The Giant Spirits were a peculiar race — few in number, yet each one possessed unfathomable power.
They were the mightiest creatures in all of creation. Even the Dragons and Phoenixes among the Sacred Spirits couldn't compare.
Fortunately, the Giant Spirits were mild-mannered by nature and never went looking for trouble. If they weren't, the Three Thousand Great Domains would have been torn apart by them long before the Ink Race ever wreaked havoc.
This race fed on dead cosmos worlds. They possessed a wondrous ability to sense the location of dying worlds from vast distances.
Yang Kai's acquaintance with Da had originated from that crisis in the Star Boundary.
A great battle against the Great Demon God Mo Sheng had nearly shattered the Star Boundary. In the end, Mo Sheng was slain, but the Star Boundary was on the verge of collapse.
Da had arrived at just the right moment, slumbering outside the Star Boundary while waiting. It was from Da's own mouth that Yang Kai learned of the method to save the Star Boundary.
After that, Yang Kai broke free from the confines of the cosmos, journeyed to the Three Thousand Great Domains, obtained the World Tree's root within the Great Ruins Boundary, and returned to plant it in the Star Boundary — bringing it back from the brink of death.
Then Da departed, vanishing without a trace.
It could be said that Da played a guiding role in the Star Boundary's survival. Without it telling Yang Kai to seek out the World Tree, Yang Kai would have had no way to save the dying Star Boundary.
Many years later, Yang Kai had discovered traces of another Giant Spirit in the void and thought it was Da, but it turned out to be a different Giant Spirit named Er. Led by Er, he had charged into the Chaos Dead Zone, where he met Brother Huang and Sister Lan...
It was precisely because this race fed on dead cosmos that they had held an irreconcilable grudge against the Ink Race since ancient times.
If those cosmos worlds that died naturally or from external forces were like choice cuts of meat to the Giant Spirits, then worlds tainted by the power of Ink were putrid, rotting flesh...
A Giant Spirit would never consume such putrid meat.
The very existence of the Ink Race was in a natural, irreconcilable opposition to the Giant Spirits.
It was because of this that the human side had been able to lure Er to the Domain of the Void, borrowing its power to fight against that Ink-colored Giant Spirit. Otherwise, with the Giant Spirits' mild and detached temperament, how would they ever have willingly entered into conflict with other beings.
The great war between humanity and the Ink Race in the late ancient era had seen the Giant Spirits actively participate. Both Da and Er had taken part in the campaigns against the Ink Race.
During that era, there had been more than just two Giant Spirits. It was during that conflict — spanning countless ages — that the already sparse Giant Spirit population was reduced to a mere two.
Countless years later, when Da awakened from its slumber, it once again laid eyes on the only race that the Giant Spirits truly despised above all else. Towering rage surged within it, and its terrifying aura swept across more than half of the Domain of the Void.
It strode forward with massive steps — movements that appeared clumsy but weren't slow in the slightest. A huge hand reached out, grasping toward the cluster of Pseudo-King Lords.
A hand large enough to blot out the sky descended upon them. The Pseudo-King Lords turned pale with shock, each one channeling their power to flee in every direction. Yet within the area that hand covered, a mysterious force surged, churning the void.
Though the grab found no target, it threw every Pseudo-King Lord off balance.
Without giving them a moment to recover, another hand came slapping down — as though swatting mere insects. A scream rang out as one Pseudo-King Lord who couldn't dodge in time had every bone in his body shattered in an instant, his form exploding into a mist of blood.
Dense Ink Force dissipated outward.
The survivors were terrified out of their wits. Even a King Lord like Monaye could only flee in disarray under the Giant Spirit's frenzied assault.
Such power was simply not something a single King Lord could hope to withstand. He finally understood the pressure those two Ninth-Order humans had faced against the Ink Giant Spirit.
"So annoying!" Da mumbled and grumbled, delivering palm strike after palm strike, turning the entire Domain of the Void upside down.
Pseudo-King Lords who failed to dodge in time were continuously struck or caught in the residual shockwaves.
Even as powerful as Pseudo-King Lords were, against the Giant Spirit's brute-force attacks, a scratch meant injury and a hit meant death. In just a brief span, three Pseudo-King Lords had fallen, and several more were wounded, coughing blood without end.
Monaye had also been grazed by one of those massive palms. His entire body's blood and qi churned wildly, his heart gripped by alarm. But even in this dire situation, he kept shouting orders — to form formations, to surround and kill...
Yet even when the Pseudo-King Lords managed to form formations, they were hard-pressed to contend with the Giant Spirit. Before the formations could even properly engage, they were shattered, their bearers left reeling before power so brutally simple it defied all reason.
Monaye, directing the battle, felt ice-cold throughout. In the depths of his heart, he cursed Yang Kai to high heaven.
To have such a trump card hidden up his sleeve and keep it concealed all this time — how viciously cunning could he be!
Over the years, anyone who had gotten entangled with Yang Kai had indeed never had anything good come of it.
He couldn't help but recall the battle where the humans' Ninth-Order powerhouses had joined forces against the Ink Giant Spirit. Those Ninth-Order cultivators may not have been much stronger than him in raw power, yet with five or six of them working together, they had managed to hold their own against the Ink Giant Spirit. The courage and audacity that required was beyond imagining.