moment Feng Qingyun's gaze fell upon the stone, her expression suddenly changed slightly, and her originally lively and playful eyes widened instantly.
A flicker of surprise and panic crossed his eyes, as if struck by a sudden, sharp bolt of lightning that had directly hit the most hidden and vulnerable corner of his heart.
Her hand, as if freed from the control of her consciousness in an instant, was driven by some ancient and mysterious force, and involuntarily and slowly covered the stone.
Against the backdrop of the stone, that little hand appeared even smaller and more helpless.
Qin Qianlu was as perceptive as a wary cheetah, instantly noticing the unusual expression and behavior of Feng Qingyun.
A sense of foreboding, like a raging tsunami, surged through her heart, alarm bells rang in her mind, and she knew something was wrong.
Without thinking, she hurriedly stretched out her hands, her movements swift and urgent, trying to snatch the stone back from Feng Qingyun's hands as quickly as possible.
It was as if the stone was a bomb about to explode.
However, everything happened too suddenly, and it was already too late.
Feng Qingyun's small hand was already firmly placed on the stone, her five fingers slightly closed, as if she had become one with the stone and could no longer be separated.
In that split second, a strange and awe-inspiring scene unfolded before my eyes without warning, like a magnificent and breathtaking painting.
Suddenly, a dazzling, dreamlike seven-colored light emanated from Feng Qingyun's hand.
The light was like a lively, leaping thread, carrying a mysterious and powerful force, as if it came from ancient times.
It spread wildly in all directions at an astonishing speed that was breathtaking.
In the blink of an eye, the entire room was completely filled with this dreamlike, beautiful, and colorful light.
Every inch of air seemed to be infused with magnificent and strange colors, becoming as dazzling and beautiful as a fairyland.
The light danced and shimmered on the walls and floor, like countless nimble sprites dancing joyfully, transforming the room into a mysterious, fantastical, and dreamlike world.
The light shone on Qin Qianluo and Feng Qingyun's faces, giving them a dreamlike halo and making the whole scene even more mysterious and eerie.
At this moment, Feng Qingyun seemed to have all her vitality and strength drained away by an invisible and powerful force.
The little head, like a flower withering in a storm, suddenly drooped limply.
Her body trembled slightly, as if she were enduring some kind of great pain.
At the same time, the originally dark and inconspicuous stone slowly and leisurely rose into the air.
As if breaking free from the relentless pull of gravity, it swayed gently in mid-air. The originally dull and lifeless blackness receded swiftly and decisively, like the receding tide.
Qin Qianluo stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with shock and fear as she watched the seemingly ordinary, unremarkable stone.
Under the poetic and dreamlike glow of seven-colored light, it gradually and slowly transformed into the shape of a phoenix.
The phoenix's outline gradually became clearer, lifelike, with each feather seemingly radiating dazzling light.
It's as if it will take flight in the light at any moment, soaring through the vast sky and heading towards the unknown distance.
The phoenix was elegant and noble, its eyes revealing an innate majesty and mystery, as if it carried a thousand years of memories and mission.
Before Qin Qianluo could recover from the series of dazzling, breathtaking, and fantastical events that seemed to take place in a dreamlike world...
An even more astonishing and unbelievable scene struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
Feng Qingyun's small, frail body slowly floated up, like a light feather drifting in a gentle breeze, swaying helplessly in the air.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her face serene and peaceful, as if she were in a deep and sweet dream, but her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner unease.
The seven-colored light emitted by the stone, which had already transformed into the shape of a phoenix, was like a pair of gentle yet powerful arms full of maternal love, tightly enveloping her.
Gradually, it formed a dazzling, radiant ball of light.
The ball of light resembled a mysterious and ancient cocoon, radiating a soft yet powerful glow that enveloped Feng Qingyun, making her appear like a fairy sleeping in the light.
Qin Qianluo was extremely anxious, as if her heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible and cold hand.
The pain was so intense that she could barely breathe; each heartbeat felt like she was enduring immense agony.
Without hesitation, she stretched out her hands, her movements swift and urgent, trying to pull Feng Qingyun into her arms as quickly as possible.
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