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

Beside him, a mechanical scholar shrouded in metallic and energetic light spoke in a cold, synthesized voice, “Incomprehensible, insurmountable, about to perish. We have fought for so long, searched for so long for a way out, but in the end, it’s all for nothing?”

A Legalist sage, holding a legal code and surrounded by texts of laws and decrees, attempted to solidify his existence with supreme laws, proclaiming, "The law states: This place, this body, is eternally indestructible!"

However, the words of the decree vanished like smoke as soon as they were uttered.

He looked surprised, then gave a bitter smile. "Laws... also need to exist as a foundation. If the foundation is gone, where will the law rest?"

A woman of unparalleled beauty is playing a final, exquisite piece of music, her voice attempting to hold onto this last vestige of brilliance.

But one by one the strings snapped, and the notes vanished.

She said softly, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. So this is what annihilation is... the beauty of stillness."

After saying this, the person and the zither turned into points of light.

Within the academy, countless cultivators, scholars, and craftsmen frantically experimented with various secret techniques.

Some calmly organized the last pages of their books, while others sat embracing each other, watching each other fade away…

There were no screams, no explosions, only a suffocating funeral.

This was a silent funeral for civilization.

"Our civilization, our wisdom, everything—is it all ultimately just a mirage?" a young student asked blankly, watching his teacher disappear.

The Taoist elder who was the first to dissipate before completely turning into nothingness.

The final words, echoing in Ning Feng's mind, remained: "Those who come after, remember that you shone brightly... and it will not have been in vain..."

The entire magnificent Hundred Schools Academy, along with the countless wise lives within it and the vast ocean of knowledge.

It simply vanished quietly and completely, as if it had never existed.

Ning Feng felt the helplessness and sorrow of a civilization at its peak facing ultimate nothingness.

Ning Feng closed his eyes. "Shackles."

It felt like millions of years had passed, yet it also felt like only a fleeting moment.

Having gone through these eras: the primordial era, the ancient era, the prehistoric era, and the medieval era.

Throughout these eras, he had a strong illusion that destruction was not the only thing that existed.

There is another kind of shackle, which, invisibly, has locked up this world and all living beings.

"here we go again."

Ning Feng opened his eyes.

Sure enough, in the near ancient times,

Finally, Ning Feng's divine sense was pulled into a relatively young era.

The world is governed by well-ordered rules, and everything seems to operate according to a fixed pattern.

High in the sky, a vast and indistinct net of rules seems to cover everything.

“In ancient times, the order of Heaven was initially stabilized and began to manifest its influence.”

"It provides a relatively stable environment for all living beings, but it also begins to curb 'variables'."

“Suppressing overly powerful individuals and the possibility of challenging the order.”

"Unbeknownst to them, all living beings have put on invisible shackles."

Ning Feng muttered to himself.

Clearly, he had already sensed this shackle.

Within a colossal human city, a remarkably talented youth is striving to reach an even higher level of cultivation, while tribulation clouds begin to gather in the sky.

However, the tribulation clouds were not a test of nature.

Both its form and power are strictly limited, giving it a cold, almost programmed feel.

"Strange, this tribulation lightning... feels very special, as if it was pre-programmed."

The boy gave a wry smile and said jokingly.

As always.

He couldn't feel the grandeur and randomness that should exist in the world.

It felt more like completing a pre-arranged task.

He possessed a system that allowed him to sense the universe. An old cultivator in the city sighed, "Be content, child."

"Today, the Heavenly Way is manifest and the order is well-maintained. At least it is not like the ancient times recorded in ancient books, where people would die and their Dao would perish at any time."

"As long as you follow the rules, you can cultivate in peace."

Elsewhere, there is a sect that attempts to deduce the secrets of heaven and explore the origin of the world.

The mountain-protecting formation suddenly collapsed without warning, and the elders in the sect coughed up blood one after another, leaving the heavenly secrets in complete chaos.