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

It seemed to evoke a very faint feeling,

Yet, the smile was genuine.

"Very well, then I will trouble Your Majesty."

"It's not just me, it's the entire [Era of the Flame]."

Chao Dao solemnly corrected him, as if he could already see the direction of the future plan: "I will act in the name of the Epoch Council, without coercion or incitement."

"To guide the public to understand that period of history and remember every hero."

“Establish altars for the dead and encourage voluntary remembrance.”

"At the same time, we should vigorously promote research in various colleges and universities. Whether it is exploring the origin of the earth or sorting out the lineage of civilization, we may inadvertently touch upon a corner of those two opportunities..."

His words were full of the pragmatism and vision of a doer.

Ning Feng's clone nodded, the light and shadow began to fade rapidly, and his voice became increasingly ethereal: "So... very good."

"All matters of the outside world are entrusted to you."

"I... need to go back. Within my heart domain, there are several more instances of unstable soul light..."

Before the words were finished, the light and shadow had already vanished completely into the council hall like smoke and mist.

Only a faint trace of Daoist charm remained, proving that he had once been here.

Chao Dao stood alone in the empty hall, remaining motionless for a long time.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

The burden on my shoulders has never felt so heavy.

But the flame in his eyes had never burned as fiercely as it did at that moment.

He murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the hall, a promise and a vow: "Ning Feng, you created this world, protected the last spark of life, and now you are exhausting your mind and soul to awaken the spirits of heroes..."

"If we can't even do the simple task of rallying our beliefs and stabilizing our rear, how can we call ourselves the backbone of humanity? How can we face those martyrs who lie in eternal rest?"

"Just wait, one day I will let the flame of the hearts of all beings in this era illuminate your way back."

"May Xuan Yuan and the Lords return to the world in our songs and prayers."

He turned abruptly, strode towards the outside of the hall, his steps firm, his back like a mountain.

A new era of construction, a silent battle for the convergence of beliefs.

With the conclusion of the dialogue between these two leaders, the event officially began.

A glimmer of hope has quietly sprouted in what seemed like an unsolvable predicament.

Deep within the energy vortex, time loses its linear meaning.

Ning Feng's consciousness was like an unyielding, ancient ice.

It is also like a never-ending stream of fire.

Immerse yourself in the Eternal Heart Realm, this broken yet vast nebula.

Countless remnant souls of warriors floated and flickered within it, maintaining a fragile balance.

He was carefully guiding a wisp of energy, which had merged with the Origin of Creation and his own gentle, transcendent power, toward his father Ning Zhan's dormant core spirit.

That bolt of lightning was slightly more solid than it had been a hundred years ago.

But it remains like a dormant volcano, reserved yet fragile.

Each touch of divine soul power required Ning Feng to expend a tremendous amount of mental energy, like walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss.

“Wind…” A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of thought emanated from the core of the lightning.

Ning Feng's consciousness was jolted, and his century of lonely perseverance seemed to find solace at this moment.

He focused all his energy on trying to respond and guide the dormant consciousness to gradually awaken.

However, at this crucial moment,

A cold whisper, like a venomous snake, silently burrowed into the deepest recesses of his consciousness.

"In vain, all in vain..."

"Protecting? Hope? They're nothing but insignificant ripples in a long, painful cycle..."

"Look at you, burning yourself to preserve these remnants that should have long since faded away. Is it all worth it?"

"To become the 'end' itself is the true meaning of transcendence..."

Heart demon.

Ning Feng's consciousness was violently shaken.

This attack, originating from the ultimate curse of Heaven and the erosion of the source of annihilation, was launched at his most focused moment.

It is formless and intangible, yet it can perfectly simulate Ning Feng's own voice, directly pointing to the deepest weariness and confusion in his heart.

As the whispers swelled, a powerful sense of emptiness and an urge to give up everything surged forth like a tide.

Ning Feng seemed to be seeing a hallucination.

He released his grip, allowing the Eternal Heart Domain to collapse, and all the remaining souls peacefully dissipated in the annihilation.

He himself merged into that absolute "nothingness," where there was no more strife, no more pain...

That temptation was almost irresistible.

"No! Break it for me."

Ning Feng's eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a silent roar, his transcendent will slashing at the corrosive intent like a sharp sword.

However, his momentary lapse in concentration has already affected the repair process.

Ning Zhan's core true spirit, which had just begun to show a glimmer of life.

Due to the sudden disruption of energy supply and the negative fluctuations from Ning Feng's consciousness, it flickered violently.

The light dimmed quickly.

There was even a barely perceptible crack.

"Father!"

Ning Feng was deeply saddened and forcibly suppressed the whisper of "inner demon illusion".

Ignoring its own losses, it immediately mobilized more of its own energy to stabilize the ball of lightning.

……

Meanwhile, at the boundary of the [Era of the Flame].

Chao Dao stood on the watchtower of the fortified wall, his brow furrowed.

In the distant void, the gray tide of annihilation no longer surged blindly as before.

Instead, they began to coalesce into blurry figures that exuded a familiar yet malevolent aura.

"It's the aura of an ancient emperor... but it's even more twisted and insane."

Maureen stood beside him, her voice heavy.

Mo Feng's temples are now streaked with gray, but his eyes remain as sharp as an eagle's.

He was seriously injured in the last battle.

"They... seem to be consciously searching for something."