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

Then, a surge of ecstasy welled up within him.

He actually...

I felt it clearly.

Father Ning Zhan, maternal grandfather Yi Zhan, the sovereign, the great demon god, Xuan Yuan, Chi Liao...

And the aura of all those who sacrificed themselves to fight against the heavens.

It was rapidly dissipating as the world collapsed, completely swallowed up by that power of annihilation.

"No...it will never end here."

Ning Feng let out a low roar, and his Primordial Undying Body burst forth with dazzling light.

The true meanings of the beginning, civilization, reincarnation, and transcendence flowed around him.

He sensed the terrifying power contained within the all-encompassing tide of annihilation.

However, it also keenly captured the spacetime turbulence caused by extreme destruction.

This turbulence is both a crisis and a unique opportunity.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved abruptly, actually heading towards the confluence of the most violent tide of annihilation and the turbulent flow of spacetime.

"With my primordial, primordial way, I ignite my inextinguishable will."

"Time and space...reversed!"

He swung his hands violently, drawing upon the immense power of the Heavenly Dao within his body, as well as the imprints of will left by all those who sacrificed themselves to fight against the heavens.

A faint yet incredibly resilient halo enveloped him, forcefully cleaving through the surging tide of annihilation, and charging headlong into the turbulent currents that were capable of shattering all order in space and time.

This is not moving through space, but going against the current in the river of time.

He intends to use the temporal chaos caused by the Great Annihilation to travel back in time and search for the warriors who have just died in battle.

If possible, he even wanted to find the warriors who had fallen in earlier times.

In the instant before their souls were completely consumed by annihilation, or before they remained in the imprint of time.

With supreme power, they were brought back.

The halo struggled forward through the colorful yet destructive turbulent currents of spacetime.

Ning Feng's gaze pierced through layers of time mist, sweeping across time nodes that were about to disappear or had already vanished, frantically searching for those familiar auras...

"wait for me……"

"You must wait for me."

His will, like a lone boat in a dark, raging tide, resolutely sailed toward that hopeless past.

He could sense it.

Those who fight against the heavens are constantly dying.

It is truly time for it to pass away.

boom,

A faint light enveloped Ning Feng.

Under the dual crushing force of the raging temporal turbulence and the annihilating tides.

He let out a groan of unbearable burden.

The timeline itself was also distorted, and the power of annihilation was tearing at his existence.

He went against the tide, each step he took seemed to be a struggle within an era.

He must not only resist the inertia of time and space that pushes him toward the "present".

We must also constantly avoid those tributaries of time that have been completely severed by the Great Desolation.

His divine sense radiated outwards with unprecedented intensity, like the most precise compass.

In the endless fragments of time, I search for that familiar yet tragic aura.

However, several years have passed in the blink of an eye since that departure.

Ning Feng truly became a wanderer adrift in the turbulent currents of time and space.

His Primordial Undying Body still shone brightly, but his clothes had long since become tattered and worn from countless energy surges and structural reorganizations.

His body was constantly struck by violent fragments of spacetime.

It exploded into a cloud of blood mist or cracked the surface.

And with the support of strong vitality and will, it healed rapidly.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, like a never-ending torture.

The void was silent, save for the deafening roar of destruction.

The low growl of the annihilating tide, the crisp sound of time and space breaking apart, and the subtle sounds of one's own bones and flesh reforming together constitute the entire background sound of this desperate journey.

Only in the mind,

The mysterious system's notification sound.

It still rang out regularly.

Like the only coordinate in the darkness,

It serves as a reminder of his own existence and the continuation of his mission.

[Ding! Day 6800 of being a simp! Congratulations, host, on obtaining the "All Saints Return to Buddhism" skill!]