An Lan fell into the trap, Heavenly Emperor: "Hurry and summon the Yang God Dao Ancestor!"

The bull was enormous, with dark red fur, but its back was golden, as were its two horns, as though cast from gold. It pulled the chariot.

"An Lan's War Chariot! The Immortal King is coming through the pass!" On the walls, a group of old fossils broke into a sweat, their bodies icy cold, feeling as though they had plunged into an abyss.

In the great desert, clear, melodious bells rang out, their lingering notes drifting from the end of the horizon, beautiful to hear.

Yet to the people of Imperial Pass, they sounded like a soul-reaping dirge from the Nine Serenities.

Everyone atop Imperial Pass felt their scalp prickle. Each strand of hair seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, as though it would tear their scalp off, and they went cold from head to toe.

The Immortal King was crossing the pass. Who could stop him!

The chariot bells were not loud, but they rang clearly across the desert, through Imperial Pass, and into everyone's ears.

The desert was vast, almost boundless. The ancient vehicle was still at its far end, nearly a world away from them, not beneath the Heavenly Abyss. It should not have been visible, yet now it appeared before everyone's eyes.

The Golden-Backed Reckless Bull was powerfully built and imposing. Each step it took upon the desert trod forth chaos qi, and its pair of horns shone brilliantly, like divine weapons that could cleave the cosmos.

It slowly pulled the War Chariot forward, bearing the mottled traces of history, like a living chronicle recounting the unparalleled wars of the past.

Its hooves struck the ground as though stepping upon the hearts of all living beings. Every step made people tremble with fear.

In the great desert, the chariot bells rang melodiously. An Lan had