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

Chapter 1867

There was a mage clad in a tattered star robe, surrounded by the phantom image of a broken galaxy.

There were knights riding undead warhorses with skeletal bones and soul fire flickering in their eye sockets.

There are puppet warriors whose bodies are pieced together from various strange metals and flesh.

Even more remarkably, some of their life forms defy common sense, seemingly embodying some kind of rule or concept…

They stepped out of the passage, their steps steady and firm.

"us,"

The old man uttered an extremely hoarse syllable.

boom,

As they stepped into this land of desolation, the entire writhing cavity trembled violently.

The ubiquitous connotation of the "end of the thesis" seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, emitting a silent shriek.

The team's gaze, first carrying a hint of bewilderment as if traversing eternity, quickly swept over this nauseating "digestive cavity."

Immediately, the focus shifted to the contemporary warriors led by Ning Feng, the Great Demon God, and the Common Lord.

Not too many words.

The old man holding the stone axe met Ning Feng's gaze.

In that instant, it was as if the wills of two eras had been handed over and resonated.

A faint, almost imperceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in the old man's weathered eyes.

Then it was replaced by an even stronger fighting spirit.

"You are very good."

Ning Feng nodded slightly and said, "Greetings, Senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man nodded and said, "Thank you for leaving a guide on the path above the desolate space-time."

Ning Feng took a deep breath, his aura mingling with the ancient fighting spirit emanating from the team, and he proclaimed:

"Welcome back, senior!"

"It's nothing. Our predecessors traversed the heavenly path, defying the heavens, all for the sake of returning. They deserve the respect of all living beings."

"Besides, this battle won't be complete without you."

The old man laughed wildly, "Hahaha, very good, very good."

The old man slowly raised his stone axe, pointing it at the endless darkness and writhing veins.

The hoarse yet powerful voice, like an ancient war drum, resounded in the hearts of every living being:

"We have returned."

"Nirvana, yet not extinguished."

"The spirit of battle never dies."

"Comrades, side by side."

These few simple words encapsulate the waiting, sacrifices, and unwavering dedication across countless eras.

The Great Demon God grinned, his demonic eyes burning with the excitement of encountering a kindred spirit. "Good timing! I was just thinking this meal wasn't lively enough."

The sovereign stood solemnly, and the long river of civilization behind him flowed even more turbulently.

They offered a silent but solemn salute to the returning team.

As they spoke, the Great Demon God and the Supreme Lord stepped forward and came to the old man's side.

Looking at the old man, the two men were slightly excited; clearly, they were not strangers.

"Ghost King, you old bastard,"

The Great Demon God's voice, unusually, carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

His enormous demonic body leaned forward slightly, his demonic eyes fixed on the white-haired old man, as if to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion. "You damn... you're actually still 'alive,' hahaha."

A violent energy surged through this era.

An old man named Ghost King.

On his weathered face, a smile more painful than a grimace was forced out, and he said hoarsely, "You little devil haven't been completely digested yet, how could I, with my old bones, bear to perish first?"

His gaze swept over the crisscrossing wounds on the Great Demon God's body.

Especially in several places bearing obvious signs of annihilation and erosion, a knowing glint flashed in his turbid yet sharp eyes, "It seems that your path of devouring has also brought you quite a bit of suffering."

"fart!"

The Great Demon God, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, flared up with demonic flames and said, "I'm living the high life!"

"As for you, Ghost King, you were once known as the 'Indestructible Soul,' but now it seems your soul flame is almost extinguished, isn't it?"

Even so, his enormous, demonic hand unconsciously rose slightly.

He seemed to want to pat the old man on the shoulder.

In the end, it only caused a surge of demonic energy in the surrounding area.

The sovereign also stepped forward at this moment; he was much more composed than the great demon god.

But the intense emotions in his eyes were equally difficult to conceal.

He solemnly performed an ancient, almost lost ritual before the Ghost King, his voice low and full of respect: "Senior Ghost King, it's been a long time."

"I never imagined that after parting ways in the last era, we would actually meet again."

The Ghost King looked at the Supreme Ruler, especially at the long river behind him that flowed endlessly and gathered countless lights and shadows of civilization, and a complex mix of reminiscence and satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "It's you, little fellow of the 'Fire of Civilization'... Back then, when you first took control of civilization, you were still quite naive."

"Now, this path has been expanded to such an extent, good... really good."

He paused, and the stone axe struck the ground slightly, making a dull sound. "It seems that even though we are lost in the turbulent flow of time, the flame of hope has not been extinguished, but has instead burned even more brightly."

"Our predecessors have never been forgotten."

The sovereign solemnly said, "Your legends and your sacrifices have long been integrated into the river of civilization, becoming the cornerstone that supports those who come after you."

"It is truly a great fortune to welcome back our senior today."

The Ghost King shook his head, showing no joy on his face.

Only a deeper sense of solemnity remained: "Returning is not the end, but the beginning of another bloody battle."

"We cling to life, struggling to survive in the cracks of time and space, just to gather this last bit of strength and wait for an opportunity that may never come..."

His gaze turned to Ning Feng again.

His gaze held scrutiny, but also a heavy sense of entrustment. "Fortunately, we've waited for it."

Ning Feng nodded slightly, not taking credit, "Our predecessors gave their lives as fuel to illuminate the path for those who were lost. I was merely fortunate enough to be there and lit the final fuse."