Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

Tragic, desolate,

And it is full of endless challenges.

Ning Feng stood side by side with the Co-Lord, the Great Demon God and others, standing at the forefront of all the warriors.

"This time," the Lord's voice was deep and rang out in everyone's ears, "I may fall into eternal reincarnation, or I may die and disappear, or perhaps... I can carve out a bright future for all the souls like us."

"Are you afraid?"

"No fear!" The roar shattered the galaxy.

"Can you regret it?"

"No regrets!"

"Alright!" The Great Demon roared to the sky, "Then follow me—Zhan Tian!"

"Battle! Heaven!"

Ning Feng took a deep breath, and the Chaos Primordial Holy Body roared slightly.

There was a certain resonance between me and the starry sky, the comrades around me, and the gate to heaven.

He took one last look back in the direction of Earth, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and then turned into resolute determination.

The next moment, he took the first step forward and stepped onto the ancient road paved with dead bones.

"Set off."

The voice was calm, but it was like a battle horn, resounding in the hearts of every warrior.

Led by Ning Feng, the Lord, and the Great Demon God, thousands of warriors transformed into streams of light and resolutely set foot on the ultimate battlefield leading to the top of the sky.

The road to battle!

Ning Feng took a step forward and stepped onto the ancient path paved with endless dry bones and broken divine weapons.

There was a touch under my feet that was not real.

It is a kind of sadness and tenacity that goes straight to the soul.

It seems that every step is stepping on the backbones and wills of countless pioneers throughout the ages.

Behind him was a torrent of thousands of warriors, led by the Common Lord and the Great Demon God.

The towering Heavenly Gate in front was getting closer and closer, and the pressure it exuded was almost condensed into substance, enough to crush an ordinary holy realm.

But for this group of warriors who have already put life and death aside.

This pressure, on the contrary, aroused their even more intense fighting spirit.

Finally, Ning Feng was the first to touch the bizarre portal.

The portal was chaotic and hazy. There was no earth-shattering noise, only a humming sound that seemed to come from the beginning of the universe.

His figure, along with the torrent behind him, was instantly swallowed up by the endless chaotic light.

A brief feeling of weightlessness and dizziness came, as if penetrating countless barriers of time and space.

When his vision became clear again, Ning Feng found himself in a strange place that was difficult to describe in words.

The sky is broken, not the stars.

Instead, it seems to be made up of countless broken mirrors.

Each "mirror" reflects a bizarre scene that keeps changing.

The earth was charred black, covered with bottomless cracks, and the air was filled with the ancient smell of blood and the burnt smell of the collapsed laws.

The tattered battle flag was stuck diagonally on the scorched earth. It had long been rotten, but it still stubbornly refused to fall.

The huge skeleton was half buried in the dust.

Some are of unimaginable size.

Some are clearly humanoid, yet as massive as mountains, emitting a heart-pounding residual aura of oppression.

This is the first level of the Heavenly Dao battlefield.

However, what shocked Ning Feng the most was not the desolation and desolation of the battlefield.

Rather, it was the scene reflected by countless mirrors in the broken sky.

That is not a simple illusion.

But it is what really happened, and it is what happened to all living beings throughout the endless river of time.

He saw a world with highly developed scientific and technological civilization, but because an accidental observation touched the mystery of the origin of the universe, endless thunderstorms of heavenly punishment were brought down.

The prosperous city and the billions of lives it contained were instantly reduced to charcoal.

The desperate wails seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of time and space and resound directly in the depths of the soul.

……

He saw a brilliant monk who had practiced hard for thousands of years and was about to break through and get a glimpse of the secret of immortality, but out of nowhere, he developed a demonic fire in his heart. It was not because of his own practice that was wrong.

Instead, a mysterious will forcefully intervened, causing his foundation to collapse and his spirit and soul to be destroyed at the peak moment.

The unwilling and angry look was frozen in the mirror.

……

He saw a peaceful farming planet with good weather and kind people. But suddenly, a meteorite fell from the sky, flooding the land and tearing it apart...