Having resolved matters here, Wu Tao then brought Wu Ming along to the Giant King's Capital.
A mere small tribe hardly warranted his excessive attention.
Decisive in his actions, Wu Tao wasted no time.
Wu Tao arrived with Wu Ming before the carriage.
Having anticipated bringing a giant along, Wu Tao had ordered his subordinates to craft this carriage according to a giant's height.
Behold, a bronze carriage as vast as a mountain, pulled not by horses, but by a qilin.
Upon seeing the qilin, Wu Ming nearly drew the greatsword he always carried on his back in fright.
This qilin was purebred and had long since matured, its combat power no weaker than that of a human Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
Translated into the giant race's realm, this meant it was a mount no less than Great Shaman level.
No wonder Wu Ming was so on edge.
If they had encountered this qilin in the wild, an adolescent giant like Wu Ming would have merely been a meal for the creature.
This qilin was of the earth element, its scales the color of earth, a beard beneath its chin, and its neck covered in fine scales.
It stood eleven thousand three hundred zhang tall, its eyes like crystal, scales covering its body, long whiskers golden-yellow, horns like a deer's, a head like a dragon's, eyes like a ghost's, a neck like a snake's, scales like a fish's, claws like an eagle's, and palms like a tiger's.
Seeing Wu Ming frozen in place, Wu Tao smiled and said, "Don't worry, qilin are naturally gentle, and this one especially so. There's no need to be afraid."
Truth be told, Wu Tao had captured this qilin in Yunzhou.
Normally, with a qilin's arrogant nature, even if it couldn't defeat Wu Tao, it wouldn't stoop to pulling a carriage for anyone.
But who could resist Wu Tao?
Facing a qilin that refused to yield, Wu Tao directly procured several female Su Jin Jin Mao pigs and a bottle of aphrodisiac.
Qilin, unlike true dragons,
Dragons were inherently licentious, true dragons accepting anything, anyone. If Wu Tao had threatened a true dragon this way, it would have been like throwing a meat bun at a dog.
However, when used against a qilin, renowned for its divine sanctity and loyalty, this tactic was god-tier, yielding excellent results.
Under Wu Tao's threat, this adult male qilin lowered its noble head.
It was precisely because of witnessing this qilin that Wu Fei, the chieftain of the Giant Rock Tribe, treated Wu Tao with such courtesy.
On the carriage, observing the simple-minded Wu Ming, Wu Tao suddenly felt a spark of interest and began to chat with him.
Though Wu Tao had only lived for a few hundred years, far younger than Wu Ming, he had experienced an immense amount during those centuries.
As Wu Tao gradually recounted his own story, Wu Ming, listening attentively, began to show a look of admiration in his eyes.
...
Seeing the forthright and guileless Wu Ming, Wu Tao's impression of him grew considerably, fostering an inexplicable fondness.
Although Wu Tao wasn't particularly interested in obscure historical anecdotes, his own experiences were legendary enough.
Even a casual mention of a few events left the "youth" who had never traveled far in awe, eagerly pressing for more details.
After a brief exchange, Wu Tao and Wu Ming found themselves conversing with great ease!
One would hardly guess they belonged to different races.
...
"So that's how it is. The outside world is truly so vast..."
"Jiuzhou, the Underworld, Zizhou, and the like are all far larger than Yunzhou, and Yunzhou is merely a continent drifting in the sky..."
"I've never heard your 'uncle' speak of it this way before."
"So our giant race is formed from the blood of the three thousand demon gods from the era of primordial chaos. You truly know everything, 'uncle', it's opened my eyes..."
"However, I still have one question I'd like to ask..."
"According to the stone tablets left behind by our tribe, our giant race was the undisputed overlord of heaven and earth during the Desolate Ancient era. Why were we driven to Yunzhou now..."
Wu Ming seemed eager to continue his questions. Just as he clarified one matter, the qilin pulling the carriage suddenly stopped, letting out a furious roar.
Wu Tao and Wu Ming inside the carriage heard it clearly. Wu Ming's face filled with alarm as he looked towards Han Li.
Wu Tao's expression changed, a golden light flashed, and his entire body vanished from within the carriage.
Wu Ming was startled, looking around to find no one. Stepping out of the carriage, he discovered Wu Tao had strangely appeared outside.
"Uncle, what happened? Are there enemies?"
Wu Ming, seeing Wu Tao's stern expression and emanating killing intent, couldn't help but pale and ask nervously.
...
"It's nothing. There's a beast hiding around here, trying to ambush us. Once I deal with it, we'll be on our way."
Wu Tao quickly calmed himself, turning back to the uneasy Wu Ming with an apologetic smile.
Without waiting for Wu Ming to say anything, Wu Tao extended his right hand and gently waved forward.
The next moment, a power of time's flow swept through the surrounding space, carrying immense sword energy, instantly reaching a level capable of altering the heavens and earth.
Under Wu Ming's shocked gaze, Wu Tao struck with full force, his body surging with powerful spiritual energy.
The astounding sword energy, imbued with the power of time, transformed into countless sword threads that were released.
The sky full of sword threads controlled hundreds of miles of the surrounding area.
"Roar!!!"
A low growl echoed from underground.
From the perfectly flat ground, a sharp scorpion tail pierced through the earth. In the next second, the monster hidden beneath the ground revealed its true form.
It was a ten-thousand-zhang sized Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion.
It roared and unleashed its spiritual power, resisting Wu Tao's might.
Boom!!
An aura of death permeated the surroundings. Its terrifying innate divine ability, poisonous gas, spread and collided with the sword energy, creating a violent explosion.
Countless wounds appeared all over its body, dripping black poisonous blood, indicating it was severely injured.
Yet, despite its injuries, it had blocked Wu Tao's attack and even seemed to have the strength to counterattack.
"Roar..."
The Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion's appearance became increasingly terrifying.
It began to release the potent poison within its body, capable of killing cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.
However, before it could fully unleash it...
A golden sword light flashed across the land.
Looking at the Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion before him, Wu Tao's expression was calm. He drew his Chuxiong Sword and unleashed a single strike.
"Ching!!!"
With a crisp sword cry, the ten-thousand-zhang sized, mountain-like Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion crashed down, kicking up a storm of dust.
The next second, its flesh and bones, along with bone fragments, were torn into countless pieces, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
A slight curve formed on Wu Tao's lips, a cold smile appearing on his face.
In front of him, the residual poisonous gas from the Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion's corpse was corroding everything around it.
Everything around, like mountains, rocks, trees, flowers, birds, fish, and insects, looked extremely disgusting.
A faint spiritual energy shield enveloped the surroundings, instantly protecting Wu Tao and Wu Ming from the corrosive gas.
Wu Tao flicked his sleeve, and a ball of crimson true fire landed on the corpse of the Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion.
Flames erupted, burning everything to ashes, including the corrosive poisonous gas. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky.
It was only then that the dumbfounded Wu Ming finally reacted.
"Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion!!!"
Wu Ming's face showed shock as he muttered, "And it looks like an adult one!!"
"When did this Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion appear here?"
Looking at the blazing inferno, even now, Wu Ming's eyes still held a hint of lingering fear.
The Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion was a notorious poisonous divine beast in Yunzhou. Born with potent poison, once adult, it could rival cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.
This divine beast was famous because it enjoyed consuming the flesh and blood of powerful creatures and liked to hide underground to ambush its prey.
No one wished to encounter such a divine beast, especially when many of their family and friends had fallen victim to the Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpion's venom.
...
In the past, many giants of the giant race had died at the fangs of these Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpions.
Enraged, the giant race mobilized its entire strength and annihilated almost all the Netherworld Ancient Demonic Pattern Scorpions.
Who would have thought a survivor would still be here.
Seeing the fear on Wu Ming's face, Wu Tao sighed slightly, comforted him with kind words, and then prepared to lead him back to the carriage.
However, after taking only a few steps, he seemed to sense something. His steps halted again, and he turned directly to look at a certain spot behind him.
It was an area corroded by poisonous gas, now empty.
...
However, when Wu Tao opened his Nightmare Eye on his forehead, his aura shifted, clearly indicating he had discovered something.
After a moment of hesitation, Wu Tao finally turned, taking Wu Ming with him, and departed the area.
As Wu Tao left, only a raging inferno remained.
...
"That person's power just now was immense. Who was he?"
In a void, unseen by ordinary people, a cold voice suddenly rang out.
As a detached voice echoed, a figure appeared in the sky.
This was a tall Tianren (Celestial Being) race member, his fiery red wings signifying his noble status.
His face was cold, his handsome features gazing at the gradually disappearing colossal carriage, a peculiar emotion in his eyes.
Undoubtedly, this was a member of the Tianren race, and a high-ranking one at that.
On his shoulder stood a miniature, three-legged Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow's eyes lacked the wild ferocity of other divine beasts; instead, they held a gaze of profound wisdom.
One felt as if it were not a divine beast, but rather an elder who had weathered countless storms.
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