No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out. There was only one possibility: he had only ever come into contact with the Grave Guardian Giants' blood pool.
Qing Kong fell silent. Ku Wei had given him a tremendous shock, and only the Giant Race could understand why.
"Actually, why do you insist on keeping your bodies a hundred meters tall? Doesn't that feel uncomfortable?" Ku Wei asked curiously.
Qing Kong looked at him wordlessly. "This is our height."
Ku Wei blinked. "Then how can I transform into a giant a thousand meters tall? And I'm still growing?"
Qing Kong narrowed his eyes. "Because you're a Great Giant." Then his gaze lit up. "Brother Wei, let me take you to meet the Great Giant Patriarch. He might be able to explain it."
"A Great Giant?"
"Your kind."
"Aren't you?"
"There are many kinds of giants. My kind is the clever kind."
"Brother Wei isn't stupid either."
Only when he met the Great Giant Qing Kong had mentioned did Ku Wei understand what it meant to find his own kind.
Looking up, Ku Wei froze. The giant before him had to be over ten thousand meters tall—ten times his own height. Beside him, Qing Kong was like an ant.
Ku Wei had long heard there were many kinds of giants, but he'd never imagined he would one day meet one so enormous.
The ten-thousand-meter-tall giant had a name that was both elegant and imposing: Chen Huang.
At that moment, Chen Huang's enormous eyes fixed on Ku Wei as he sniffed the air. Ku Wei panicked and transformed into a thousand-meter-tall giant. That made Chen Huang seem a little less frightening. At least he wouldn't be swallowed whole.
"An ancient bloodline aura. You're one of our people," Chen