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

"A perfect opportunity? Hehe..."

The Ghost King let out a low laugh, "To be able to cleave through the desolate space-time and pinpoint our wandering 'tombstones'—this ability is more than just a matter of chance."

He said no more, turning to look at the desolate era of annihilation before him. His voice suddenly became sharp and resonant, like a rusty sword drawn from its sheath, “Enough with the pleasantries.”

Just then, the Great Demon God suddenly said, "Old Ghost, of the ten branches of the Battle Heaven Warriors, only you and I remain. Can the two you led return?"

The old ghost laughed loudly and said, "Do you know what the path to hell is? It is the path of guiding the dead. You and I have traversed countless eras and are already on the verge of death, leaving behind remnants of our souls in each era."

"Now, I have returned to the present world."

"Naturally, we can pinpoint their location precisely."

As he spoke, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, this desolate energy surged forth, sounding like the wails of countless gods and demons.

The Ghost King hadn't finished speaking.

The starlight that had burned in his eyes for billions of years suddenly burst forth with light that pierced through the eternal darkness.

He held the stone axe, which looked as if it might shatter at any moment, high in his hand.

It did not strike the enemy, but rather landed heavily on the dark red, pulsating "base soil" beneath its feet in an incredibly mysterious trajectory.

Boom! ! !

A deafening roar, far more muffled and prolonged than any previous collision, as if striking the very source of all things, erupted with a thunderous boom.

At the point where the stone axe came into contact with the "base soil," there was no energy splash, but there was a visible gray ripple, a gray ripple mixed with countless broken runes and tragic battle spirit phantoms.

At this very moment, with a speed that transcends time and space, it spreads boldly in all directions, to all forgotten corners of history.

"I will use my broken body as a guide, and the eternal battle spirit as my witness."

"Lost heroes, silent comrades..."

"Hear this command!"

"Return,"

The Ghost King's roar merged with the gray ripples, transforming into a final rallying cry that resounded through countless fragments of time and space, awakening all dormant fighting spirits.

Boom! ! !

For the first time, the entire source of annihilation emitted not a pulsation, but a violent tremor and wail as if it were being torn apart and pierced.

The omnipresent implications of the end, like stagnant water tossed with a boulder, surged and twisted wildly, attempting to suppress this sudden change, but to no avail, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The first ray of light of return shone from the endless ruins of stars.

It was a beam of starlight, pure to the extreme and cold to the extreme, that tore through the eternal darkness that shrouded a certain desolate star field.

Amidst the starlight, emerged skeletons forged from the cores of stars and inlaid with countless ancient star maps. Their eye sockets flickered with cold starlight, and they held spears and giant bows that had gathered the last rays of stars.

"We have returned."

Endless energy is surging.

All the figures emerged, and the entire era trembled.

...

boom,

The second returning figure leaped out from the boiling sea of ​​chaotic energy.

They were a group of giants with indistinct, blurry figures, seemingly composed of pure energy and violent laws.

They roared, each step they took stirring up chaotic tides.

Born of chaos, returning to chaos, it is the embodiment of pure destructive power.

……

boom,

boom,

boom,

Immediately afterwards, figures stepped out into the void ahead.

A total of seven powerful auras.

……

The eighth wave of figures even shattered the barriers of concepts.

They were a group of sword cultivators, but their sword intent was not aimed at matter or energy, but directly at the ethereal concepts of "existence," "cause and effect," and "destiny."

Where the sword flashes, the enemy's "existence" is weakened, the "cause and effect" of the attack is severed, and the predetermined "fate" is rewritten.

They are the [Severing the Dao Branch], who use their swords to question the Great Dao and sever their shackles.

"We have returned."

This torrent, each sword cultivator distinct yet equally breathtakingly powerful, from the War God branch, responded to the Ghost King's call, made at the cost of his own origin and eternal battle spirit. From forgotten corners and incredible dimensions, it tore through the seal of annihilation and descended upon this place with overwhelming force.