Above Destiny

Chapter 711 A Disgrace (Thanks to Nana Oba for her support)
It's huge.

Really big.

Ji Jue raised his head and stared at the towering shadow rising from beneath the flames. Its ever-changing outline, like mountains, filled the entire sky, and its magnificent shadow, like a tide, covered the entire Xiangzhou.

It was no longer the centipede that had previously appeared outwards, but the family god that had truly awakened after the sacrifice!
The vast city seemed to have already been swallowed up by the household gods.

So exaggerated.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed to steal all warmth from the world; its empty eyes looked down and turned the vast expanse into a dead zone, exuding an aura of rage and terror.

At once……

It's quite big.

There was nothing Ji Jue could do; he had done his best.

As a polite adult, looking at a bratty kid with crooked eyes, a crooked mouth, drooling, and pooping everywhere, I can't find the words to praise him, so I can only say, "Wow, it's only been a few days, and he's grown so much!"

if not?
What else can I say?

For the Chopra family, this might be a family miracle, a manifestation of their power; for the Seven Cities, this is one-seventh of their foundation and a strategic weapon... Anyone who has witnessed such a terrifying scale and the power it contains cannot help but marvel at it.

In terms of sheer size, even celestial beings would find it hard to match.

So?

Are celestial beings defined by their physical size?
Ji Jue could even say that when it comes to repairing cars, the sower isn't even worthy of carrying his own shoes!

If sheer size were useful, everyone would stockpile fusion bombs, and if they were ranked according to the number and tonnage of the bombs, the world's conflicts would immediately be halved.

Even if the Heavenly Origin is so vast that it can sweep away everything, wouldn't it have to bow down before the Desolate Ruins? The Desolate Ruins covers all of the four seas and eight wastelands in the present world, so how come it can't suppress or surpass other supreme beings?
If worshipping gods were truly effective and could grant wishes, the Chongguang Church would have taken the lead in worshipping them long ago!

The days of making something stronger by adding ingredients are long gone.

No matter how many numbers you have, if the mechanism and quality aren't up to par, it's all for nothing!
Moreover, the marginal effect is widespread; after a certain point, the increase in size has only a negligible effect on the numerical improvement.

Conversely, it can even be self-contradictory, incompatible with itself, and even self-destructive...

For example, the legendary mountain of code that Ji Jue is facing right now.

Sew, just sew!
They stitched together the imperial family's secret rituals, then the Federation's ancestor worship, using the souls of the ancestors as a foundation. A massive amount of souls and spiritual matter were aggregated and forcibly fused together using a ritual of ascension, creating this enormous thing.

No wonder he showed no rationality whatsoever.

This person is simply an idiot!
Moreover, they're the kind with severe schizophrenia, beyond redemption. Even if thousands of mentally challenged people were piled together, they still wouldn't be able to produce a single elementary school diploma.

The essence of the Ascension and Transformation series is all about the word "I"!

Only the best.

A single firm resolve can withstand a hundred setbacks without wavering.

Just like the balance of a bank card, no matter how many zeros there are at the end, there must be a one at the beginning, otherwise it is meaningless... The household god is transformed by ascension, but the fragmented consciousness inside is unable to be integrated, and has no 'self' at all.

Not only are they completely incompatible, but they also keep feeding and stuffing more and more soul fragments and spiritual matter into it, turning it into a pig.

From the very beginning, the foundation was crooked, and in order to control the ancestral spirits, the Chopra family used bloodlines as a lock, the family line as a constraint, and the family fire as the core...

The more it's strung, the more swollen it becomes; the more it's sewn, the more swollen it gets; it's trapped in this state, unable to escape.

"What a waste of so many materials to create this thing, it's really..."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes and sighed indifferently:
"--a shame!"

Let alone in the mainstream media, even within the association, anyone who dares to write something like this in a paper will be publicly criticized and denounced, becoming the clown of the year.

If you put this kind of trash in the Dark, you'd just have to euthanize it!
To say it was utterly shameful was enough for Ji Jue to feel that he had already shown remarkable self-restraint as a craftsman... So many materials, so much effort, so much work, and this was all he got?!

If you're out of work, you might as well die. Don't waste your time!

The key point is, if the previous head of the family was incompetent, that would be one thing, but since the Chopra family settled in Elephant State, hundreds of years have passed. Is there really no one with any sense in such a large family?
Understanding it is useless.

It should be said that it is precisely because they understand this better than anyone else that they remain stagnant and refuse to change.

Fearing its uncontrollability, they used bloodline and family sacrifices to impose layers of constraints, etching the mountain of excrement into its very bones; fearing the power of their household gods was insufficient, they constantly nurtured and stitched it together, forcibly increasing its size and deterrent power, regardless of whether it would become an intractable problem; finally, fearing others' covetousness and struggle, they used the method of creating a family god to completely lock it and the Chopra family together...

As a result, it turned out to be this incongruous mess.

He looks menacing and powerful, but if he were to actually express himself, he'd probably be drooling and babbling right now.

It wouldn't be surprising if it ate everyone present in the next instant.

No, I already want to eat it.

However, bound by the family's traditions and the laws etched into its core, countless eyes, yearning for its existence, were fixed upon it from the eerie darkness beyond the family's walls.

"I see……"

Ji Jue noticed Minkler sitting in the front row, yet seemingly without any sense of pressure, and suddenly realized: "Is that why blood ties are necessary?"

Bloodline is a crucial foundation; otherwise, it cannot be called a household deity.

Similarly, it is also one of the keys to identification.

Otherwise, they would probably be eaten in the first encounter.

Because they share the same bloodline, the mixed-race household gods become confused and mistake the Chopra family members for part of themselves.

No matter how hungry it is, it won't eat itself.

At this moment, the selection of the household gods is to choose from all the candidates one who can truly control all the household gods and all their power. The master of the household gods is naturally the head of the Chopra family.

Only candidates who are most compatible with the household gods, have sufficient affinity with them, and possess a certain degree of resistance to them can maximize this power.

By signing a contract, one becomes part of the household god, utilizing this power. Upon death, one also returns to the household god, being devoured and integrated into the core to strengthen the contract for the next generation...

Passed down from generation to generation.

For hundreds of years, from its inception to the present day, the sacrifices of more than seventy heads of households have truly formed the foundation of the household gods.

As for how to select...

At that moment, amidst the praise and worship of the clan elders, the selection ceremony finally began.

An invisible maw emerged from the void.

Without hesitation, he swallowed all seven candidates sitting in the front row!

They pulled their souls into the belly of the household god!

In that world of souls forged from endless madness, remnants of spirits, and evil thoughts, the one who can go the furthest, go the deepest, and is the first to come into contact with the core of the household god will naturally become the new head of the household!

The rest... perhaps if we're lucky, some of it might not be completely digested and could be vomited up when the household god is in a better mood.

Right at the very front, all the candidates seemed to have lost their souls.

All that remains is a lifeless, empty shell.

Consciousness fell into that man-made hell inside the house god's belly, and could no longer see it!
boom! ! !
Suddenly, as if by magic, the world spun around him, and Minkler felt himself fall into layers of darkness, an endless fall, with faces emerging from the darkness, staring at him hungrily.

Like a pack of wolves lurking at their prey.

Until he crashed to the ground, he felt no pain from the impact.

Everything I saw was so familiar.

As a marginal member of the family, Minkler could only know the general outline, so how could he possibly know what the world inside the family god's belly was like?
But now it seems...

"Xiangzhou?"

Minkler was stunned and speechless.

The strange island and city I see now are seven or eight parts similar to Xiangzhou, but the details are ambiguous and blurry. The buildings are even overlapping and distorted as if they were created by AI, creating contradictions.

The image of Xiangzhou from hundreds of years ago and the Xiangzhou of today are pieced together in a haphazard way, which is dizzying.

The household gods themselves are formed from countless fragmented spirits, naturally inheriting those contradictory and scattered memories. After countless identical memories converge, they form the Netherworld Elephant Continent at this moment.

The world seems to have lost its color, leaving only black and white.

A chilling wind blew from afar, making Minkler shiver. The cold seeped into his bones, and the pervasive, insidious resentment began to seep in.

He has to hurry.

Head to the increasingly eerie Chopra family home as soon as possible, go to the family temple, and gain the approval of the family fire!

What troubled him even more was that since there was Xiangzhou, then...

What about the people in Xiangzhou City?
In that instant, in the shadows of the street, behind the windows of the rooms, stiff, pacing figures appeared before him, pale, resentful faces staring intently at him from behind the windows.

When he realized what was happening, he found himself surrounded by those mutilated evil spirits, who were closing in on him step by step.

Then, an unbearable thirst...

Kneel down!
In a world built upon household gods, the Chopra family bloodline remains the rightful ruler!
No matter how hungry or thirsty they were, these remaining spirits dared not disobey the laws that this god had to obey.

"what……"

The moment he realized what was happening, Minkler breathed a sigh of relief and grinned triumphantly. Unfortunately, before he could even finish laughing, he heard screams, wails, and pleas for mercy coming from afar.

A disheveled figure was running frantically from the end of the street.

But that face...

"...Shimuria?"

That's the nineteenth son of the Chopra family!
Minkler still remembered the smug look on his face when he came in, but now he was in tears.

At this moment, he was surrounded by rainbow light, which had spread throughout the cracks.

Biting and grappling with grotesque, snake-like limbs, he was soon entangled. Then, countless eerie snake shadows erupted from the shadows, tearing him to pieces.

Even after being dismembered, it couldn't die; its head was picked up by a hand that emerged from a swarm of snakes.

Soon, the white snakes intertwined and wove together to form half of a slender body.

"I was saying, 'Where do you get the guts to stand up and argue with me, Nineteenth Brother?'"

Hippolyta, ranked thirty-first, chuckled softly: "Within the belly of the household god, everything depends on the soul itself. What use are a few imperial talismans?"

"Stop playing around, just kill him already."

A hoarse voice rang out, and a slightly hunched man walked from the end of the street. He was none other than the most low-key of all the candidates, the Ninth. At this moment, he said, "The Fourth has already set off. We have to hurry."

Hippolyta smiled slightly, crushed the skull in her hand, and looked in the direction where Minkler was hiding. "Where is Minkler?"

Old Nine cast a cold glance at me:
"killed!"

(End of this chapter)