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

His holy body was completely restored, and even reached a higher level, vaguely touching a higher threshold.

The aura around his body is perfect and harmonious, as if it has merged into one with the long river of time and space.

"The peak of the imperial realm... or in other words, one foot has already stepped into another level."

Ning Feng felt the surging power in his body and the stronger "Guixu" sword intent, and he understood something in his heart.

He stepped out of the long river of time and space and returned to reality.

The ancient battlefield was dead silent.

After the Dragon Emperor's fall, those enslaved prehistoric beasts seemed to have lost their backbone. The brutality and pain in their eyes gradually faded away, turning into confusion.

Then, they let out mournful cries of relief, and their huge bodies dissipated like quicksand, returning to heaven and earth.

The few remaining warriors are seizing this precious opportunity to heal their wounds and collect the remains of their companions.

The atmosphere is heavy and tragic.

Ning Feng's appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing that not only had his injuries recovered, but his aura was as deep as the ocean, everyone's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Feng'er!" Ning Zhan was the first to rush up and patted his shoulder heavily. His tiger eyes were filled with tears but also with pride.

"Good boy, I knew you wouldn't collapse so easily." The Great Demon God grinned, but his smile could not hide the fatigue and pain of heavy losses.

Yi Zhan walked over, looked at his grandson, and said in a deep voice: "It's good to recover. The next level will be more difficult to walk."

The leader sat cross-legged on the side, his face still pale.

The scroll of civilization was suspended in front of him, its light dim and covered with cracks, obviously severely damaged.

He looked at Ning Feng, his eyes filled with relief and solemnity, "Have you touched that threshold?"

Ning Feng nodded, without hiding anything, "I'm lucky to have gained some understanding, but the road ahead is still uncertain."

"Senior Lord, how are your injuries?"

The leader waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "The origin of the Civilization Scroll has been damaged. It will take time to recover, but we still have the strength to fight."

"What do you think of what the Dragon Emperor said?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Ning Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Regardless of whether 'Great Nirvana' is true or false, the current actions of the Heavenly Dao have made it the enemy of all living beings."

"If it truly fell in order to resist Nirvana, then we should destroy it and find the true way out."

"If this is just a lie from Heaven, then there's no need to say more."

"In short, whether it's fighting the Heavenly Dao or the Great Silence behind the scenes, they can't avoid the Heavenly Dao."

"well said."

The Great Demon God roared, "Who cares about nirvana or not? Let's kill this dog-food Heavenly Dao first."

Yi Zhan also nodded: "That's exactly what should be done."

"We cultivators go against the will of Heaven, seeking only a clear mind and a clear conscience."

"If beheading the Heavenly Dao doesn't end it, then let's continue the battle."

The leader took a deep breath and said, "If that's the case, then let's rest for a while, and then... march to the 22nd floor."

Half an hour later, the remaining warriors regrouped.

The number of people was less than half of the original number, and everyone was injured.

But his eyes became more determined, and his aura remained condensed. After the baptism of a series of bloody battles, the warriors now looked down upon life and death.

Everyone looked towards the end of the prehistoric battlefield, where there was a vortex entrance composed of countless broken laws and distorted light.

It was emitting an aura that was more frightening than any previous one.

That breath contained not only endless decay and destruction.

It is also mixed with a hint of... a soul-shaking sense of "nothingness".

"set off!"

Yizhan's white hair danced wildly, he held a giant thunder axe in his hand and took the lead.

Ning Feng and his father Ning Zhan followed closely behind, side by side.

The great demon god stood tall, and the leader, supported by two warriors, had a determined look in his eyes.

Everyone transformed into streams of light and resolutely rushed into the vortex that exuded an ominous aura.

The dizziness of time and space transformation is far greater than before, as if passing through endless ruins and cemeteries.

When everyone stepped onto the ground, an indescribable atmosphere of decay and death instantly enveloped everyone.

The scene on the 22nd battlefield made everyone's heart sink.