In the void.
A Cyan Ox, covered in blue-green fur with two crescent-moon-shaped horns, trod through the air.
The Cyan Ox seemed lazy, each step slow and deliberate, yet its speed was terrifying.
When it first appeared, it was on the distant horizon. But with a single step, it had arrived right before them.
The Cyan Ox hovered in the air before the Fire Emperor. Its bovine eyes swept over him once, then dismissed him.
It was as if, in the Cyan Ox's eyes, this Mysterious Dharma Body of the Fire Emperor was beneath its notice.
Atop the Cyan Ox sat a herdboy as adorable as a porcelain doll, wearing a red dudou and with his hair in two horn-like pigtails. He carried a long flute. His cheeks were rosy, and he stared at the Fire Emperor with eyes as bright as black pearls, his crisp voice ringing out, "Old man, are you tired of living?"
The Cyan Ox Child's voice was clear and pleasant, possessing a child's ethereal quality.
