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

Their fragments of souls are scattered here, repeating their most obsessive actions in different eras of annihilation: chanting scriptures, killing, or devouring...

They suffer endless cycles of pain, unable to escape or truly dissipate.

"So... the Great Annihilation is not only the end of matter, but also a prison for the soul?" Ning Feng suddenly realized. "All the powerful beings devoured by Annihilation have their soul imprints trapped here, enduring eternal torment?"

"If the nine crippled Buddhas are like this, then is it...?"

Ning Feng guessed that it was because, in that remaining scene,

Ning Feng saw that the Nine Crippled Buddhas were not the most heinous villains of the past, nor were they lackeys of the Heavenly Dao.

Everything is formed after birth; no one knows what they went through.

With a thought, Ning Feng stepped forward.

"At the end of the primordial era, the Dragon Emperor shed his blood,"

A voice reached Ning Feng's ears.

At this moment, he had already stepped into a chaotic ancient time and space at the end of the primordial era.

At this moment, Ning Feng's divine sense descended like an invisible ghost beneath a shattered sky.

The sky was dark red, covered with huge cracks, like scars on the world.

On the earth, once majestic mountains turned to dust, and vast oceans evaporated, leaving only dry abysses.

From the depths of this abyss, a blue dragon, now only half its body remaining, struggled to fly towards them, its eyes filled with tears of blood. "Your Majesty, the Eastern Dragon Realm... is utterly annihilated. Those bastards... didn't even have time to let out a wail..."

The Dragon Emperor raised his enormous head and looked at the all-consuming tribulation clouds. His voice was like eternal thunder, yet it carried endless weariness and sorrow.

His eyes were filled with tears of blood. "I understand. Step down. Protect the last dragons and send them away. Send them to the War God. I opposed this path back then, but it seems the War God was right."

"All living beings are like ants, how long can they live on in this world? They can be killed at any time anyway."

He turned his head and looked at the few remaining dragon elders beside him.

One of the old dragons, engulfed in the flames of rebirth, roared, "Your Majesty, fight it! Burn our remnant souls, and perhaps we can find a glimmer of hope!"

The Dragon Emperor slowly shook his head, his dragon eyes reflecting the desolation of all races.

A giant Kun fell amidst a rain of blood, a divine phoenix cried out in the flames, and a Qilin turned into a stone statue amidst the collapsing mountains and rivers...

"It's no use. This calamity... is beyond our power to overcome. It's that this primordial world... has reached the end of its lifespan."

He suddenly extended his sharp claws, tearing through the void, and pulled out a dragon pearl covered in cracks.

That is the origin of the primordial dragon race.

"In the name of the Dragon Emperor, I burn the last of my primordial dragon blood to protect the last wisp of my race's true spirit, and then vanish into nothingness."

"In the future... perhaps there will be a new world."

"Your Majesty!" the dragons cried out in grief.

"Go!" the Dragon Emperor roared, and the Dragon Pearl unleashed its final brilliance.

It formed a tiny sanctuary, enveloping a few young dragons and their souls, and forcibly sent them into the chaotic spacetime rift.

After doing all this, his body began to disintegrate inch by inch in the storm of tribulation lightning.

In his final moments, the Dragon Emperor gazed in the direction of Ning Feng's divine sense, as if sensing something, and let out a sigh that resonated throughout the end times, "Those who come after, witness this, this is... the end of the primordial world..."

Before the words were finished, an endless storm of destruction completely engulfed the towering dragon shadow.

Only a few specks of golden dragon blood radiance, like the last stars, flashed and disappeared in the silence.

Ning Feng's divine sense sensed a powerful and tragic will of defiance that was impacting his mind.

He thought of that Dragon Emperor.

The Great Demon God and the Supreme Lord once recounted his legend.

That era,

It is the final battle of the primordial world.

The dragon race, which once ruled over all races, is on the verge of collapse under an irresistible epochal calamity.

The Dragon Emperor, that once mighty and powerful being whose scales and claws covered the sky, now stands atop the ruins of Wanzhou Mountain.

His enormous dragon body was covered in wounds, and golden dragon blood flowed like lava, scorching the shattered earth.