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

Chapter 1790

It was devoid of any emotion, utterly cold, yet it caused the souls of the nine ancient emperors to tremble violently.

"My lord, please forgive me."

The ancient emperor's divine soul, resembling a demonic mountain, struggled to send out its thoughts, filled with terror: "That newcomer has transcended all reason, possessing the power of primordial chaos, and moreover, he has stolen a trace of the true meaning of annihilation. We are no match for him..."

"The primordial chaos... the true meaning of annihilation..."

The light cluster of the remnant body of the Heavenly Dao fluctuated slightly, as if it were rapidly calculating and deducing, "The variables exceed expectations by 99.99%."

“You have provided incorrect information, depleted reserve energy, and failed to eliminate variables; you are guilty.”

"My lord, give us another chance!" Emperor Xingxuan hurriedly pleaded. "We are willing to go to the main battlefield ourselves, annihilate the warriors, and atone for our sins."

"Punishment, to be carried out immediately." The remnant of the Heavenly Dao remained unmoved.

Before the words were finished, the chains of order that originally provided power and support to the nine ancient emperors' divine souls...

The next moment, a blinding red light suddenly shone.

"No,"

"Ahhhh,"

A scream of agony, not transmitted through sound, instantly filled the entire space.

Those chains of divine order, like red-hot branding irons, fiercely pierced into the core of their souls.

This is an extremely cruel method, forcibly extracting their most primal spiritual essence and understanding of the laws.

Soon, their soul shadows became transparent and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pain deformed them, and they could no longer maintain their majestic royal form.

Their power, the capital upon which they rely for "immortality" and "opportunity."

They are being ruthlessly recycled by the Heavenly Dao, as the price for their failure, and also as nourishment to replenish the energy lost due to Ning Feng.

"You will remain at the cemetery to atone for your sins and clean up any remaining disturbances."

The remnant of Heaven coldly pronounced the result, the ball of light flickering.

He quickly absorbed the immense power that had been drawn from him.

The souls of the nine ancient emperors lay limp on the cold, orderly ground, their auras extremely weak, making it difficult even to maintain their forms.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with endless regret and resentment.

But a deep-seated fear of the will of Heaven still lingers in their bones.

The so-called "immortality" and "transcendence".

In the face of absolute control and ruthless managers, it is nothing more than a handout that can be taken back at any time.

"Do we really have to live like this forever? We ancient emperors stood between heaven and earth, and have gone through countless eons to get to this point, yet we can only live in such humiliation."

The emperor gritted his teeth and spoke.

Another emperor spoke up: "Heaven's will is getting more and more outrageous. At first, it would treat us as its confidants and give us orders like its own arms. But now, we're not even as good as a pile of trash."

"After several great annihilations, the Heavenly Dao has been completely forged into a complex entity that cannot be described."

"Fine, for the sake of eternal life, I'll endure it."

In the end, the group of ancient emperors could only console themselves.

What else can they do? Their ultimate divine souls are in the hands of Heaven, and they are powerless to resist.

……

boom,

At this moment, Ning Feng took a step forward, as if he had traversed an ancient barrier, and found himself under a relatively "normal" vast starry sky.

Here, one can still feel the tragic atmosphere of the distant Heavenly Battlefield.

And the lingering aftershocks of the great annihilation brewing deeper within him, which made his heart tremble.

But at least, it's no longer that despairing stillness of the chaotic ancient timeline.

He hovered above a desolate star, slowly closed his eyes, and carefully looked inward at himself.

The Primordial Chaos Dao Body is like a newly born chaotic universe, in which all kinds of Dao sources flow endlessly, undergoing birth and death cycles, containing infinite power of creation and destruction.

In the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, the Seed of Transcendence floats quietly, radiating a warm and eternal glow.

It provides him with a constant source of motivation and an unparalleled core of will.

After absorbing a portion of the original imperial energy of the nine ancient emperors, his Dao body seemed to have become even more refined.

Its control over all the myriad paths of the heavens has also increased slightly.

He could clearly sense that his power at this moment had completely surpassed the so-called Ancient Emperor level.