By the side of the ancestral dimension, a massive figure was silently waiting for a very long time. He stared intently at the ancestral land. All was still quiet as if nothing had happened.

A Giant by his side said softly, "Your Majesty Chronos, they've gone in the ancestral land for so long. Things don't look so good…"

These Giants knew intimately the dangers of the ancestral land. Previously, they had sent many powerful Giant Kings but all had died without exception.

Even the Titan Giant Chronos, due to the danger within, did not have absolute confidence, so he did not enter the ancestral land. This time, he had placed high hopes in Merlin and the rest because of the Slothful Beast.

Nonetheless, high hopes led to great disappointment. Up until now, there was no trace of Merlin and the rest. Perhaps they had failed, just as the Giant had said.

"Let's go."

Chronos shook his head slightly. Although his face wore no discernible expression, everyone knew that he was deeply let down.

Therefore, Chronos turned to leave. Suddenly, from within the lifeless atmosphere of the ancestral land, out came a massive beast of matchless size.

"The Slothful Beast? They've returned!"

The Slothful Beast had appeared, carrying Merlin, Setoh, Flarite, and the rest. It was being steered by Merlin's Hallucinating spell away from the ancestral land. That intense air of death seemed to roll off them incessantly.

"Haha, Wizard Setoh, have you succeeded?"

With a step forward, the Titan Giant immediately flew toward the Slothful Beast. Even though his size was immense, it was still far from the Slothful Beast's. It was nothing for him to stand on the Slothful Beast.

Setoh took a step forward, smiling. "Although we went through many trials and tribulations, we didn't let Your Majesty down in the end. Is this the heritage blood that Your Majesty need?"

Setoh took out that drop of heritage blood they had obtained from the palace of the ancestral land. Although this drop of blood exuded a powerful force and pressure, Merlin and Setoh had already tried but were unable to utilize the power within.

This was the Giant Tribe's heritage blood. Only those from the Giant Tribe, with exceptional talent and similar Giant blood, could cultivate this drop of heritage blood.

Chronos took the box. When he saw that dark red blood in the box, his hands began to tremble from excitement. Back then, he had received the heritage blood as well and had relied upon it to become a formidable Titan Giant. He would surely recognize that this was honest-to-goodness heritage blood.

"Haha, it's heritage blood. You did it!"

Chronos began to laugh loudly. This was his greatest wish, and unexpectedly, Setoh, Merlin, and the rest had carried it out. Now, with this drop of heritage blood, the Giant Tribe would no longer rest only on his shoulders. He could use this drop of heritage blood to gradually nurture another Titan Giant.

"Your Majesty Chronos, we've obtained the heritage blood for you. I wonder when will the Giant Tribe be ready to start off?"

Setoh asked softly. This was promised by Chronos previously. Once he received the heritage blood, the Giant Tribe would start off for the Spell Caster civilization, and joined forces.

Chronos' smile gradually faded as it was replaced by a serious look. "Don't worry, I won't go back on what I've promised. First, I need to arrange for someone to absorb this heritage blood!"

Merlin and Setoh understood that Chronos was going to select a prodigy. Once selected, that Giant would become the second ultimate existence.

Although a drop of heritage blood would not have a hundred percent chance of creating a Titan Giant, the success rate was high indeed. This was the real reason ancient and powerful civilizations could continue ceaselessly, passing down an extensive heritage.

Even if the Giant Tribe had changed their names, even if they nearly became extinct before Chronos had risen, but thanks to Chronos obtaining a drop of heritage blood in the ancestral land, the Giant Tribe rose up once more, growing to its present prosperous state.

This was the foundation of great civilizations, unlike the Spell Caster civilization. After all, they had only risen for a short time. If the three Arcane Wizards had died, the Spell Caster civilization would immediately fell to ruin, subsequently disappearing in the Void Zone, no longer to emerge.

"We can wait for Your Majesty Chronos to arrange everything!"

After a long moment, Setoh nodded in agreement. He could not object for it was impossible to force Chronos. Still, since Chronos had already promised, he would surely head to the Spell Caster civilization.

Moreover, Wizard Setoh's avatar could learn of the Spell Caster civilization's present situation through his actual body. In general, things were relatively calm. The Rock Tribe, the Light God Organization, and the Atlan civilization had not made any moves, though they knew that the greater the calm, the worse the storm that was brewing. Therefore, they must not underestimate the situation but instead, make preparations as soon as possible.

"Follow us if you wish to. In the distant past, when the prodigies of my Giant Tribe received the heritage blood, they would even invite a few powerful existences to attend the ceremony! You shall be the honored guests I've invited to take part."

Chronos glanced at Merlin and the rest, speaking slowly.

"Attend the ceremony? Very well. Let us witness how wondrous is the Giant Tribe's heritage blood."

Wizard Setoh smiled. Since they could attend, naturally, it was the best thing to learn about the wonders of the heritage blood while keeping an eye on Chronos' every movement.

Therefore, Merlin steered the Slothful Beast to follow behind the Titan Giant Chronos, slowing flying toward the Titan Dimension.

…

The holy Titan Dimension was currently filled with hubbub. Colossal Giant Kings hurried from each of their dimensions. This was an invitation sent by the only Titan Giant of the Giant Tribe.

This was because this concerned the entire Giant Tribe! The noble Titan Giant, His Majesty Chronos, wanted to pass on the heritage blood to a powerful Giant King. This meant that the Giant Tribe might produce a second Titan Giant!

This was a momentous event to the entire Giant Tribe. Therefore, every Giant King who had the ability to cross the endless territories hurried from distant places to the Titan Dimension.

The square outside the Titan Dimension's palace seemed to be prepared for such an occasion. It was extremely spacious, and able to accommodate countless Giants.

Today, nearly all the Giant Kings of the Giant Tribe had gathered. These powerful forces were unleashed without restraint, and formed a formidable presence when put together.

In particular, these Giant Kings seemed to be in subtle battle. Their forces caused the air above the square to be pervaded with a turbulent fighting will.

"It's a civilization known for fighting. The Giants are natural warriors!"

Upon seeing these Giant Kings, Wizard Setoh could not help but exclaim his admiration. Natural warriors – this was the best compliment to the Giant Tribe. Each Giant was equipped with excellent fighting attributes. It was scary to have the Giant Tribe as an enemy.

They recalled the crumbling walls and dilapidated buildings of the ancestral land. Back then, the Vestigial Tribe was at the peak of their power, sweeping over the Void Zone. There were almost no civilization forces that could stop them, yet they still sent numerous powerful Black Star Warriors and innumerable puppets to confront the Titan Giants. This was enough to show the Giant Tribe's might.

After all, it was not every civilization that could scare the Vestigial Tribe into sending their Black Star Warriors.

"Boom."

Soon, the large doors of the palace burst open, and out walked the tallest one among the Giants – the Titan Giant! The Giant Tribe was a tribe born to fight. The will to battle was imprinted in their blood.

Moreover, in measuring a Giant's strength, the most direct way was to look at their height. The bigger a Giant was, undoubtedly, the stronger they would be.

In the entire Giant Tribe, there was only one Titan Giant. There was no question that the Titan Giant Chronos was the strongest. Compared to the other Giant Kings in the square, he was much, much taller.

"Everyone, today marks the most important day of our Giant Tribe because I'm fulfilling the most ancient ceremony. The ancestors of our Giant Tribe had left behind the heritage blood but for various reasons, we couldn't find it. Now, I've located a drop of heritage blood. Based on this drop, I'll complete the Giant Tribe's most ancient ceremony, bestowing this heritage blood to the best and the strongest Giant King of our Giant Tribe – the Giant King Monre!"

At the mention of Monre, the crowd of Giant Kings below immediately cheered. Monre had a great reputation among the Giant Tribe.

"Bang."

From the square below, out leaped a Giant King who was tall and sturdy. This Giant King was naturally rather "small" compared to Chronos but relative to the other Giant Kings in the square, he was much taller.

The Giant Tribe's abilities were reflected in this aspect, so at one glance, one could tell that Giant King Monre was the Giant second to Chronos in the Giant Tribe. This was equivalent to how the Fowell Lord of Augustus City was second only to the three Arcane Wizards.

However, without the heritage blood, the Giant King Monre would only stop there. Becoming a Titan Giant was not simple but with this drop of heritage blood now, things had changed.

Chronos' gaze fixed upon Monre. The heritage blood did not require Giants with excellent "talent" or such because in the Giant Tribe, there was no such thing. One's strength was reflected in their blood.

The stronger their blood, the more powerful the stage they could grow into in the end. Perhaps some Giants could surprise them and break the shackles but these cases were rare.

Therefore, Chronos had gone the most dependable route, immediately selecting Monre, a powerful Giant King publicly recognized to be second only to himself, to receive the heritage blood.

"Monre, do you remember the Ancestors' Oath?"

Before receiving the heritage blood, there was a string of ceremonies. These were very ancient, and Chronos had never performed them before. Therefore, today was the first time these ancient, complicated rituals were carried out. However, he did not feel any impatience for he was immersed in a peculiar, divine mood.

"The Ancestors' Oath – to never be weak, to protect tribe members, and to guard the civilization. We're forever the mightiest warriors!"

Monre solemnly recited the Ancestors' Oath. Instantly, a wave of intense will to battle soared to the sky, causing a change in the expressions of Merlin and Setoh.

It seemed that these seemingly complicated and ancient rituals had deep-seated meaning, and was not completely useless. Perhaps it increased one's chances of cultivating the heritage blood.

Merlin would not let this ceremony slipped by him. He knew that this was a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity. Receiving the heritage blood was a demonstration of the process of becoming an ultimate existence. Therefore, regardless of whether it was Merlin or Flarite, they stared with full attention at Chronos and Monre. This would be a great help for when they had merged with the natural order and become ultimate existences in the future.

Chronos' expression did not change at all. After hearing Monre reciting the oath, he merely nodded, then said in a deep voice, "The heritage blood is the total essence of an ancestral Titan Giant from the past to pass on to a descendant. Thus, this is a rare opportunity, the only one you'll have. You must seize it!"

After this warning, Chronos took out a box and gently opened it. Instantly, that formidable force was emanated. To Merlin and the rest, this was simply a sense of pressure but to those Giant Kings, this was incomparably intimate, suppressing their blood.

Only a Titan Giant could do this. There was no doubt that this was indeed a drop of heritage blood left by a Titan Giant!

With a great swipe of his hand, Chronos grabbed the drop of heritage blood, following which Monre closed his eyes, allowing Chronos to place the heritage blood upon his forehead.

Soon, the heritage blood upon Monre's forehead had gradually sunk into his brow. Waves of intense pressure spread from Monre. The blood in his veins was wildly surging as well.

"Roar…"

As if he could not withstand the pressure, Monre let out a great howl.

Even Chronos was standing far away at this point, his solemn gaze leveled at Monre. Just as he said, this was a rare opportunity but it was the only chance which was fleeting.

Soon, a massive vortex appeared above Monre's forehead. Tremendous energy seemed to be faintly brewing.

"The power of the natural order…"

Setoh looked up at the vortex in the sky. He could feel that this was the formidable natural order's power. It had appeared at this time, so Monre was trying to merge with the natural order.

"Crack."

Perhaps other Giants did not know about merging with the natural order nor even Merlin. Only Flarite, Setoh, and Chronos could sense the power of the natural order.

However, Monre's body that was continually growing was easy to observe. It was eye-catching indeed because after only a short moment, Monre's body would swell up again thanks to the formidable power contained in the heritage blood, catching up to Chronos.

The power of the natural order in the sky grew more intense, increasing in pressure. When Monre was a third of Chonos' size, he stopped growing. He then looked up at the vortex.

"This is the key moment. Whether he can cultivate the heritage blood fully and merge with the natural order, becoming the second Titan Giant of the Giant Tribe, it's all based on this move!"

Setoh's expression had turned grave. This was the crucial moment for the Giant King Monre!

"He must succeed!"

Chronos was watching Monre closely as well. He knew how difficult it was to obtain this heritage blood, and how important it was. At this time, The Giant Tribe could not bear any failure!

"The Ancestors' Oath – my will is to fight. No matter when, I'll fight till the end!"

Monre's voice was very low but his willpower was incomparably sturdy. This will to battle soared into the sky, practically fusing with the massive vortex.

At this point, it all depended on Monre. The heritage blood could help Monre shorten the time, and break free of the shackles, mobilizing the natural order.

However, whether or not Monre could merge with the natural order was down to him. At this point, no one could get involved!