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

That icy chill was no ordinary temperature.

Rather, it is the "force of extinction" that acts directly on the essence of existence.

The thread is so thick that it penetrates every pore.

His primordial light flickered in this absolute "nothingness" like a candle in a strong wind.

Every time the light flickered, it was swallowed up by the surrounding silence.

The wounds on the holy body left by the battle with the Heavenly Dao are not only unable to heal.

Instead, it slowly expanded under the erosion of the power of annihilation.

He felt that his own energy and spirit, and even his understanding of the laws of the universe, were like quicksand in an hourglass.

Being pulled away bit by bit.

There is no direction, no reference.

Even the concept of moving forward becomes blurred.

Time here loses its linear meaning. Perhaps only a moment has passed in the outside world, but to him it seems as if he has been walking alone for tens of millions of years.

He once tried to explore with his divine sense,

But as soon as the divine consciousness left the body, it was like a drop in the ocean, assimilated by the annihilation, and all that was fed back was deeper coldness and nothingness.

The horror of the Great Nirvana lies in the fact that it is not a violent destruction.

Rather, it is like boiling a frog in warm water, a complete negation and erasure of "existence" itself.

It does not reject any form of energy or matter, but calmly "returns" them to zero and turns them into a part of itself.

Ning Feng held on to the clarity in his mind, and with his unyielding will, he drove his nearly exhausted holy body and trudged on.

He didn't know where he was going, he only knew that he couldn't stop, because stopping would mean eternal damnation.

He is at war with the ultimate enemy of the entire universe, lonely and desperate, yet with a hint of stubbornness that refuses to extinguish.

In the seemingly endless asceticism, Ning Feng's consciousness was repeatedly tempered in extreme pressure and long loneliness.

At a certain moment, a light bulb went off in his mind, and he recalled the final battle between him and the nine meritorious and broken Buddhas in the chaotic ancient time and space.

The scene where the power of the Tao Te Ching from the Taoist tradition on Earth penetrates the barrier of time and space and descends.

It is not a pure transfer of power, but rather a resonance beyond time and space based on the inheritance of civilization and causal connections.

"In absolute 'nothingness', is there also an indelible imprint of 'something'?"

"Even if it's just a tiny hint..."

Ning Feng was enlightened and he no longer tried to fight against the Great Silence with brute force.

Instead, he immersed all his mind into his body, with the increasingly condensed "transcendence" artistic conception as the core.

Combining the ultimate understanding of chaos, the wilderness, and the return to the abyss, he carefully peeled off a wisp of his own original divine energy.

This process is extremely dangerous, just like walking on a tightrope on a cliff thousands of feet high. One can be very dangerous if one is not careful.

This wisp of divine energy will be swallowed up by annihilation, and his original body may also be completely disintegrated.

He relied on his understanding of the "glimmer of hope" in "reincarnation" and "return to the abyss".

Wrapping this ray of divine energy in a disguise that simulates a state of "extinction" is like lighting an almost invisible lamp in the darkness.

Finally, he caught it.

At the edge of the boundless realm of annihilation, he sensed an extremely faint "coordinate" that resonated with his own Dao trace.

That was the chaotic ancient era in which he had fought for six thousand years, a trace left in the turbulence of time and space before it completely collapsed.

"kill."

Ning Feng's hair flew wildly, and without hesitation, he used the power of "transcendence" as a bow and the resonant coordinate as an arrow to shoot out the divine energy that carried part of his will and memory.

This blow almost exhausted his last bit of strength, and his holy body instantly dimmed to the extreme.

That ray of divine energy turned into an imperceptible stream of light, cleverly avoiding the erosion of the main body of Nirvana.

Following that faint coordinate connection, like a fish swimming upstream.

With difficulty but with determination, he broke through the boundary barrier of "Great Nirvana".

Just like that, he plunged headfirst into the turbulent flow of time and space.

This wisp of divine energy drifted in the chaotic torrent of time and space, experiencing countless bizarre fragmented scenes and feeling the breath of different eras.

It is more fragile than the main body and is at risk of being torn apart by turbulence at any time.

But its goal is clear, and it is firmly locked on the familiar feeling of being connected by blood and fighting spirit with Ning Zhan, the Great Demon God and others.

I don't know how long I drifted in the turbulent current.

It finally sensed the area where the familiar aura of war gathered, outside the 98th floor of the Heavenly Dao battlefield.

The divine energy exhausted its last bit of strength and penetrated the barrier of chaotic concepts.

In a faint light, it condensed into a slightly illusory clone of Ning Feng's Dao power.

boom,

The Great Demon, Ning Zhan and others were resting in front of him, and everyone was injured.

However, the moment the void was torn apart, everyone was cheered up.

"The Heavenly Beast?"

"Devour the Behemoth?"

The leader stood up and looked at the chaotic energy indifferently.

The Great Demon and others also stood up and looked at the shadow in the turbulence in front of them.

Finally, a figure gradually became clear.

"Feng'er?!"

Ning Zhan was the first to notice the spatial fluctuation and turned his head suddenly.

When he saw the illusory clone of Ning Feng, he was first filled with unbelievable ecstasy, which then turned into intense worry.

The Ning Feng in front of him had a weak breath and an illusory figure, obviously not his real body.

The Great Demon God's single eye widened as he took a step forward, pressing his claws against the clone's body. His voice was filled with unprecedented gravity, "Ning Feng? No, it's just the clone. Where's your real body? This...what's going on?"

The co-leader's expression also changed drastically. The broken scroll of civilization glowed faintly. He tried to deduce, but was disturbed by the chaotic aura of time and space on his clone's body.

Ning Feng's clone looked at the familiar faces in front of him, although they were tired.

But the fighting spirit in his eyes was not extinguished.