The mountain range was moving.
At first, she thought she was imagining it. From so far away, something that massive... couldn't possibly be moving.
But after staring for three seconds, she was certain. The outline of that mountain range was shifting. Slowly, ponderously, but it was definitely moving.
Yang Wanqing saw it too. She rubbed her eyes.
"Yaoyao... is that mountain range walking?"
The clouds above the mountain range were dispersing, pushed aside by some force. Layer after layer of mist peeled away, revealing more of the mountain above.
Higher. Higher still.
Until the top came into view.
Chen Siyao tilted her head back.
The mountain's summit... wasn't a summit.
It was eight heads.
Eight absurdly enormous heads. Each one was... Chen Siyao couldn't even estimate their size. They were so huge that even the sun in the sky looked small beside them. Human faces.
Their facial structure was identical to the creature in the cave. Vertical pupils. Slitlike mouths without lips.
Except this one...
When she had seen that juvenile Tianwu underground, Chen Siyao had thought five meters tall was already terrifying.
When she had watched her brother use his heavenly dharma form, his body nearly five hundred meters tall, she had thought that was the limit of what could exist in this world.
This Tianwu's height...
There was nothing to measure it against.
Because its body was the reference point itself. What she had mistaken for a mountain range was its legs and torso.
The clouds wound around its waist and abdomen. As for where the tops of its heads were... perhaps they had already reached the stratosphere.
Ten thousand meters? A hundred thousand?
There was no way to tell.
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