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

At the moment when his will was about to sink,

Pictures flashed through my mind.

In the sea of ​​divine beasts, that humble figure, unwilling to accept his fate, struggled hard...

In the Yi family, those seemingly ruthless but hidden warmth...

On the road to the battle of heaven, those comrades who fought one after another, their robes stained with blood...

The teachings of the Lord, the laughter of the Great Demon, the protection of my father, the expectations of my grandfather...

The Earth Star Daoist tradition, the sages of all generations who burned themselves to protect him...

In the chaotic ancient time, those sentient beings who were enslaved by the virtuous Buddha, yet showed a trace of liberation under the "Tao Te Ching"...

And then there are the myriad worlds enslaved by the laws of heaven, the countless civilizations struggling under the shadow of annihilation...

Their faces, their voices, their hopes and despair are like countless streams.

In the end, they all merged into a majestic river, exploding in his almost dry heart.

"I... am not fighting alone."

"Behind me are countless heroic souls who have passed away."

“It’s countless struggling beings.”

"It's... the expectations accumulated throughout the entire prehistoric world, and even over countless epochs."

An indescribable force erupted from the deepest part of his holy body and the very origin of his soul.

It is not chaos, nor is it the primeval world, nor is it the return to the abyss. It even exceeds the scope of "transcendence".

It is an absolute will that I think, therefore I am.

It is an eternal belief that "the torch is passed on and civilization is immortal."

It is a kind of infinite courage that dares to challenge the ultimate "nothingness".

"Heavenly Dao, you regard all living beings as ants, emotions as redundant, and freedom as a variable."

"But you're wrong."

"It is this seemingly insignificant individual will, this spark of emotion that you think is redundant, this pursuit of freedom full of variables..."

"It is the most powerful and fundamental force to fight against this cold annihilation."

"Because it represents...life itself."

Ning Feng suddenly looked up, and an unprecedented bright light burst out from his originally dim eyes.

That light even temporarily dispelled the aura of desolation around it.

The Heavenly Dao Sword in his hand emitted an unprecedented buzzing sound.

On the sword.

All lines - chaos, primeval wasteland, return to the abyss, and even the original light,

At this moment, everything completely merged into a pure "original light" whose color could not be defined.

"This sword does not belong to the Primordial Chaos, the Primordial Desolation, the Returning Ruins, nor does it completely belong to Transcendence..."

"This sword is mine, Ning Feng. With my will, I merge the wishes of all living beings throughout eternity. I strike at your distorted order, at this ultimate annihilation..."

"The final answer..."

"This sword is called,"

"My way: the fire of fire, cuts through silence and extinction."

Ning Feng held the sword with both hands.

Facing the huge shadow of the Heavenly Dao,

Facing the endless realm of extinction.

Facing the attacks from the three original powers,

He struck out the most powerful sword in his life.

There was no sound, no escape of light, not even a fluctuation of energy.

There is only a "trace".

A line that seemed to be composed of countless epics of civilizations, prayers of all living beings, and indomitable fighting spirits.

And the "traces" formed by Ning Feng's absolute will.

This "trace" spread forward lightly.

Wherever it passed, the entangled tentacles of annihilation melted like ice and snow in the sun.

The fallen Sword of Judgment had countless fine cracks appearing on the blade, and eventually disintegrated into a pure stream of data.

The devouring Eye of Guixu trembled violently, as if it had encountered an incomprehensible existence.

Finally, it slowly closed and disappeared into nothingness.

The entangled snake of disorder hissed in fear, and its body broke into pieces, turning into chaotic fragments of laws, which were directly "combed" and calmed down by the "trace".

This "trace" ignored all defenses and all laws:

In a way that transcended logical understanding, it was directly imprinted on the core of the huge phantom of the Heavenly Dao.

Above that absolutely cold will.

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment at this moment in this realm of silence.

The eternal and unchanging coldness of the will of heaven suddenly became violent for the first time.

A fluctuation that can be called a "collapse".