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

[Note: By performing this technique, all saints will return to oneness. With just a single call, all saints will return, and all natural laws will return to their proper places and unite!]

The sound was like a clear spring.

It briefly cleansed his mind, which had become almost numb from long-term lonely battles.

"All saints return to Buddha..."

As he pondered the name, a sudden realization dawned on him.

This is a supreme art of summoning and unification.

Its core essence lies in unity and return.

If this method can be used as a starting point, in conjunction with his ongoing rescue efforts…

The thought had barely formed when another system notification interrupted his thoughts:

[Ding, the 6801st day of being a simp, congratulations to the host for obtaining...]

[Space-Time Beacon Stabilization Technique!]

[Note: By establishing a stable beacon in the chaotic river of time and space, guiding the way home, and anchoring oneself, one can remain neither lost nor confused even if all ages are overturned!]

Spacetime Beacon Stabilization Technique.

A brilliant light suddenly burst forth in Ning Feng's eyes.

This is a godsend.

He was struggling to pinpoint his location and avoid getting lost in the chaotic flow of time and space, and this method directly solved his biggest problem.

He can use this technique to place a beacon at the time-space node where the remnant soul is saved.

Not only can it ensure that one does not get lost in the distorted spacetime during the rescue process, but it may also be used to build a safe "return" path in the future.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began to comprehend and practice the newly acquired Spacetime Beacon Stabilization Technique.

The primordial chaos immortal body's Dao patterns flowed, deeply resonating with the laws of time and space.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, mixing his own essence and blood with the primordial Daoist principles, towards the fragment of spacetime that was about to be completely annihilated, the one where he had just successfully guided a faint remnant soul.

Suddenly,

Buzz,

An incredibly resilient and stable point of chaotic light, like a nail, was deeply embedded in that turbulent spacetime structure.

The light spot is closely connected to Ningfeng's origin, clearly transmitting back its own coordinates and the imprint of that moment in time.

become,

With this signpost, he had his first reliable "lighthouse" in this chaotic labyrinth of time and space.

With greatly increased hope, Ning Feng was invigorated and continued to use his unwavering will to push forward the profound meaning of the return of all saints to Buddhism, using it as a powerful aid of "induction" and "guidance".

He no longer simply searches passively.

Instead, it actively emanates a Daoist rhythm of unity and return.

"Return..."

"Souls of War, heed my command! Return when it is time to return!"

He silently recited in his heart, taking himself as a lighthouse and the true meaning of all saints returning to Buddha as a clarion call.

The effect is immediate.

In an instant, the aura of the remnant souls of the War Gods, which he sensed and which were scattered in the more distant or hidden folds of space-time, suddenly became several times clearer.

Some marks that were originally so faint as to be almost imperceptible began to flicker as if summoned.

"over there."

Ning Feng's eyes were like lightning as he locked onto a direction, braving the even more turbulent currents, and resolutely and arduously made his way through.

Behind them, the remnant soul of the Heavenly Dao, formed from resentment, roared with increasing agitation and rage, relentlessly pursuing them.

However, Ning Feng, relying on his newly acquired spacetime beacon technique, always managed to narrowly avoid its most fatal attacks, and while saving the remnant soul, he also set up new beacons.

Salvation, in the darkness of despair.

Finally, a faint glimmer of hope for systemic change has appeared.

Like a stubborn fisherman, he scoops up those indomitable sparks that should have been lost in the final torrent.

The road ahead remains long and dangerous.

At the same time, he silently comprehended the supernatural powers he had gained over the years.

Each one is domineering and incredibly difficult, requiring time to mature and be worn down.

This is a double-edged sword; if used well, it can break free from constraints and save more battle spirits.

If used improperly, it may backfire and hasten one's own annihilation and assimilation.

He kept it in mind as a last resort, a desperate measure.

However, these accumulated rewards were all tailor-made for him, greatly enhancing Ning Feng's ability to rescue battle spirits in desperate situations, as well as his survivability and mobility.

At this moment, Ning Feng's figure, amidst endless darkness and fragmentation, became even more resolute and swift.

Faint wisps of soul light were constantly pulled back from the brink of destruction and incorporated into the Soul Domain of the Flame within his body.

The spark of hope is being painstakingly and persistently rekindled amidst this ultimate despair.

He knew that time was still running out, and the true will of the Great Annihilation would eventually awaken completely, making the challenges ahead even more terrifying.

But at this moment, the flame burning in his heart was more intense than ever before.

"Wait for me... I will definitely bring you... home!"

……

boom,

Suddenly, a powerful aura was transmitted.

Those were the last marks left on the timeline by the warriors as they burned themselves, the last sparks before they were swallowed by eternal annihilation.

"found it."

Ning Feng's mind jolted.

In a fragment of time and space that is about to be completely submerged by a dark tide.

He detected an extremely faint trace of spear intent and thunderous aura.

It's my father, Ning Zhan!

That spacetime was collapsing at an accelerated pace. Ning Zhan's broken half-body, his figure already reduced to particles of light, was facing the final nothingness with a resolute smile.

"Father!"

Ning Feng roared inwardly, and his Primordial Undying Body erupted with brilliant Dao patterns, forcibly stabilizing the turbulent fragments of spacetime.

His wild, massive hand reached out, seemingly piercing through endless time and space, using his own great Dao as a guide and the will of all the victims as a bond, to carry out a call and guidance that transcends life and death.

hum...

That wisp of Ning Zhan's fragmented divine soul imprint seemed about to dissipate.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the call of his bloodline and beliefs. He trembled slightly, broke free from the pull of annihilation, and transformed into a barely perceptible stream of light.

In an instant, it entered Ning Feng's body into a hazy, mysterious space constructed from the power of the Primordial Beginning and the meaning of reincarnation.

It was like a tomb of will floating deep within his Dao foundation, temporarily providing these remnant souls with their final refuge.