Hell Is So Vast, I Want to Look Around Everywhere

"Do you have a name?" Wang Xuan looked at the Fu Dao Ox.

It craned its neck and remained silent.

"If you don't, you'll be called Niu Ben from now on." Although Wang Xuan found it unpleasant to look at, its hide carried threads of Chaos Matter and was extraordinarily exceptional. He still decided to be more lenient and give it a chance.

What kind of rotten name was that?! The Fu Dao Ox was deeply dissatisfied, but seeing him raise his foot to kick it again, it rumbled, "Fu Sheng."

"You sure have a big heart, daring to call yourself that."

Outside the city, the supernatural practitioners from the True Saint Dojos did not look very good. They had arrived in great force, only to withdraw in silence. Their attempt to breach the city had failed, dealing them a heavy blow.

Kong Xuan had taken down a giant city all by himself, while they had all been reduced to background figures. The impact of this was enormous; if mishandled, it could become a great storm.

"Come over and register your names. Don't fabricate your backgrounds. They need to be verified through the Supernatural Secret Network." A Super Peerless spoke, calling over the explorers and photographers.

The group let out slight sighs of relief. At least no extreme incident such as silencing witnesses had occurred. They lined up and stepped forward, leaving behind their identities and origins.

The Fu Dao Ox turned its head toward the city outside, looking reluctant to part. The people from the Tattoo Palace felt terrible and blamed themselves bitterly. How had they failed to take away such a loyal ox?

They had come beneath splendid morning clouds, only to leave dejectedly when the sun stood three poles high. After leaving behind Mechanical Moths, golden