"Finally, the battle has started! This old Taoist's long wait has not been in vain!"
In a corner of the Underworld, among the cultivators gathered from the worldly realm, an old Taoist riding on an ox looked up at the tumultuous and uncanny canopy above, a look of regret on his face.
"This bald monk from West Xi Lan Continent is quite brave, daring to challenge the old city god here. He seems to have some confidence!"
"Of course, this bald monk isn't foolish, and he must have real abilities hidden. How else could he dare to talk like this with the old city god?"
"What abilities? Look closely, the confidence of this bald monk comes from what he's wearing!"
Among the monks between the sky-dominating Heavenly Dragon pair of horns in the Underworld, a monk with a height of nearly two meters appeared. He wore a kakemono blue Kasaya, held a Nine Ring Copper Staff in his hand, and chanted the truth of the Buddhist Gate:
Om! Ma! Ni! Ba! Mi! Hum!
