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

There were primitive ancestors who were naked and kneeling on the ground to pray for their lives.

There are ancient warriors who fought bloody battles and never gave up until their death.

There are ancient scholars who look up at the stars and explore the truth.

There are men and women, young and old, hundreds of millions of races, countless creatures...

Their figures were blurry and transparent, with confusion, pain, piety, despair...all kinds of emotions on their faces.

These were all sentient beings that once existed in the chaotic ancient times, and were eventually either buried by the times or sacrificed and saved by these meritorious and remnant Buddhas in the name of "merit".

At this moment, they were forcibly awakened and transformed into carriers of the purest "merit and karma".

"Sing my true name, and you will see eternity in the cycle of reincarnation..."

"The merits are immeasurable, and they can save us from all suffering..."

The phantoms of billions of sentient beings chanted the Sutra of Merit in unison.

Their voices merged into a torrent, filled with endless aspirations, obsessions, karma, and...

A distorted will of "dedication".

This torrent was not an attack, but like warm sunshine and sweet raindrops, all of it rushed towards Ning Feng madly.

They would penetrate his body, saturate his soul, and disintegrate his will.

Transform his existence, his power, and everything about him into the purest power of merit.

Integrate into this chaotic ancient time and space and become the nourishment to stabilize the existence of the nine remaining Buddhas.

This is an attack more terrifying than any sword.

It comes from the erosion of beliefs and the essence of existence.

……

Ning Feng instantly fell into an unprecedented crisis.

The warm light of merit shining on him made him feel as if he was thrown into a furnace.

His chaotic energy began to become stagnant, as if it was about to be "purified" into orderly energy.

His primordial power began to become restless, driven by the endless power of wishes, and was about to escape from his control.

Even the "Guixu" sword intent that represents the end trembled slightly amid the prayers and karma of hundreds of millions of living beings, as if it had met its nemesis.

What is even more terrifying is the erosion at the soul level.

Countless fragments of memories, emotional fluctuations and obsessions of sentient beings.

It flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness like a virus.

He seemed to be experiencing billions of different lives at the same time, feeling their joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death.

The huge flow of information almost overwhelmed his self-awareness.

"Give it up and join us...in the bliss we will find."

"Resistance is futile... This is the path of virtue..."

"Become part of the merit, become eternal..."

Thoughts full of temptation and corrosive power are pervasive.

Ning Feng's holy body began to glow, but it was not his own original light.

Instead, it is a golden light with a peaceful atmosphere that is emitted after being infected by the power of merit.

His eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes struggling, and sometimes revealing an indifference as if he had seen through the world.

"No, my way is to transcend, how can I be converted by you?"

He roared, frantically exerting his strength to resist, slashing out with gray "transcendent" sword intent, trying to sever the omnipresent bond of merit and vows.

Wherever the sword intent passes, it can indeed clear out a small area and kill the phantoms of many living beings.

But the willpower of all living beings in the entire chaotic ancient time and space was too huge, like a vast sea of ​​stars, and what he destroyed was just a drop in the ocean.

More wishes came one after another, like a cancer attached to the bone, constantly penetrating and eroding.

His resistance grew weaker and weaker, the golden color stained on the holy body became richer and richer, and the clarity in his eyes gradually diminished.

Several times, his consciousness almost completely sank and was about to be assimilated by the endless sea of ​​merit.

It was all thanks to his unyielding will and his obsession with fighting the sky that he managed to forcibly awaken a trace of his self at the last moment.

But the situation is already precarious.

Like a small boat in a storm, it may capsize at any time.

……

Just when Ning Feng was about to be completely refined by the Nine Meritorious Buddhas with the eternal will of all living beings in the chaotic ancient time and space,

Far away in countless time and space, there is the homeland that has been forgotten for a long time, but carries countless hopes and heritages, the Earth.