The Master Rides an Ox Across the World

Five-time Limit Breakers from True Saint dojos officially descended into Hell. Three appeared on the same day.

Two of them held themselves above a siege because of their status. One stood at the end of the horizon, the other at the edge of the sky, both extremely far away.

Directly ahead, a man in blue had black hair flying behind him. Handsome as jade, his robes fluttered around him, carrying an air of detachment from the world.

Yet as he crossed Hell's mountain ranges, every step he took made the towering mountain bodies tremble. He arrived in the blink of an eye, until only several dozen miles separated them.

For True Immortals, this distance was equivalent to standing face-to-face. It was an extremely dangerous range.

"Kong Xuan?" he asked. He paid no heed to the Fu Dao Ox, ignoring its words and actions as he stood motionless in the void.

"It's me." Wang Xuan nodded and examined him as well.

The man in blue possessed an imposing presence. His otherworldly air was merely an outward appearance; the patterns flowing across his body were terrifying, his Dao rhythm naturally formed. He was a master far superior to Mu Qingyun.

Neither joyful nor sorrowful, he kept his heroic spirit restrained. Even his calm expression gave others a sense of distance. He introduced himself as Fu Qingming, from the Demon Heaven Palace.

He was a demon immortal, yet more terrifying than many Heavenly Demons. His clear eyes turned as intimidating as lightning as he scrutinized Wang Xuan.

"I don't seem to have any grudges with your dojo." Wang Xuan spoke. Even if there had been any, they belonged to Sun Wukong, and they had already been resolved.

Fu Qingming said, "The universe is so vast. It isn't easy for two strangers to meet.