"Sect Master Zhang, your cultivation is a little lacking. You're not even as good as Little Ox!" Fu Dao Ox kicked up its heels and tore wildly through the void, spouting nothing but bovine nonsense.
Zhang Daoling sat on the ox's back. He had also been blasted apart by the city lord behind them, and blood covered his body. He felt utterly stifled, yet he had no choice but to flee for his life.
"I cultivated in the Remote Universe, where there was no such thing as Five-time Limit Breaking. Normally, two breaks were the ceiling, and three were uncertain. The supernatural soil was different—how could it be the same? Under such harsh conditions, a Supernatural Civilization could only last ten thousand years before reaching its end. How could the accumulated Dao charm in the old universe compare to the richness of the Supernatural Center?"
After saying that, Sect Master Zhang slapped the ox on the head. "Run! Several city lords have drawn their bows again. That prince is chasing us too, along with the wanderers from Heavenly God Mountain and the monsters from Ash Ridge. They've all appeared!"
Fu Dao Ox complained, "You don't know the pain of standing while you sit. This Little Ox's four hooves are about to catch fire from running. I'm so exhausted that even my Primordial Spirit is about to wither!"
"Didn't I help you block the arrows? My body has shattered twice in a row." Sect Master Zhang asked it how much longer it needed before it could activate the space-time gate again.
"I'm too tired from running, and my mind is failing. It'll have to be delayed," Fu Sheng delivered the terrible news.
"Then rest for a while. I'll carry you as we escape!" Sect Master Zhang used a fragment of the