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

"The laws of Heaven are also growing."

Ning Feng watched as everyone quickly got into the zone, sensing the entire shattered era.

The arrival of these powerful beings has accelerated the flourishing of life, bringing a sense of peace to my heart.

He also found a quiet, empty space.

Sit cross-legged.

While consolidating their understanding of the "Heavenly Heart" realm, they also serve as the anchor point between this world and the [Era of the Flame], guarding this hard-won opportunity.

Time, in this era of accelerated passage, has begun to quietly exert its magic.

Time is flying by.

……

Ning Feng sat cross-legged in the void, and no one knew how much time had passed.

Ning Feng seemed to have merged into this era, after all, he was the one who had evolved to this day.

This era is him, and he is this era.

With Ning Feng's body embodying the laws of the Dao nourishing it, the laws of this era were rapidly perfecting themselves.

He sat there quietly, like an old, withered tree.

Only system notifications kept ringing.

At the same time, he was also observing the Great Demon God and the others.

"As expected of a powerful figure who has lived through several eras of great annihilation, once an opportunity arises, he can truly seize it."

he muttered.

He clearly sensed that the Great Demon God and the others before him were seeking the Dao.

The Great Demon God and his companions also vaguely sensed a trace of Tianxin.

Given time, the chances of a breakthrough are extremely high.

After all, for people like them, even the slightest opportunity represents infinite possibilities.

Boom boom boom,

In a corner of this world, in a vast canyon, lies a stain of blood and bone.

It was an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It's hard to imagine how many powerful figures died here back then, because every inch of the valley walls was glowing with blood.

Suddenly, a bone began to throb, and soon after, it began to radiate life and quickly grew flesh and blood.

In other directions, bones were also growing flesh and blood. In less than a year, these skeletons grew into living beings with flesh and blood and came together.

It formed a creature in human form.

However, his ten fingers are different from those of humans; they are sharp and slender bone fingers.

He looked up blankly, glanced at the world around him, and examined it carefully. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen through the entire world.

Only after a long time did a glimmer of wisdom appear.

"Is that... the director?"

He muttered to himself, then stood up and walked in that direction.

They moved very slowly, step by step.

Furthermore, a bone knife appeared in his hand, radiating an overwhelming murderous aura.

However, although he acknowledged Ning Feng as his master, he was still searching his memory for relevant information about Ning Feng.

Rumble,

As he walked along, several skeletons followed him, some of which grew flesh and blood.

Their appearance is very similar to that of men, and they are clearly from the same ethnic group.

"Young Master."

"Young Master."

"Greetings, Young Master."

The man, revered as "Young Master" by the newly born people, walked steadily across the newly reborn land, holding a bone knife.

His pace seemed slow.

Yet it subtly resonates with a mysterious rhythm; with each step, it seems to subtly echo the pulse of the earth beneath one's feet.

Behind them, more and more of their kind awoke from their slumber.

They broke free from the shackles of the skeleton, grew flesh and blood, and silently and resolutely followed behind him, forming a silent yet chillingly menacing force.

They traversed valleys bursting with blossoms, skimmed through ancient, primeval forests, and trod upon spiritually rich springs...

Along the way, all that could be seen was a vibrant scene of life and orderly order.

This is in their memory,

Or rather, it is imprinted deep within their bones.

That final battlefield, filled with slaughter, destruction, and despair, is completely different.

Within the young master's empty eye sockets, the deep, dark soul fire flickered violently.

Countless fragmented images churned in his mind.

A clash of world-destroying divine powers, shattered stars, and the desperate wails of the people.