The Leg Chopping Old Devil—Zai Dao—had a vicious reputation that resounded throughout these waters. Everyone knew his name. That day, even with the Anomalous Being-level Iron Wire Worm chiefly targeting him, he had still insisted on wielding his blade in violence, finally fleeing with fourteen long legs slung over his shoulder.
"Fine legs!" Wang Xuan sensed extraordinary Dao rhymes from different universes. Though he was still hurrying onward, he could vaguely see vast traces of the Great Dao rushing straight at him.
He raced all the way, shrouding himself in mist. Though he encountered creatures from opposing camps along the way, he did not stir up trouble. He only wanted to break through.
At the Mythical Source, ninety percent of the territory was a boundless ocean interwoven with Dao patterns, while land was scarce. He traveled far across the waves, feeling as though he had crossed several seas of stars.
"Does this sea truly have no end?" he asked in surprise. It resembled the inner universe of a Supernatural World—limitless and boundless, yet devoid of native inhabitants.
There were no creatures in sight now, but he still did not undergo tribulation. He fully activated his Six-time Limit Breaking Domain, pushing his Supernatural Sense to its utmost limit as he searched for more suitable pure land.
Without saying a word, he charged onward. Undergoing tribulation was no small matter. If someone discovered him, they would most likely deduce that he was a Six-time Limit Breaker.
Otherwise, how could he, while one level below the others in the Super Peerless Domain, contend against all his enemies—and even defeat and kill them?
This small group of creatures were all Supreme Beings rebuilding new bodies. Each had a greater background than the last. There was no doubt that they far surpassed other Super Peerless