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

Lin Qingcai pointed to the energy flow diagram displayed on the light screen, "The attack is no longer scattered, and it has begun to concentrate on impacting the third and seventh nodes."

“That area… is the closest barrier region to the place where Ning Zun’s true body lies dormant.”

Chaodao's heart sank.

He recalled the warning Ning Feng's clone gave him before it dissipated.

The Great Extinction is not a dead thing.

Now, it seems to have truly manifested some kind of terrifying will.

And they clearly targeted Ning Feng.

"Pass down the order." Chao Dao's voice was firm and resolute, echoing in the command room, "All patrol teams, raise your alert level."

"The mobile forces belonging to the 'Temple of War God' are converging on the three and seven node areas."

"The rune cannon array is fully charged and ready to respond to a strong attack at any time."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every resolute-looking general and member of parliament present.

Finally, the blurry coordinates representing Ning Feng's location on the light screen were displayed.

"Our time may really be running out."

……

Within the Eternal Heart Domain, Ning Feng finally managed to stabilize his father's true spirit.

The price was that his own soul dimmed a little more.

The "illusion of inner demons" has temporarily subsided.

But like a bone-deep carbuncle, it lurks deep within the consciousness.

It could make a comeback at any time.

He "looked" at the other floating soul lights in his heart domain.

My grandfather's fighting spirit remained as deep and silent as an abyss.

The civilizational imprints of the sovereign are scattered like smoke and clouds, difficult to capture.

Xuan Yuan's guardian path was almost completely integrated with the phantom of the stone tablet.

The Great Demon God's demonic soul remained violent and unstable.

The embers of the raging fire were burning, but they seemed weak and feeble...

After a century of suffering, simply maintaining the status quo is already so difficult, let alone resurrection.

An unprecedented sense of heaviness almost crushed him.

But his gaze swept over those soul lights.

Especially the renewed vitality in his father's eyes, which reignited the flame within them.

Even if I suffer countless calamities, I will have no regrets on this path.

He calmed his mind, stopped being impatient for quick results, and began to continue the long tug-of-war with annihilation, with his own heart, and with time in a gentler way.

Meanwhile, the "Gathering of the Mind" plan promoted by Chaodao was also in full swing within the era.

More and more people are coming to the altar of the fallen heroes to offer their prayers, their pure hopes and gratitude overflowing.

It began like a trickle, penetrating the barrier and flowing into the energy vortex.

It provided Ning Feng with a meager emotional support.

However, no one knew.

This support also acts like a beacon, guiding the way for deeper malice in the endless darkness.

The abyss is already trembling.

The shadows are whispering.

Time flies, and another ten years have passed.

Deep within the "Civilization Academy".

In a quiet room constructed of ancient documents and shimmering runes, Su Wenxin sat in meditation with her eyes closed.

She is no longer the naive young girl she once was; her brows now bear a hint of composure and wisdom…

His entire being exuded an aura that subtly resonated with the traces of civilization in the world.

In her mind, it was no longer just simple words and images, but a surging river of civilization.

She saw the wisdom of our ancestors in making fire by drilling wood, the trajectory of the rise and fall of dynasties, the brilliance of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and the flame that Ning Feng and countless warriors ignited with their lives...

Countless scattered traces of civilization,

Like pearls at the bottom of a river,

Under her focused perception, a faint light would occasionally flicker.

Suddenly, an ancient proverb about "inheritance and sacrifice" resonated in her heart.

Resonating with this are the core imprints of the sovereign, scattered throughout the mountains and geography.

He let out a barely audible sigh.

Su Wenxin's body trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, a hint of understanding flashing in them.

She knew she had touched the threshold, but a crucial opportunity was still missing before she could truly trigger all the imprints of civilization.

Or rather, her own accumulation and understanding still need to mature.

Almost simultaneously, on the edge of an era, on a battlefield of blood and fire.