Legendary Armament Canon

Chapter 903 I Am Not Xiaoyu'er, Ten Thousand Years Ago (2)

"It's true. He looks like us, but he's too small," the giant said.

Zhou Shu felt a gust of wind blow against his face, mixed with a stench that almost made him faint.

"What race has such small people? I've never heard of them before," the giant continued, his rough face full of doubts.

"Uncle Bai, dig them out first. They look so pitiful," Ling'er said.

"Alright, I'll dig them out first." The giant called Uncle Bai laughed. He clenched his fist and punched the stone beside Zhou Shu and Ji Lutian.

Crack!

Large pieces of gravel fell. The tremors coming from the stone made Zhou Shu feel his internal organs tremble. The unconscious Ji Lutian groaned, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The giant was very strong, but he was too rough. By the time he dug them out, Ji Lutian would probably be shocked to death...

"I'm so stupid!" Zhou Shu wished he could slap himself. He was really in a daze.

"Celestial Thearch Sword, come out!" he shouted, and a light appeared in the air.

As soon as the light appeared, Ling'er and the giant, Uncle Bai, were shocked.

Before they could react, the light had already circled around Zhou Shu and Ji Lutian and cut into the stone.

Zhou Shu kicked with both his feet and left the mountain in a boulder.

Boom!

His body shook, and stones flew. He had already escaped.

He grabbed Ji Lutian and stepped into the air, landing on a rock protruding from the mountain.

This scene stunned Ling'er, Uncle Bai, and the other giants.

"Uncle Bai, he can fly!" Ling'er stammered.

Uncle Bai was also shocked. He looked at Zhou Shu warily. "Which race are you from? And what is that?"

Uncle Bai pointed at the Celestial Thearch Sword floating in front of Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu raised his eyebrows. He doesn't know what a sword is?

Didn't the giant spirit race create the art of forging?

The uneasiness in Zhou Shu's heart grew stronger.

"What year and month is it now?" Zhou Shu asked in a deep voice.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

The language spoken by the giant spirit race was actually the same as that of humans. Something was wrong.

"What year and month?" Uncle Bai asked doubtfully. "What does year and month mean?"

"How do you count the days?" Zhou Shu frowned.

"The rising and setting of the sun is one day," Uncle Bai said subconsciously.

Then he immediately reacted and shouted while waving his huge fist, "Why should I tell you? I'm the one asking you! Which race are you from? Why did you come to our Holy Mountain?!"

The strong wind brought by his fist made Zhou Shu's clothes and hair flutter, as if it wanted to blow him away.

Compared to the ten-meter-tall giant, Zhou Shu looked abnormally weak.

But strength had never depended on size. Back then, the true dragon Demon King Ao Guang, who was a thousand feet long, had also been beaten up by Zhou Shu.

Although the giant Uncle Bai didn't say what year it was, Zhou Shu already had a definite answer.

This answer set off a storm in his heart.

How is that possible?

How could such a thing happen?

Have I returned to the era when the giant spirit race was still around?

To Zhou Shu, it was almost impossible to reverse time. Even though he had already reached lesser mastery in the Heavenly Emperor Jade Book and his grasp of the laws of time had reached a certain level, he was still unable to reverse time, not to mention going back to countless years ago.

He thought of the bronze palace and Xiaoyu'er.

The current situation was clearly related to them and the seven-colored vortex.

At the time, Xiaoyu'er said that she had no ill intentions. She might indeed have no ill intentions, but she had sent them countless years back to when the giant spirit race was still alive!

Zhou Shu's feelings became incomparably complicated. Since he returned to countless years ago, what would the era he was in become?

How would Yin Wuyou, Lu Wenshuang, Mi Ziwen, Sun Gongping, Xiao Jianghe, Yang Hong, Shi Songtao, and the others be able to withstand the attacks of the demonic beasts?

No, I have to find a way back! Zhou Shu thought.

"Hey!" Seeing that Zhou Shu didn't say anything, Uncle Bai shouted, "I'm asking you a question. Hurry up and answer! Otherwise, I'll punch you into meat paste!"

Whoosh!

He punched down, shattering a stone ten times the size of Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu sized up the giant Uncle Bai. There was no spiritual essence fluctuation in his punch just now. He had relied purely on his physical strength.

"You're asking me who I am?" Zhou Shu slowly said. "I'm your clansman!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his body swelled with the wind.

Eight-Nine Arcane Art, Lawful Embodiment of Heaven and Earth!

After a few breaths, Zhou Shu also became a ten-meter-tall giant.

This change stunned Ling'er, Uncle Bai, and the other giant spirits.

Giant spirits could become bigger or smaller?

Why had they never known?

Looking at the giant who was as tall as him, Uncle Bai was a little confused. From his appearance, he was indeed a member of the giant spirit race, but the giant spirit race couldn't become bigger or smaller.

Uncle Bai couldn't understand what was going on at all.

Ling'er blinked and hugged Zhou Shu's leg. "Is this a trick? How did you do it? Can you teach me?"

In front of the ten-meter-tall Zhou Shu, the three-meter-tall Ling'er became a little child again. Without considering their huge bodies, they were actually no different from humans.

"Of course." Zhou Shu rubbed Ling'er's head dotingly. "I can teach you whatever you want to learn."

Zhou Shu didn't know Xiaoyu'er had perished with the heavenly tribulation when he was swept into the seven-colored vortex. But looking at Ling'er in front of him, he still felt that he had regained what he had lost.

Although this daughter no longer called him daddy, it felt good when she hugged his leg.

"Ling'er, can I see your father?" Zhou Shu rubbed Ling'er's head.

Zhou Shu was very curious about the king of the giant spirit race who had defied Heaven and wanted to replace Heaven. Whether he could return to his era would probably depend on the giant spirit race.

Since the giant spirit race had brought him here, he would probably have to rely on them to return.

"Okay." Ling'er smiled. "But my father went to negotiate with the black feather race. He won't be back for many days. Why don't you teach me how to become bigger and smaller first? When my father comes back, I can transform for him to see!"

"Negotiate?" Zhou Shu was deep in thought. The giant spirit race still has to negotiate with others. This means that they've yet to become the ruler of the world. The king of the giant spirit race hasn't yet become invincible in the world.

Zhou Shu looked up at the dim sky. The strength of the giant spirit race has yet to reach its peak. Can they send me back?

He became uneasy. He had too many concerns in his heart. He had to return to his own era.

"This place isn't suitable for teaching," Zhou Shu said. "Why don't we return to where the giant spirit race lives first, and I'll teach you slowly?

"Okay," Ling'er agreed without hesitation.

"No!" Uncle Bai's voice sounded. "It's not certain if you're a member of our giant spirit race. You can't go back with us. Unless you can prove your identity, I will never let you enter our territory!"