She was a woman roughly thirty feet tall.
She had a slender waist and a graceful, elongated figure, with breathtaking curves that displayed every exquisite facet of feminine allure.
Yet she was not delicate like an ordinary woman. Her voluptuous body also brimmed with the beauty of athletic strength and a heroic bearing.
Heroism and tender charm had struck a wondrous balance in this body.
Her figure was already extraordinary, but her face was even more astonishing.
It was a face with almost perfect features.
A faint trace of Buddhist serenity lingered between her brows: solemn, pure, untouched by worldly dust. Like a celestial maiden before an ancient Buddha's throne who had seen through the mortal world, her sacred expression stirred an irresistible urge to worship.
Yet her eyes were as seductive as a demon's, as lovely as peach blossoms. Every ripple of light within them seemed capable of stealing souls, and still they did not look remotely out of place.
Holiness and seduction, Buddha and demon, had achieved a breathtaking harmony within her.
Even Mu Yang, who had endured a bombardment of beautified faces in his previous life, was briefly entranced by this extraordinarily sacred yet alluring dharma form.
She's still not quite what I imagined, but she's pretty good-looking.
"Two ghost entities fused together and actually turned into this?"
Mu Yang swept his gaze over the Dragon-Subduing Dharma Form, clicking his tongue in wonder.
He had to admit that although that old rascal Jingchan was nothing special in terms of strength, he had a very sharp mind.
He had actually devised a martial art that nurtured a Buddha through ghosts, elevating them to their utmost sublimation.
"My lord!"
The Dragon-Subduing Dharma Form slowly spoke. Her voice was ethereal and pleasing, yet threaded with seductive charm.
Any ordinary person