Even more cruelly, due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, none of them could ascend to heaven. They could only struggle in the mire of despair, and ultimately had no choice but to meet a tragic end of death and the dissipation of their Dao.
After witnessing countless deaths and suffering, she resolutely took up her sword and pointed it at the heavens, all to fight for a chance for life in the world.
Wasn't her resistance a righteous act?
As for the subsequent lifetimes, without exception, they were all ordinary worlds without cultivation methods.
In those worlds, she lived like an ordinary person, striving to live within her limited lifespan, yet she could never escape the cruel tricks of fate, and never even lived past the age of twenty-five.
In such a short and ordinary life, how could one possibly have the opportunity to tamper with the will of Heaven? This is clearly absurd and utterly impossible.
Qin Qianluo's face was as unpredictable as the changing winds and clouds, sometimes confused, sometimes thoughtful, and sometimes revealing a hint of disbelief.
Seeing her like this, Heaven instantly understood her heart and knew that she had forgotten that mysterious past.
Logically speaking, as the Heavenly Dao, it should be detached from worldly emotions, without heart or feelings, impartial and selfless, and not swayed by any personal feelings.
However, at this moment, looking at Qin Qianluo's expression full of doubt, confusion and helplessness, the Heavenly Dao unexpectedly felt a different kind of emotional fluctuation.
It was as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
The rise of this emotion was like the start of an invisible storm.
This made the already gloomy and oppressive clouds even darker, as if they had been corrupted by some evil force.
It became as thick as ink, so heavy it seemed it would pour down from the sky at any moment.
The entire sky seemed to be overwhelmed, pressed down extremely low by this oppressive force, like a giant mountain that could collapse at any moment, hanging heavily above everyone's heads.
It gives people a strong sense of oppression, as if even the air has become thick, making people panic and unable to breathe, as if the end of the world is about to come.
Qin Qianluo was annoyed by the oppressive atmosphere, and a strong sense of impatience welled up in her heart.
She suddenly waved her hand, her movements as swift and decisive as a sudden storm, as if to completely dispel the suffocating atmosphere.
Her gaze was sharp as she stared straight ahead and said loudly, "Stop with those tricks; they won't frighten me after all."
Now that I have arrived here, why have you been so slow to show yourself? Could it be that you have become the one who is hiding and refusing to show your face?
"They are, after all, 'old friends,' but I have never seen what kind of person they actually are."
Deep within the churning, dark sky, lightning, which had been raging like a furious dragon, blazed with a breathtaking light.
It was as if it had encountered a mysterious restrictive force originating from the deepest dimension of the universe, and it came to an abrupt halt in an instant.
At that moment, time seemed to be suddenly grasped by an invisible giant hand, and the whole world instantly fell into a chilling silence.
It was as if everything held its breath in that instant. At the same time, the sky, which seemed to be stained with endless ink, quietly began to lose some of its suffocating darkness.
It was as if the night sky, drawn by a mysterious force, was slowly pulled open with a sliver of light.
It was no longer like the inverted black abyss that had been before, so oppressive that it felt like being in an endless purgatory.
At this turbulent moment, a dazzling and brilliant white light appeared, like the first ray of dawn that had existed since the beginning of the universe.
Enveloped in a mysterious and sacred aura that transcends the mundane world, it emerges from the depths of the ethereal chaos.
With an unstoppable, overwhelming force, it swiftly converged before Qin Qianluo like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
This ray of light, as if alive, kept rotating and condensing, gradually outlining a hazy and illusory figure as it flowed.
At first, the figure appeared dreamlike and ethereal under the heavy light, making it difficult to see its face clearly.
However, one can tell from the simple yet elegant, smooth lines and unique charm of her clothing that it belongs to a woman.
Every fold of the clothing seemed to speak an ancient language that transcended time and space, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.
Most of the people on the ground were completely baffled by this strange phenomenon that defied common sense and seemed like something out of a fairy tale.
They stared wide-eyed at the sky, their eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion, as if they were in a bizarre dream, at a loss for what to do.
Or they huddled together, trembling, fear spreading wildly up their spines like invisible, cold vines, taking deep root in their hearts.
However, the expressions on Su Jinyun and the others' faces instantly turned as gloomy as the sky before a storm, solemn and unpleasant.
Their eyes burned with a flame of anger that seemed to want to burn away all the injustice and darkness in the world.
An uncontrollable surge of anger and confusion welled up within them, crashing against their reason like a raging tide.
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