Martial Ascent to Divinity

Many Low-tier Giants dropped to their knees, bowing and worshipping.

Zhou Leng quickly understood.

The value of one who completes the Vast Ancient Road is truly beyond imagination.

Across the entire universe, among the Giant Race, only a few hundred ever complete it.

Even if you gathered all Giants from every Elementary Civilization and Intermediate Civilization in the universe, there would still be only a single one.

Zhou Leng nodded lightly and said, "We’ll return to the Royal Court and pass down the teachings to the whole race."

A Demigod shouted excitedly, "Pass down the teachings to the whole race!"

"Pass down the teachings to the whole race!" the many Demigods shouted along.

"Pass down the teachings to the whole race!" The Grandmasters shouted along.

"Pass down the teachings to the whole race..."

The Giants shouted in layer upon layer, forming a sea of sound that rolled back and forth.

Even when the procession began to run, began to head toward the Giant Royal Court, they still took turns shouting.

"Pass down the teachings to the whole race..."

The Giant Race is different from humans; there are no fancy rituals, no grand songs and dances.

Their unending "mountain shouts" are their highest form of ceremony.

The Giants ran and shouted all the way, and only stopped when they had run back to the Giant Royal Court.

Countless Giants filled the vast plaza before the Royal Court’s gates.

Rows of rubble-stone paths leading to the plaza stretched outward.

The broad roads that extended in all directions were also packed with Giants, patch after patch.

The total number of the Giant Race wasn’t large, barely ten million in all.

But today, those ten million were all gathered here.

Zhou Leng stood upon a high platform.

All across the city, there were also Demon Spirit Artifact projections, so that distant Giants could see clearly.

"The first feeling when entering the Vast Ancient Road is your guts churning..."

"I carried the summit stone on my back and ran slowly..."

"On the road, I met the Ghost-faced Giant..."

Zhou Leng used the plainest language to slowly recount his experiences.

Not far away, besides Demon Spirit Masters recording audio, many elderly Giants were also carving onto stone slabs.

These slabs would become the inheritance and civilization of the Giant Race.

Together with the treasures of the most top-tier Giant kings of past ages, they would be revered by future Giants.

Aside from certain private matters, Zhou Leng told everything truthfully.

When speaking of battles, Zhou Leng’s narration was very simple.

"I encountered a Witch Giant, fused a few moves of Fist Technique, and accidentally killed him..."

"I encountered a Three-eyed Law Dragon and killed it with one punch..."

"I encountered a Twin-shadow Dragon; it took about two hundred punches to kill it. It was very strong..."

The Giants below Grandmaster level listened with relish, just like when they were kids listening to adults tell stories—very interesting, and then that was that.

But the Demon Spirit Masters, Grandmaster Giants, and Demigod Giants who knew the history between the Giants and the Giant Dragons broke out in a cold sweat all over.

Especially Mountain and River Origin, who sat as if on needles; for some reason his whole body itched, and he kept scratching himself.

He was one of the personal experiencers of the Vast Ancient Road.

Among the Human Race, he was a peerless prodigy.

Among the Giant Race, he was likewise unparalleled across the whole race.

After entering the Ancient Star Bridge, he was heavily injured by a single punch from a High-level Giant and forced to withdraw.

He knew very clearly that those Giants whom Zhou Leng killed with one punch could instant-kill him.

He glanced at the other Demigod Giants; it was the same for them.

Each of them felt their whole body go numb from Zhou Leng’s words.

They knew better than anyone what "Hundred Giant Clans" and "Hundred Dragon Clans" meant.

The Giant World compared to the Hundred Giant Clans wasn’t just a matter of a gap in strength; it simply wasn’t on the same scale.

Especially the races ranked in the top ten among the Hundred Clans—each one was a terrifying force that could run rampant across the entire universe.

Ordinary Giants listened as if to myths; Demigod Giants listened as if to horror stories.

"On the mountaintop, a Celestial Light Giant walked over and added me as a friend..."

The ordinary Giants listened with smiling faces.

The expressions of the Demigod Giants were extremely complicated—joy, pride, shock, disbelief...

In their eyes, the number one among Giants, the Celestial Light Giant, was practically the same as a Starry Giant.

The Celestial Light Giants even had a history of exterminating Star Sky Races.

In the history of the Giants, the Celestial Light Giants didn’t even have an official racial name; they were worshipped as Divine Spirits.

They were described as "gods clad in aurora, descending from the heavens, spreading the Giants’ glory and majesty."

In the end, Zhou Leng said, "The greatest regret is that we’re an Elementary Civilization; there are many forms of Power we simply can’t obtain. However, I did receive many inheritances from Giant Divine Spirits, which I can share one by one..."

The Demigod Giants looked at one another, at a loss for words.

For the strongest Demigod Giants throughout history, even obtaining one complete inheritance—the worst kind at that—was incredibly difficult. Yet this Frost Giant king had casually gotten a whole pile.

Next, Zhou Leng began recounting his experiences on the Ancient Star Bridge, focusing on his insights.

Most Giants listened as if to heavenly scripture, rote-memorizing by dead effort.

Only a very few geniuses and Demigod Giants could grasp the true meaning within.

In the Giant World, Zhou Leng passed down teachings for three days.

After it ended, Zhou Leng, accompanied by the Demigods, inspected the various ancient structures of the Giant Royal Court.

And at the very end of the "Giant Divine Road," he personally carved many murals of Giant Divine Spirits.

One man carved thirty-four Giant Divine Spirit images, accounting for one third of the entire race’s.

And they were the clearest.

After that, the Giants held a grand "Ancestor Worship Ceremony."

Before the whole race, they moved Zhou Leng’s statue into the "Giant Ancestors Hall" to be enshrined.

And in many places of the Giant Race, they added the Divine name "Zhoutian Jihan," to be passed down for ten thousand generations.

From this day on, among all the Ancestors who bestowed blessings upon the Giants, Zhou Leng would also be present.

Among the Giants currently alive, only the Demigod King was ranked in the Ancestors Hall.

Early the next morning, just as Zhou Leng was preparing to leave, an arrogant shout came from outside.

"I am the special envoy of Zhou Leng, Saint Zhou. Whoever dares block me, I’ll smash your dog head with one punch! Back when this dragon and Saint Zhou were running around in the same crotchless pants, you lot didn’t even exist yet!"

A Giant snorted coldly and said, "Cut the crap, your crotchless pants are bigger than Saint Zhou’s bed sheets."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Leng walked outside. A huge green figure towered high.

Seeing Zhou Leng, Jade Wings hurriedly bent down and said with a grin, "Saint Zhou, it’s me, Little Jade."

Zhou Leng said, "Don’t use such a disgusting nickname next time. Why are you here? Aren’t you afraid the Giants will beat you to death?"

"Uh... the Dragon Gods said they invite you over for a chat. If you don’t go, they’ll kill me."

"Oh, then you can go back."

Jade Wings panicked and lunged forward, grabbing Zhou Leng’s leg. "Saint Zhou, spare my dog life! If I go back empty-handed, they really will kill me! You know how brutal the Dragon Race is. Boohoo... I’m afraid my chrysanthemum won’t survive... Saint Zhou, for the sake of our past friendship, just make the trip..."

Jade Wings squeezed out tears and began wailing loudly.

Zhou Leng could tell at a glance that after he finished passing down the teachings to the whole Giant Race, the Giant Dragons could no longer sit still.

Now that he had become a "Giant Ancestor," the balance between the two sides was broken.

The Ten Realms war was about to begin, and for the Giant Dragon Race this was no less than a bolt from the blue—continuous ones.

"Alright, I’ll make a trip. But the Ten Realms war is about to start, so I have to get back to Blue Star as soon as possible. There’s intel that the Demon Purgatory has prepared many Upper-Rank Demigods to form a vanguard army."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he raised his hand, grabbed Jade Wings by the neck, and with a boom, flew into the sky.

Upon arriving at Dragon Mountain, Zhou Leng descended and released Jade Wings.

"Ugh..."

Jade Wings lay on the ground, vomiting loudly.

Jade Wings was filled with grief; who could understand it, a Giant Dragon being carried through the air by a human— and getting airsick from it.