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

boom,

Ning Zhan's thunderous true spirit suddenly exploded, amidst endless lightning.

A solid figure, clad in lightning-clad armor and with eyes as sharp as lightning, took a step forward.

This figure was enveloped in newly formed lightning laws, its aura even more refined and powerful than at its peak.

Ning Zhan, return.

Yi Zhan's core fighting spirit transformed into a giant axe phantom that cleaved through chaos. A domineering and incomparable figure with bulging muscles condensed in the axe light, letting out a long, joyful roar to the sky.

We will fight again, and return!

As countless civilizations converged, the gentle and wise figure of the supreme ruler slowly emerged in the light, his body exuding a civilizational charm perfectly in harmony with the new era.

He looked down upon the Heart Realm, his eyes filled with relief and emotion. He immediately recognized that this was a new era.

An era unlike any other, completely transcending the past.

The master of civilization, return!

The raging demonic energy soared into the sky, yet it also carried a kind of purity and arrogance born of rebirth.

The figure of the Great Demon God coalesced in the demonic energy. He twisted his neck and let out a deep, satisfied laugh.

Great Demon God, return!

The heavy stone tablet path merges with the will of protection, and Xuan Yuan's figure overlaps with the phantom of a majestic and ancient stone tablet, exuding an indestructible and eternal meaning.

The Guardian, Xuan Yuan, has returned.

A single, extremely condensed, crimson spark, seemingly capable of incinerating everything, suddenly expanded, transforming into a blazing humanoid flame. Chi Liao stretched out its body, feeling the even purer and more powerful flame energy, and let out a joyful cheer.

The Heavenly Fire Lord, Chi Liao, returns.

One powerful aura after another erupted within the heart domain, and one after another, [Heroic Spirit True Forms], condensing the Daoist essence of the new era and their own indomitable fighting spirit, appeared.

In the dazzling light of resurrection, they are fully united and truly return.

They surrounded Ning Feng's nearly vanished consciousness.

Looking at his face, which was clear and tired, yet adorned with a relieved and contented smile, I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

The joy of being reborn, coupled with sorrow and gratitude for the terrible price Ning Feng paid.

Even with a hint of admiration,

Ning Feng's strength has now truly surpassed theirs...

A complex mix of emotions filled the hearts of every returning hero.

Ning Feng looked at the familiar and intact faces around him, feeling their boundless vitality and powerful strength.

A century of weariness, hardship, and loneliness.

It was as if everything had vanished in that instant.

Succeeded,

After a century of desolation and erosion, he finally managed to pull these comrades-in-arms back from the brink of annihilation.

A satisfied and relieved smile curved the corners of his mouth.

His figure grew increasingly faint, as if he were about to merge into the light of the heart realm that he had created and saved.

However, at this moment when the heroes returned and hope was rekindled,

In the depths of the outer void, the [Heart of Annihilation] erupted in utter fury.

The resurrection of the War God was an unexpected turn of events.

A destructive wave, far more terrifying and profound than before, began to converge frantically, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening.

The return of the heroic spirits completely enraged him.

boom,

A black curtain, reaching to the heavens, opened up in this vast sky.

It was as if the final curtain had been raised on this battle…

As the sea of ​​light gradually subsided, a strange tranquility returned to the eternal realm of the heart.

A tranquility brimming with vibrant life.

One after another, the true forms of heroic spirits stood tall, their bodies exuding a Daoist charm that perfectly matched the new era.

They looked around at this mental realm built by Ning Feng's transcendent will and countless sacrifices.

All eyes eventually fell on the almost transparent figure in the center.

Ning Zhan took a step forward, and the electric arcs on his Thunder Armor quietly subsided.

He reached out, as if to touch his son, yet afraid of disturbing the wisp of consciousness that might dissipate at any moment.

The once-powerful Thunder War Emperor's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly: "Feng'er, you..."