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

In the darkness, a cold, indifferent will warns, "Transgressing the rules and prying into taboos will be punished."

In the streets and alleys, people's joys and sorrows seem to have become more patterned, lacking much of the spontaneity and intensity of the past.

A poet threw down his pen and said dejectedly, "I can't write real poetry anymore. I feel like all my emotions are on reins."

The boy successfully survived the tribulation, but there was little joy on his face; instead, he looked somewhat bewildered.

He watched the standardized tribulation clouds slowly dissipate and murmured to himself, "Is this... the Dao? Why do I feel like I'm in a giant cage, walking along a predetermined path?"

In the sky, the invisible net of rules flickered slightly, as if sensing the boy's confusion, and lowered a barely perceptible amount of suppression.

Instantly, the boy's heart sank, and he buried his doubts deep within himself.

Ning Feng's divine sense clearly perceived that an invisible order was forming.

All living beings are like puppets on strings; though they are alive, they are as if they are dead.

The vitality of the times is being slowly and steadily stifled, and a sense of oppression is surging in like a tide.

"When all living beings sense the shackles, it means that this era has come to an end."

Sure enough, order began to crumble in this near-ancient region.

Everything is fading away; in just a few hundred years, everything has turned into a fleeting dream.

He sighed,

One era after another comes to an end.

There is always a powerful hand controlling everything.

"The Heavenly Dao? The Great Annihilation, or some other existence? What is controlling all of this behind the scenes?"

Ning Feng pondered indifferently.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind that made his heart clench.

Ning Feng accelerated his speed as he traversed the turbulent flow of time and space, his divine sense spreading out like a spider web as he carefully sensed everything.

He followed the deepest throbbing in his bloodline, heading towards a desolate corner that made his soul tremble.

It has traversed countless fragments of time and space.

Ahead, an exceptionally cold and desolate area came into view.

The desolate power there carried a deep-seated sorrow and despair.

Ning Feng's golden body trembled slightly, and he rushed in without hesitation.

This desolate land is unlike any other place.

There are no traces of earth-shattering battles here, nor the ruins of civilization, only an eternally frozen world.

Within countless transparent ice crystals, lifelike figures are frozen.

They maintained the posture they had before they died, their faces frozen with their final emotions.

Most of them felt lost, longing, and resentment.

At the heart of that frozen world, within the largest rhomboid ice crystal, lies a beautiful figure that haunts Ning Feng's dreams.

She had a graceful figure and a gentle face.

Even though he was eternally frozen, a trace of melancholy and longing still lingered between his brows.

His gaze seemed to pierce through eternity, looking in a certain direction.

That direction was exactly where Ning Feng had come from.

"Mother……"

Ning Feng's body trembled violently; even his perfect golden body could barely contain the surging emotions within him.

He instantly arrived in front of the giant ice crystal, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face within it, his throat felt as if something was blocking it.

Also pronounced.

His mother, Yiyin.

They were actually trapped in a corner of this great desolation, enduring the eternal torment of being frozen.

Seemingly sensing the call of her bloodline, Yiyin, within the ice crystal, moved her frozen eyes very slightly.

A single, glistening teardrop.

It slowly condensed from the corner of my eye and slid down.

But the moment it left its eye socket, it was frozen at absolute zero and hung on its cheek.

"Mother!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Ning Feng unleashed a power that shook time and space from his perfected Heavenly Dao Supreme Golden Body.

His punch was a powerful strike imbued with a transcendent artistic conception and an understanding of the essence of annihilation.

Wherever the fist passed, the eternal ice crystals, powerful enough to freeze the soul and obliterate the laws, seemed to have encountered their nemesis, emitting crisp "crackling" sounds and rapidly spreading countless cracks.