The old man riding the bull had a vague countenance, indistinct and unseeable, his hand holding a scroll of scripture, his mere presence seemed to manifest the very rules of the Great Dao itself.
Wu Cheng did not recognize who the old man riding the bull was, nor what sort of True Form it was, but he could clearly sense that the old man on the bull posed a tremendous threat to him.
"Escape!"
The State Preceptor of the Liang Country made a snap decision, without the slightest intention to battle with the old man on the bull, instantly choosing to flee.
At the very moment Wu Cheng saw the old man on the bull, he felt as if he had seen the source of the Great Dao, as though the elder himself was the apex of all cultivation, the ultimate destination, the source of everything.
In the presence of such a supreme being, he even felt a fleeting urge to revert to his original form and willingly serve under him as a retainer.
