The massive figure exuded an overwhelming sense of terror and oppression.
Just a moment ago, Ling Su had a mocking smile on her lips, but now, standing before this Dharma Aspect that blotted out the sky, she appeared as tiny as an ant.
Her hair fluttered wildly as she stared blankly, eyes devoid of spirit, at the vast golden wheel above.
The immeasurable gap in boundaries felt like a heavenly chasm, making her feel her Divine Soul tremble from just a gaze from those golden eyes.
If the Third Grade Realm was an insurmountable mountain.
Then Ling Su had just set foot on the mountain path, whereas the Bodhisattva before her had long since stood at the peak.
Only now did Crane Child's somewhat exaggerated description of the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Bodhisattva form a concrete image in her mind.
