Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1331 Anatomy of Divinity

Commander Thresh let a heavy silence linger before finally breaking it.

"Your circumstances," he murmured, his voice slow and deliberate, "are even more peculiar than I first suspected."

As he spoke, Thresh reached toward a storage pouch hanging from his belt, producing an object that bore a striking resemblance to a piece of flatbread. With effortless control, he ripped the bread into six fragments of varying sizes.

He passed three of these portions over to Orion.

"Visualize the Demigod realm as this pie," Thresh explained. He tossed the smallest crumb into the air, catching it neatly in his mouth.

"In the beginning, it was a singular whole. However, over countless eons, after many predecessors shattered their teeth attempting to swallow it in one go, we discovered that certain sections are more tender than others. We have since charted the soft bites and the stubborn crusts."

"That piece I just consumed? That represents the First Step. Divine Power. Straightforward. Palatable."

"The remaining chunks? The ones filled with tough gristle and scorched edges? Those constitute the higher stages."

Orion gazed down at the flatbread resting in his palm. He bit into it, finding it parched, rigid, and completely devoid of flavor.

"Sentient beings have a peculiar love for categorizing their hardships," Thresh remarked, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. "Eventually, a consensus was reached. Six distinct stages: Divine Power, Divine Fire, Divine Soul, Divine Calling, Divine Spark, and Divine Body. The fundamental rule is to consume them in that specific sequence, progressing from the simplest to the most arduous."

The mood shifted as Thresh continued. Orion no longer felt like a student in a classroom; instead, it felt as though a grand historical scroll was unfurling before his very eyes.

"Divine Power serves as the framework of laws. It suppresses all manner of Supernatural forces," Thresh declared.

Orion gave a solemn nod. This was a truth he understood well. Divine Power obliterated Transcendent Power with the ease of a heavy chariot crushing foot soldiers. Even the most formidable Arch Lord stood no chance against it. During his past encounter with a Demigod phantom while still an Arch Lord, Orion had only survived by essentially infiltrating the Demigod's own law set.

"Divine Fire incinerates mortality, purifying the physical vessel."

"The Soul marks the gateway to the eternal. So long as the soul persists, death becomes little more than a suggestion."

Orion’s pupils narrowed sharply. This was more than mere instruction; he was witnessing the Dao of the Demigod. He allowed his mind to wander, drinking in every single word.

"Divine Calling acts as the boundary. It defines the essence of the self, searching for the infinite within a finite existence."

"The Divine Spark is the physical manifestation of Fate. It represents the blossoming of your inner radiance."

"The Divine Body is your permanent vessel—the ship that carries you across to the far shore."

Orion remained motionless, captivated by the rhythmic cadence of the Commander’s speech.

Thresh grinned, popping another fragment of the pie into his mouth.

"But you," Thresh said while chewing slowly, "you are an anomaly. Your lineage is terrifying. I lack knowledge of your parentage, but they must have been giants among the gods. Only a freak of nature would attempt to digest the First Step, the Fourth Stage, and the Sixth Stage simultaneously."

Internally, Thresh was far more skeptical. A genius? I’ve been stalled at the Sixth Stage for millennia, and this brat thinks he can sprint through it? He’ll be stuck for ten thousand years, minimum.

Naturally, he kept those thoughts to himself. Informing a novice that his Cultivation path was a ten-thousand-year prison sentence was a sure way to destroy his drive.

"So," Thresh said with a playful wink, "should I call you a First Step Demigod? A Fourth Stage? Or are you a Sixth Stage master hiding in plain sight?"

"Commander, please," Orion replied, shaking his head and ignoring the provocation. "I am a First Step. Barely. The Fourth and Sixth stages are nothing but distant goals for now."

"Lies," Thresh barked with a laugh. "You are certainly more than a mere First Step."

"With your current foundation, you could likely pin a Second Stage Demigod to the dirt without losing your breath. A Third Stage? Perhaps. It would depend on the true durability of that Divine Kingdom and your reconstructed body."

Thresh had seen right through him. Orion’s true combat strength couldn't be measured by standard metrics. He was evolving on multiple fronts at once. Even if his body and kingdom were still incomplete works in progress, they granted him the utility of Fourth and Sixth Stage mechanics.

That was his secret advantage.

"I truly don't know where my ceiling is," Orion confessed. "I suppose I'll need a real battle to find out."

Thresh’s grin widened, liking the boy's bluntness. "Well, since you’ve taken up residence in the Sixth Layer of the Abyss, I should probably introduce you to the neighbor."

Thresh raised his arm and sliced through the air.

RRRIP!

The fabric of space tore open like soggy parchment. A dark rift, churning with turbulent energy, appeared instantly.

Orion’s eyes grew wide.

To open a stable gateway between worlds and lock onto specific coordinates in a chaotic dimension... that required more than just raw power. That was true mastery. It was a level Orion had yet to reach.

"My friend," Thresh shouted into the darkness. "Time to wake up."

"It is quite boorish to disturb a man’s slumber, Thresh."

The voice echoing from the rift was gritty and profound, sounding like the grinding of massive boulders. To Orion, it felt strangely familiar.

"You mentioned wanting to meet your new neighbor. Well, he’s right here," Thresh drawled.

A moment of silence followed. Then, two glowing blue eyes flared to life within the dark portal. They focused on Thresh before slowly turning their gaze toward Orion.

"Here," Thresh said, gesturing casually. "Meet Kaidric. He is one of the grand ancestors of the Death-Soul race."

Thresh paused for dramatic effect. "And currently, he serves as the Abyssal Ruler of the Sixth Layer."

"Since you’re squatting on his property, it’s only polite to say hello."

Thresh looked at Orion with a smirk.

Orion realized the truth immediately.

The new Abyssal Ruler—the powerful entity who had intervened to crush Julius and halt the uprising—was an associate of Thresh. That intervention hadn't been a coincidence. It was a calculated rescue.

Orion placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head toward the glowing blue eyes.

"Lord Kaidric. I am grateful for your intervention."

It was a significant debt. Whether he would eventually repay Thresh or Kaidric was a concern for another time.

"You are of my blood," the gravelly voice boomed from the darkness. "Protecting you was my duty."