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

He clutched a tattered corner of the scroll tightly in his hand.

That represents a completely annihilated branch of civilization; his eyes are empty and weary.

He separated a wisp of his divine consciousness, entrusting a fragment of his soul to a painting, which then traveled through various times and spaces.

An attempt to reclaim the fragmented souls of the fallen warriors and revive them in the future.

However, it is too difficult. The warriors have gone through several cycles of reincarnation, and the divine souls remaining in various time and space have been collected many times, making it very difficult to find them again.

……

boom,

Ning Zhan knelt on the ground, his spear planted beside him, one hand covering his chest, with essence blood containing lightning seeping out from between his fingers.

He coughed violently, each cough aggravating the hideous wounds all over his body.

Yi Zhan leaned against a boulder, his massive Thunder Axe lying to the side, its blade riddled with nicks.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his once robust body now appeared somewhat hunched.

"Is the inventory finished?" The Great Demon God's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

An ancient being, missing a horn and shrouded in dim flames, responded in a low voice, "Those still capable of fighting, including you and me, number less than seven hundred: the Qilin Ancestor, the Heavenly Phoenix Empress, the Lord of War..."

"They all perished in the 'Myriad Paths Soul-Crushing Array' on the previous level, their souls and spirits utterly destroyed, leaving not even a trace behind..."

A dead silence.

The heavy sorrow and despair weighed on everyone's heart like a real mountain.

They fought for too long and sacrificed too much; every inch of the land beneath their feet was soaked in the blood of their comrades and predecessors.

Ahead, the aura of the Heavenly Dao itself remained vast and unfathomable.

Where is the hope? I can't see it.

"Can we... still go on?" A young warrior asked, his face bearing an indescribable air of weariness.

At this moment, she was also filled with confusion and fear, and two tear tracks streamed down her face.

The sovereign slowly raised his head, gazing at the distorted sky, and murmured, "The lights of civilization are being extinguished one by one..."

Are we the last fireflies?

Ning Zhan slammed his fist into the ground, creating a deep crater, and roared, "Even if only one person is left, we will fight!"

"For what has passed, and for what will come."

He thought of Ning Feng, who was his last source of support and hope.

The Great Demon God took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the grief and exhaustion in his heart, and his single eye rekindled a fierce fighting spirit. "That's right, what are you crying for? Those who died were heroes."

"Those who are alive must continue their path,"

"As long as the Way of Heaven is undying, the battle against Heaven will never end. Everyone, perk up!"

at this time,

"Buzz!"

A powerful and unpredictable Daoist aura, brimming with boundless vitality and transcendence, descended upon this blood-soaked wasteland without warning.

This rhythm is like a spring breeze sweeping across an icy plain, like sweet rain falling on parched earth.

Instantly, everyone's injuries showed signs of healing.

The inescapable curse of the Heavenly Dao and the scars of annihilation, under the cleansing influence of this Daoist aura, began to slowly melt away, like ice and snow under the sun.

The nauseating, rotten smell in the air was dispelled.

Instead, it brings a sense of tranquility and freshness.

"This is?"

All the warriors who fought against the heavens, including the Great Demon God, the Common Lord, Ning Zhan, and Yi Zhan, were suddenly shaken and raised their heads in disbelief, looking towards the source of the Daoist aura.

All that could be seen was the summit of that crumbling, massive mountain.

Suddenly, another figure appeared.

He stood tall and straight, enveloped in a chaotic, simple, and ethereal light, obscuring his face.

Yet it seemed to be the center of the entire world.

He stood there like a pillar of strength, instantly calming the chaotic laws of the land and bringing unprecedented peace and stability.

"Feng'er?"

Ning Zhan was the first to recognize that blood-connected throbbing, and he cried out in surprise, his voice trembling with indescribable excitement.

"Ning Feng." The Great Demon God's single eye flashed with a terrifying light as he stared intently at the figure.

Because at this moment, he actually felt a profound aura that far surpassed his own, and even exceeded that of the supreme ruler.

Instantly, a hoarse sound came from his throat, like suppressed laughter, "Good, good lad! You're finally... back."

The tattered scroll in the hands of the sovereign spontaneously radiated unprecedented brilliance.

An excited blush spread across his aged face, and his lips trembled as he said, "This Daoist aura transcends everything; it is true transcendence. You... you've succeeded. You've reached that stage?"

Yi Zhan suddenly stood up straight, his tiger eyes wide open, staring at the figure on the mountaintop, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.

Then, he burst into a deafening laugh, “Hahaha, I knew it! My grandson is destined to cause trouble!”

All the surviving warriors, no matter how badly injured, struggled to their feet, their eyes burning as they gazed at the figure atop the mountain.

Hope, like a spark that ignites a prairie fire, reignited in their desolate hearts.

Ning Feng's gaze swept over the familiar yet weathered and bloodstained faces below.

Seeing the excitement and anticipation in the eyes of my father, grandfather, the sovereign, and the great demon god, my heart was also filled with turmoil.

He slowly stepped forward, descending from the mountaintop to stand before the crowd.

“Father, grandfather, senior sovereign, senior great demon god… fellow Daoists,” his voice was calm, yet carried a comforting and reassuring power, “I have returned.”

A simple "I'm back"

In an instant, it acted like a stabilizing force, calming everyone's minds.

His return was like casting a sun into an abyss of endless darkness and despair, enough to illuminate the way forward.