Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path

Jile Buddha, appearing like a tender child, let out a sharp, piercing shriek from his mouth.

In an instant, a pleasant child’s voice transformed into a hoarse, piercing wail: "Frogs at the bottom of the well, unaware of Lord Buddha’s abilities, all beings sink into oblivion..."

This person seemed unthreatening, but in his move, a toy-like wooden staff in his hand grew longer as it caught the wind, as if it intended to pierce the skies.

With a thunderous crash, the staff came smashing down.

It scattered the clouds and dispelled the air.

Just as Bai He was fending with his sword, he saw countless intertwined men and women materialize before him with the descent of the staff, accompanied by a myriad of strange sounds.

From nowhere, a pink fog emerged, with a smiling yet not smiling, indistinguishable Yin and Yang, a bald and bare dharma image appearing in front of him.

Bai He’s face instantly turned beet red.

It was unclear whether it was the stirring of mixed thoughts in his heart or the permeation of the pink fog into his physique, causing disruption in his Qi-Blood.

Zhou Ping’an, concealed within the clouds, watched from a distance, not in a hurry to make a move, wanting to see where Old Monk Xuanming was actually hiding.

He caught sight of Jile Buddha using his "Big move" right from the start.