Within the temple, Qin Yu sat down cross-legged. A ray of seven-colored light flew out from between the giant statue’s eyebrows and wrapped around him.

His consciousness immediately sank as if he had been tossed into an endless black hole. He whistled downwards, endless mottled shades of light and shadow dancing past him.

After an unknown period of time, his hazy consciousness cleared up. Qin Yu struggled to open his eyes. What he saw was the excited face of a giant.

The new little giant had been born and the ancient bloodline would continue. During the night, celebration and revelry rang throughout the hidden giant village.

The massive bonfire almost seared the heavens. It illuminated countless faces as the little newborn giant was passed between pairs of large hands.

Qin Yu could clearly see all of this. He could even feel the rough hands of the giants as they picked him up and the friction as they patted his body.

As if he was the exact same person as this newborn little giant.

The happy little giant gradually grew up beneath the protection of his village. He liked to climb the mountain in front of the village and wait for the return of his father from the hunt.

Each time he could see his father leading the way up front. His father’s broad and strong arms always held rich game hung over his shoulders.

But one day, the little giant...