Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1330 The Dual Souls and the Divine Paradox

He inhaled deeply, centering his spirit. As a direct scion of Orion, he had finally ascended to the status of a genuine Stoneheart Titan.

Kaelen’s evolution differed from his half-brothers, Pallas and Kronos, as it hadn't caused his age to regress. His bloodline remained steadfast, and his foundation of power was now fully integrated.

Gradually, the towering form with four heads and eight arms retracted, merging back into his physical frame until he stood atop the battlements in his usual Giant appearance.

"Mom."

He touched down lightly, a self-assured grin crossing his face. His voice did more than just resonate; it carried the heavy burden of absolute conviction.

Sophia gazed at him in disbelief. The experience felt like a dream. The youth who once lingered in the shadows of the Ridge had vanished.

"My son..." she breathed, her gaze shimmering with emotion. "You look truly magnificent."

She paused, needing verbal confirmation of the impossible. "Did you succeed? Have you truly reached the rank of Arch Lord?"

Kaelen gave a slow shake of his head.

The spark of hope in Sophia’s eyes vanished instantly.

"No," Kaelen confessed. "I haven't officially broken through to that rank. The Body of Faith is still beyond my reach."

Sophia’s posture slumped as the weight of disappointment struck her like a physical impact.

"However," Kaelen added, his smile growing broader, "I am certainly not inferior to one."

Confused, Sophia looked up. "What do you mean?"

"I don't grasp all the nuances, but that evolution... it originated from Father’s blood. He has reached a new level of strength, and that power is surging through me."

Kaelen squeezed his fist, feeling the vibration of raw power beneath his skin. He was well aware of Bloodline Resonance; it was common knowledge among high-tier races. Yet, he never anticipated a resonance of this magnitude. This wasn't a mere enhancement; it was a total transformation.

"Mother, while I was in that state... I possessed the power of an Arch Lord in every way that matters."

That was the crucial realization. The Stoneheart Titan form permitted him to battle opponents far above his Cultivation level. He possessed the strength regardless of whether he held the formal title.

"With this power," Kaelen declared, his eyes fixed on the horizon with fierce intent, "the days of begging for scraps are over. We will take what we desire."

Sophia could only stare, her thoughts racing. To rival an Arch Lord without actually being one? It contradicted every principle of Cultivation she understood.

Just what sort of terrifying existence has Orion become?

Valkorath Realm, Blade’s Edge Peak.

High above the cloud layer, Caelus was displaying his terrifying might.

Manifested in his Stoneheart Titan form—possessing four heads and eight arms—he moved like a storm of pure carnage. Each of his eight hands wielded a massive blade forged from condensed Transcendent Power.

He tore through the empty space, shredding the atmosphere. The heavens above the Valkorath Realm’s central territory grew dark as cracks in space flickered open and shut with every strike.

"My turn! It’s my turn! Get out of the way, you oaf!"

"You’re squandering this form! It wasn't designed for mindless hacking!"

"Let me take control! Just picture it: eight hands, eight staffs! Four mouths incanting four distinct spells at once! Fire, Water, Wind, Earth! Light and Dark! Space and Time! I could tear the void apart with lightning!"

"Heh heh heh... heavens, I'm frightening myself just thinking about the possibilities!"

While the warrior soul remained intent on his bladework, the mage soul surfaced on the other three heads, complaining and boasting with manic delight.

The new bloodline form Orion provided seemed perfectly tailored for Caelus.

Normally, the two souls were locked in a constant struggle for dominance over their shared body. It was an endless tug-of-war. But now? With four heads and eight arms, there was enough of Caelus to satisfy both personalities.

Unlike his siblings, Caelus had no impurities to purge. The resonance didn't mend him; it liberated his true potential.

"Let me finish this routine!" the warrior soul grumbled, clearly irritated. "I’ll let you have one head and two arms in a bit. Now be quiet."

"One head? Two arms? Have you lost your mind?" the mage soul shrieked from the head on the far left. "We are splitting this fifty-fifty! Four arms for each of us! Do you understand, you muscle-bound moron?"

As the two souls bickered over their new arrangement, a shadow silently appeared beside Commander Thresh on the summit.

Thresh shifted his attention away from the chaotic display in the sky to look at the arrival.

"You are free," Thresh remarked.

"I am," Orion answered.

The greeting was blunt and lacked any formality.

"That bloodline... it’s quite remarkable," Thresh observed, gesturing toward Caelus. "It is potent. And it suits my student perfectly."

"Is he causing trouble?" Orion inquired, observing his son argue with himself while simultaneously carving holes into the fabric of reality.

"My method is to let them run wild," Thresh said with a shrug. "Passion is the most effective instructor."

However, his voice suggested otherwise. He wasn't merely watching; he was captivated. He began to pace around Orion, inspecting him as if he were a complex enigma.

"Intriguing," Thresh whispered. "Truly intriguing."

He completed another circle around Orion.

"You have firmly crossed into the First Step of the Demigod realm. Yet your Divine Power... it is incredibly dense. Far too dense for someone who has just begun."

Thresh halted in front of him, their eyes meeting.

"You utilized your own body as a seed to manifest a minor world. You possess a Divine Kingdom."

"This implies," Thresh surmised, "that you have already leaped forward to the Fourth Stage—the Divine Calling phase."

His deduction was precise and clinical.

"Archon of the Abyss," Orion remarked abruptly.

Thresh blinked. For a fleeting moment, a look of genuine alarm broke through his calm exterior. "What did you say?"

"Not the Abyss you're thinking of," Orion quickly explained. "My own."

Thresh let out a breath, the sudden tension dissipating. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

The Abyssal World was a place of monsters. There were entities within those depths that even Thresh would hesitate to provoke. To claim the title of Archon of that Abyss was essentially a death warrant.

"Even so," Thresh chuckled, regaining his poise. "You are full of unexpected turns."

He circled Orion for a third time.

"I sense a familiarity about you," Thresh murmured. "Something... similar to myself. Am I mistaken?"

As the Commander, Thresh rarely posed questions unless he already suspected the truth.

"That is precisely why I have come," Orion admitted. "I am facing a dilemma."

Orion proceeded to describe his situation in the Primordial Void—his struggle to manifest his true body, his accidental creation of a True Divine Body, and the necessity of using an avatar to traverse the various realms.

Thresh listened in total silence, his arms folded and his head tilted in deep contemplation.