Su Mu discovered that the outline of the sky seemed to be connected with the ground beneath his feet, as if part of a vast, limitless whole.
For a moment, Su Mu's breathing became extremely rapid.
Size often correlates with strength; for human martial artists, it's the size of the Martial Arts Golden Body, and for Fierce Beasts, it's the size of their flesh. A thousand years ago, the Two-headed Flood Dragon, slain by a Human Great Sage, wasn't even a few hundred.
If this was truly a whole, a living creature, its size far exceeded kilometers, tens of kilometers, even a hundred kilometers, and was boundlessly vast. Such power would definitely be terrifyingly beyond that of a Martial Saint!
Su Mu has always had a bad habit of imagining the worst-case scenarios when pondering over problems.
"If this is truly a whole, a living existence..."
"Could the Dream World have always been inside this monster?"
"If so, was that blast of black gale just now the breath of this monster?"
