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

"Kill me...please..."

"Outsider... leave quickly... this is an eternal prison..."

Countless chaotic and painful thoughts surged toward Ning Feng like a tide.

It was as if it was trying to corrupt him, or perhaps pleading for his help.

boom,

Ning Feng's transcendent Daoist aura emanated naturally, forming an invisible domain that kept those frantic thoughts at bay.

At the same time, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, it slightly soothed some of the pain in the outermost part of the soul.

Following the increasingly clear fluctuations of his mother's soul, he sped towards the core area of ​​the graveyard.

Wherever it passed, the primordial power of chaos slightly dissipated, stabilizing the "rotten" fragments of spacetime considerably.

Even some of the faintest remnant souls showed a moment of peace after sensing this power.

It then completely dissipated, as if I had achieved true liberation.

His actions undoubtedly alarmed the managers of the cemetery.

Boom, boom, boom,

Several incredibly powerful figures, yet imbued with an aura of deathly stillness and order, blocked Ning Feng's path.

They are not living beings, but rather guardians created by the Heavenly Dao using the remains of some exceptionally powerful ancient emperors or gods and demons from the graveyard as materials, and infusing them with its own order and authority.

They come in various forms; some retain partial human shapes and are covered in cold, metallic armor of law, while others are pieced together from broken chains of law and decaying limbs of gods and demons.

All living beings had empty eyes, with only a burning, cold will bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, locking onto Ning Feng, the "intruder" and "great variable."

"Intruders into forbidden territory, kill them on sight..."

"Order must not be disrupted..."

"To merge, to become a part of..."

The soul emitted intermittent and icy thoughts, simultaneously unleashing a terrifying attack.

That was an attack that combined the power of annihilation with the order of the Heavenly Dao, enough to easily obliterate the existence of the terrifying emperor.

However, their power seems so laughable in the face of Ning Feng now.

Ning Feng didn't even use any supernatural powers; he merely glanced at the scene.

Buzz,

The primordial, primordial Daoist essence spread out like invisible ripples.

Those attacks, powerful enough to shatter a giant star, melted away silently and collapsed the moment they touched the Daoist principles, like ice and snow meeting the sun.

As for those Heavenly Guardians, their Heavenly Law armor shattered inch by inch, revealing the remnants and distorted will within.

It was quickly purified under the influence of the primordial chaos power.

It was reduced to its most basic particles, leaving not a trace.

Instant kill

A crushing defeat on a completely different level.

Ning Feng continued on his way without stopping.

These Heavenly Guards are not even qualified to make him take them even slightly seriously.

His goal remained the core area ahead, emanating the strongest fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao and his mother's soul.

As he went deeper, he encountered increasing resistance.

More powerful guards have emerged, and there are even some remnant souls of ancient emperors who have been completely enslaved by the Heavenly Dao.

They had long lost themselves, and at this moment, they unleashed their extraordinary powers from their previous lives, yet they bore the mark of the Heavenly Dao, charging forward fearlessly.

But the results were invariably the same.

Before the Primordial Chaos Dao Body and the Seed of Transcendence, all obstacles are as fragile as paper.

Ning Feng was like an emperor walking in his own backyard, invincible and unstoppable.

Finally, he traversed through layers of shattered time and space and prisons of the soul, arriving at the core of this epochal graveyard.

The scene before my eyes changed once again.

Ning Feng stood at the core of this chaotic ancient spacetime known as the Graveyard of Epochs.

The primordial chaos of the Dao naturally flowed, reflecting the most essential sorrow and despair of this world.

What he saw was no longer a simple fragmented spacetime, but countless battle spirits and sages forcibly imprisoned here, enduring the torment of eternal reincarnation.

They were heroes of various eras who defied the laws of nature and sought transcendence.

Now, however, it has become the "specimen" and "fuel" for the Heavenly Dao to maintain itself and study extinction.