The enormous Buddha statue sat between heaven and earth, its head touching the blue sky, white clouds drifting only at its chest. One hand lay across its abdomen, while the other formed a mudra. Its expression was solemn, its sacred visage majestic.
Behind it, a screen formed of arms rose a thousand feet above its body, exuding a suffocating pressure.
The densely packed golden palms each bore a swastika seal, as though they might unleash a natural disaster at any moment!
The surrounding mountains were mere mounds beside the Buddha statue, and the towering trees looked more like newly sprouted weeds beneath its feet, crushed through their middles in an instant.
Ouyang rubbed his chin as he studied the Buddha statue, feeling that it looked familiar. Was this the Thousand-Armed Guanyin from my previous life?
A Buddha statue this enormous was simply a blessing for anyone with a fear of gigantic things.
Its size had reached a horror beyond imagination. A single glance was enough to unsettle the mind.
How could the Great Spirit Mountain Temple, one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands, possibly lack a few tricks up its sleeve?
Even Dongxu Zi, who stood at the pinnacle of the world, could not single-handedly steamroll a Sacred Land!
Foundations accumulated over millions upon millions of years were certainly not something one person could easily shake!
Ouyang rubbed his nose, looking at Dongxu Zi, who stood like a speck of dust before the Buddha statue. Looks like this old rascal has a tough fight ahead of him today. I wonder whether those old bones can take it.
"Hey, old man, need a hand? Don't just grit your teeth and bear it, or Tutu really might end up playing that suona she's been learning for you all the way through the