It should be noted that there were a total of eighteen cloud giant overlords, and there must be some overlords interlinked to block Muria's ears and eyes. There were definitely more than just two cloud giant overlords.

So, when Muria investigated which cloud giant overlords were trying to prevent Muria from accepting new giant loyalties through various means, he unhesitatingly exiled them. However, Muria still had a benevolent heart and gave these eight cloud giant overlords a chance to redeem themselves.

During Muria's six months on Taiji Island, his consecutive exiling of cloud giant overlords greatly frightened most of the cloud giants, leaving them restless all day. Therefore, in this atmosphere of fear and unease, Muria's Giant City, without a set completion date, was taking shape at a surprising speed.

However, Muria saw this and just sighed. Every month, except for the first day when he visited the White Jade Shrine to handle matters on Taiji Island and inspect its construction progress, the rest of the time he spent studying formations in the Five-Colored Dragon Castle.

Muria quickly mastered the basics of formations. After all, he had an endless supply of spellcasting materials to practice with. With this foundation, Muria began to attempt modifying the hatching formations of dragon eggs, striving to match the elemental energy provided by the formations precisely with the needs of each dragon egg.

In the fifth month of living in the Five-Colored Dragon Castle, he modified the hatching formations one by one based on his perception of the elements. By the sixth month, with some mental preparation, young dragons began to hatch.

"Your Highness, the room I guard, the dragon egg inside has been shaking non-stop, as if a dragon is about to hatch." On this day, while Muria was studying formations, a slightly younger cloud giant hurriedly entered his room under the guidance of the maid Mia and reported to him.

This was an order Muria had long given. If there was anything wrong with the guarded dragon egg, they had to report it to him.

"So early for hatching?" Hearing the words of the cloud giant guard, Muria was slightly surprised, but his mindset immediately returned to calmness. "What kind of dragon egg is it?"

"A black dragon egg."

"Take me there."

When Muria followed the cloud giant guard to his guarded room, he saw a small dragon with a big head and a small body, covered in thin black scales, lying on the broken eggshell. Its big black eyes were watchful of Muria and the cloud giant beside him.

Without using transformation magic, Muria's height had already approached eleven meters. For a newborn black dragon, which was only the size of a foal, it was no match.

The aura emanating from Muria made the young black dragon conflicted. It felt both familiar and repelled by a memory inherited from its bloodline—that of the golden dragon.

The faint sense of familiarity stemmed from Muria taking care of it for six months, especially the last month when Muria modified the formation, providing elemental energy that made the young dragon extremely comfortable. Even though it had not yet been born, it fully remembered Muria's aura within the eggshell.

After a slight hesitation, the young black dragon, seeing Muria and the two cloud giants standing quietly at the door of the pure white room, slightly increased its courage.

It extended its claws, picked up a piece of broken eggshell, put it in its mouth, bit and chewed, then swallowed. Throughout this process, the young black dragon kept looking up at Muria and the cloud giant.

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"You're late!" Muria frowned as he saw the young black dragon already eating, then looked at the other cloud giant. Each room had two cloud giants—one reported to him, and the other witnessed the entire process of the black dragon's birth.

"What's this dragon's name?" Muria asked. After a dragon was born, it would first reveal its true name before having its first meal of eggshell. No exceptions, even for Muria himself.

"Your Highness, I don't understand Dragon language." The remaining cloud giant showed a embarrassed expression. The true names of young dragons were spoken in Dragon language, which most of them hadn't learned.

"...," Muria fell silent. He quietly waited for the young black dragon to finish eating its eggshell before approaching it, looking down at it with what he thought was a gentle smile. "Little black dragon, what is your true Dragon name?"

A true name was unique and had some special functions, such as signing contracts, but only the person themselves writing down their true name made it valid. Writing down someone else's true name would render the contract ineffective.

So, true names were generally only useful to their holders. For others, someone else's true name was useless, only used for addressing them.

"I am called Saxon." The young black dragon, still shrinking its head in fear, looked at Muria with awe because of his intelligence. When he heard Muria's question, it hesitated for a moment before decisively revealing a part of its true name.

"Um, is there more to eat?" Saxon extended its claws to touch its belly, shyly asking Muria. It had eaten all the eggshells but still wasn't full.

"Hmm?" Muria sniffed a few times and then frowned at Saxon. He detected a faint smell from Saxon, "Yes, but you need a bath now."

"..." Saxon looked puzzled, why suddenly a bath?

"You smell a bit!" Muria looked at Saxon with a slight disgust. He knew it was the unique smell of black dragons—they liked to live in swamps, and they all had a smell.

This smell was similar to the sulfur smell on red dragons and the natural mixed fragrance emanating from golden dragons. It was the scent of dragons, although some dragons didn't have any smell.

"..." Saxon continued to look puzzled. As a dragon breed slightly stronger than the dragon race's disgrace, the white dragon, from birth, had a high AC. It knew it had to behave and not cause trouble.

"Take it for a bath, and after the bath, feed it until it's full." Muria turned to the cloud giant at the door, also a bit confused. "Remember to put more spices in its bathwater. I don't want to smell anything next time I see it."

"Yes, Master Muria." The two cloud giants, also a bit puzzled by Muria's orders, hurriedly responded.

In the following days, young dragons hatched one after another, but no two dragons hatched on the same day. The hatching times of the young dragons were all different.

This indicated one thing: Muria's father probably stole a considerable number of evil dragons, and only selected one from each brood. Each dragon egg, chosen by the legendary Titan Ansoar, had been carefully selected, even the worst white dragon egg had been screened once.

So far, the one hundred percent hatching rate had proven that not only did Muria's hatching formations contribute, but also the high quality of these dragon eggs.

Three years flew by, and the number of giants on Taiji Island successfully exceeded thirty thousand. The numbers of Mountain Giants and Tide Giants all exceeded one thousand, but the number of Storm Giants only increased to three hundred and fifteen over the three years.

On Taiji Island, the Giant City, centered around the White Jade Shrine, also took shape, and most of the giants on the island settled there. Due to the continuous influx of giants to Taiji Island, the White Jade City kept expanding without stopping construction.

The increase in Storm Giants represented the expansion of Muria's personal guard. With the increase in the number of guards, naturally, a certain event happened: Storm Giants began to divide themselves into classes.

Under the same personal strength, external factors could affect the outcome of battles. Therefore, the Giant Roc became a symbol of status among Storm Giants. Storm Giants with Giant Roc companions began to form a circle, subconsciously excluding Storm Giants without Giant Roc companions.

Storm Giants with Giant Roc companions always stayed close to Muria, trying to be near him, while Muria assigned tasks to Storm Giants without Giant Roc companions to patrol Taiji Island and the eight grain-producing islands nearby.

During the three years, the cloud giant overlords, who were exiled by Muria to the eight islands around Taiji Island, executed the tasks Muria gave them with fear and trembling.

Those cloud giant overlords, with their subordinates, cut down all the useless trees on the islands, planted fruit trees found on the Titan Islands, berry bushes, and plants that herbivorous low-level monsters liked to eat.

On those eight islands, there were abundant fruit orchards and large pastures where herds of cattle and sheep-like monsters roamed and grazed on plants. The eight islands supplied Taiji Island with large quantities of meat and fruits every day, greatly expanding the menu of the giants who were tired of eating seafood every day.

This achievement made Muria very satisfied. He began to allow those eight cloud giant overlords to enter the White Jade Shrine on the first day of each month to attend the monthly council meeting and report on their work.

During the three years, most of the time, Muria stayed in the Five-Colored Dragon Castle, welcoming the births of the five-colored young dragons.

Over the three years, all the dragon eggs given to Muria by his father hatched successfully, without a single dead egg. Such a miraculous event would definitely cause a sensation if it were known on the mainland. However, the giants of the Titan Islands only went in and never came out, so the news couldn't spread.

Muria, who witnessed nearly a hundred young dragons, also verified some things. For example, dragons were very intelligent creatures. Even newborn dragons would observe and understand when to behave obediently, even if the one giving orders had a very repulsive golden dragon aura.

Of course, an evil dragon was still an evil dragon; their nature was evil from the start. Among the five-colored dragons, green, black, and white dragons were very obedient once they understood their environment. But the strongest evil dragons, red dragons, and some slightly weaker blue dragons were different. After birth, they inherited knowledge and became proud, just like the six red dragons Muria initially raised.

But for these dragons, Muria continued to use his thunder to "educate" them on how to behave well under his command...