The War Chariot was still far away on the horizon, yet everyone could see it clearly.
Distance in space and time meant nothing before the War Chariot.
It seemed to have crossed time and space. Hundreds of millions of miles were but a single step, and ten million years but the blink of an eye.
The War Chariot bore all manner of marks, left by all manner of weapons.
Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks had all etched their traces into its frame.
One could imagine the wars this chariot had endured. Every scar was a mark of glory.
The fighting had never ceased, yet the War Chariot and its master had endured, marching from one war into the next as victors.
It was undying glory forged through battle after battle, in the blood of one Supreme Powerhouse after another. It blazed with splendor!
At the sight of the War Chariot, every living being of the Foreign Realm bowed their head. When they looked up again, their eyes burned with boundless fervor and worship.
They greeted the War Chariot with the highest reverence.
Had they not been on a battlefield, countless among them would have fallen to their knees and knocked their heads against the ground.
This was the War Chariot of a great Undying King!
An old ox stood before the War Chariot, drawing it onward.
The old ox pulled the War Chariot slowly from behind the Foreign Realm army, above its ranks, and finally past them.
But it showed no sign of stopping. Already nearing the Heavenly Abyss, it looked ready to charge straight through, cross to the other side, and set foot in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
The ox was enormous. Most of its body was dark red, like blood from ancient battles