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

His opponent is not a physical entity.

Rather, it is the destructive storm formed by the omnipresent cataclysm of the era, strangling and killing with the laws.

He did not perish in that battle.

However, he went from being the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan to becoming the Dragon Soul Emperor of the Heavenly Dao.

This world has shattered.

Ning Feng strode out, directly entering the next chaotic ancient space-time.

As his divine senses flowed, Ning Feng saw an even more primitive and desolate land.

The sky was overcast, the earth was riddled with ravines, and the wind whipped up sand and gravel, making for an extremely harsh environment.

A group of ancient people, barely clothed and emaciated, are struggling to migrate through a valley about to be swallowed by lava.

This was at the end of ancient times, when the world and its environment underwent drastic changes, volcanoes erupted, floods raged, and ferocious beasts ran rampant.

This small human tribe is a microcosm of countless tribes struggling to survive.

"Go, hurry, the mountain god is angry."

An old priest with his face painted and holding a bone staff shouted hoarsely.

One of his arms was missing, and the wound was gruesome.

A child fell to the ground and cried loudly.

His mother tried to pull him up, but was hit by a rolling boulder and died instantly.

The cries of children were barely audible amidst the roar of the disaster.

"Mother!" A boy with bloodshot eyes tried to rush back, but was held back tightly by the burly man beside him.

"Tiger Fang, calm down, your mother is already... hurry up and leave."

The boy named Tiger Tooth bit his lip so hard that blood flowed freely.

He suddenly grabbed a sharp rock from the ground and roared like a beast at the lava that was devouring his home, "Why? What did we do wrong? We just wanted to survive."

The old priest staggered over, his cloudy eyes filled with vicissitudes and helplessness. "Child, heaven and earth are indifferent. We did nothing wrong, we were just too weak."

He stroked a piece of animal bone engraved with simple symbols, which was the "fire" passed down through the tribe.

"Grandpa Priest, will we die?" another little girl asked, trembling.

The old priest looked at the approaching crimson lava behind him, then at the endless darkness ahead, and said hoarsely, "I don't know, but as long as one of us is alive, as long as the 'fire seed' remains, humanity... will not perish. Humanity cannot perish."

He raised his bone staff high and, with his last ounce of strength, chanted an ancient prayer, his voice both mournful and resolute.

It was as if they were saying their final goodbye to this world that was about to destroy them.

The surviving members of the tribe, supporting each other, disappeared into the shadow of disaster, carrying with them the only glimmer of hope in their despair.

Ning Feng's divine sense could perceive that humility in defying fate.

That tenacity and the despair that seeped into one's very bones.

boom,

Ning Feng took a step forward and arrived in front of the old man. The old man was surprisingly moved and looked at Ning Feng, "You are…"

"I am someone from beyond the chaotic past."

"Beyond the Chaotic Ancient Times?" the old man asked, puzzled.

Ning Feng nodded, "That's right, outside of the Chaotic Ancient Era."

The old man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly asked, "Has this era passed? Does the human race still exist?"

His expression was full of hope as he awaited Ning Feng's response.

However, before Ning Feng could speak,

The scenery changed again, and Ning Feng arrived at a magnificent city floating in the clouds.

"The Middle Ages,"

Ning Feng squinted, quickly recognizing the place.

Legend has it that during the Middle Ages, all schools of thought perished.

In the ancient Middle Ages, a hundred schools of thought contended, and cultivation and technology reached their peak.

But they touched some taboo, or perhaps the cycle of time simply came to an end.

A kind of "conceptual demise" is coming.

As for this place, it seems to be a symbol of a brilliant civilization in the Middle Ages, the Hundred Schools Academy.

Boom boom boom,

The buzzing sound continued incessantly.

Countless dazzling flying boats shuttled back and forth, and magnificent buildings were engraved with various laws and runes.

The air was filled with an aura of wisdom and Taoist principles.

However, at this moment, the giant city is slowly turning into transparent bubbles from the edge and disappearing into nothingness.

A Taoist leader, dressed in a robe adorned with stars, stood on the highest observatory, watching his fingers gradually turn transparent. He sighed deeply, “The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao. Only today do I realize that the ‘Tao’ we have been pursuing is also within this calamity. How laughable, how lamentable, hahahaha.”