Making a Fool of Themselves
Big.
Really big.
Ji Jue raised his head and stared at the towering shadow rising from beneath the blazing flames. Its ever-shifting outline resembled mountain ranges, filling the entire sky. Its magnificent shadow was like the tides, blanketing all of Elephant Isle.
It no longer bore the centipede-like form it had once displayed. After the ritual, it had truly awakened—the god of the family!
The vast city seemed to have long since been swallowed into the belly of the family god.
It was ridiculously exaggerated.
With every breath, it seemed to rob the Mortal World of all warmth. Beneath its hollow gaze, ten thousand miles had become a dead zone, suffused with violent and terrifying air.
It was...
Pretty big, at least.
There was nothing else Ji Jue could do. He had tried his best.
As a polite adult, when faced with a dead child with crooked eyes, a twisted mouth, drooling all over itself, and shitting everywhere, if he could not find anything to praise, all he could say was, "My, it's only been a few days, and you've grown so much."
What else could he say?
To the Chopra Family, this might have been the family's miracle, a manifestation of power. To the Seven Cities, it was one-seventh of their foundation, a strategic weapon... Anyone who witnessed such a terrifying scale and the power contained within could not help but marvel.
In terms of sheer size, even Celestials could hardly compare, right?
So what?
Did Celestials rely on size?
Ji Jue could also say that when it came to fixing cars, even the Sower was unworthy to carry his shoes!
If size were useful, everyone would be stockpiling Fusion Bombs. Rank people by the number and tonnage of their bombs, and the world's