Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1437 Foundation of Civilization

The Divine Kingdom, Stoneheart Temple.

As Rolan stayed immersed in profound meditation, striving to form his Lord's Stone, an abrupt burst of energy disrupted the temple's serenity. Another individual had just surpassed their boundaries and entered the Legendary realm.

WAAAGH!

It turned out to be Rendall.

At that instant, the Grand Elder's change became complete. He had thoroughly transformed into a Stoneheart Titan. A pair of new, powerful arms burst forth from his back, bestowing upon him a four-limbed physique—the signature of his fresh battle form.

This marked his zenith. In contrast to the youth like Rolan, Rendall's breakthrough brought lesser gains. His lineage was aged, his life force waning even prior to stepping into the temple. He no longer stood at his strongest. Nevertheless, becoming a Stoneheart Titan had unlocked his latent abilities anew, Years of gathered knowledge and strength, stalled at the Alpha rank's limit, exploded simultaneously, thrusting him solidly into the Legendary realm.

The Lord's Stone attuned to him carried a thunder essence. Bolts of fierce lightning flickered over his enormous, rock-hard epidermis, infusing him with a rush of might beyond his wildest thoughts.

"Hahahaha... So this is the Legendary realm?"

Rendall gripped his four hands tightly, sensing the atmosphere spark. "It's more powerful than I could have pictured!"

He failed to notice that his fighting prowess greatly outstripped a typical beginner Legend. The Stoneheart Titan shape served as a mighty enhancer.

Bzzt!

Rendall disappeared, dashing at lightning's velocity. He streaked across the temple, echoing the skill Orion showed during his initial rise—wherever he tread, thunder trailed behind.

Far up in the heavens, Orion observed the spectacle. With a simple wave of his hand, reality twisted. Within moments, Rendall was yanked from the temple ground and placed right next to his sovereign.

Rendall showed no alarm. Surprise or anxiety didn't touch him. He recognized his location instantly—this was Orion's Divine Kingdom. In this place, Orion's intent shaped the laws of nature. "Orion!"

A wave of delight and deep thankfulness swept across the Grand Elder's features. Amid his thrill, the familiar title escaped, a echo of their shared past. Yet he soon regained composure, bending in a deep bow.

"Your Majesty!"

This adjustment stemmed not from dread, but from genuine, heartfelt respect for Orion's gifts to the Horde.

"Grand Elder(Arch Elder)," Orion replied, his tone affectionate. "I detect the aroma of renewal about you. You appear as robust as during your heyday. The edge gleams once more."

Rendall chuckled robustly. The lineage shift had cleansed the weariness from his flesh and spirit. He resembled an ancient tree bursting with new, vibrant shoots.

"Orion, I've still got several more centuries of battle in me," Rendall declared, swelling his torso, his voice brimming with youthful bravado.

Orion wagged his head, grinning yet resolute.

"Grand Elder, this age belongs to the youth" Orion stated. "Us veterans must yield the path and allow them to pursue. Should we cling to the vanguard indefinitely, youngsters like Rolan and Steelblade would never gain solid ground. We'd merely eclipse their light."

Orion pointed below. There, Rolan continued battling his breakthrough atop a summit, as Steelblade trudged amid a crimson ocean, bearing a fearsome fresh skull and his own set of four limbs.

In terms of aptitude or promise, the rising generation possessed greater heights.

"Then I..." Rendall began, uncertain about his role.

"The Stoneheart Horde advances at breakneck speed," Orion interrupted, his manner turning authoritative. "Our lands sprawl over various realms. Unity binds us presently, indeed. However, the gaps among dimensions breed fissures. Traditions vary. Ways evolve. A colossal born in the Emerald Dream Realm won't share the mindset of one from the Titanion Realm."

Orion gazed at his toiling folk below, his look steady yet fervent. "Clashes loom unavoidable. They're not apparent now, but wait and see."

"To fuel my rise and safeguard the Giant Tribe, I shall keep urging the Stoneheart Horde to assault further planes," Orion went on. "I require belief to progress. The masses demand supplies to ascend. Endless domains await us ahead."

This formed the core drive of their way of life. Expansion equaled endurance.

"Yet expanded lands bring larger populations, and larger numbers invite greater intricacies," Orion noted, shifting his eyes to Rendall. "We can't assume each fresh wave will absorb our customs effortlessly."

"Grand Elder, standardization is essential. A common script, steady regulations, standard measures, and a collective ethic are vital. We must fortify our core heritage, ensuring that as our forces seize fresh realms, our base stays unyielding."

This represented the unavoidable strain of any ascending empire. Without bolstering their base, the edifice would one day crumble beneath

its own mass.

Rendall, familiar with the variances across realms, grasped it at once. Place a massive youth from the Emerald Dream alongside a Titanion-raised one, and disparities would ignite strife. Even in the Titanion Realm, northern and southern divides hinted at budding shifts. "Orion... Your Majesty, how might I serve the Horde?" Rendall inquired. He

recognized the issue's weight.

"Grand Elder, we've long missed a proper establishment," Orion remarked. "We require a

school,"

Orion had long desired to found an educational branch. Yet

amid endless conflicts and his urgent quest for cultivation materials, opportunity had eluded him. Now, as a Demigod overseeing a settled Horde, he possessed the capacity to rule effectively.

"Similar to the battle schools in human lands?" Rendall questioned.

"Partly yes, partly no." Orion denied with a shake. "Human schools prove too narrow—

they serve merely elites and warriors. I'm forging a Ministry of Education for

all of the Stoneheart Horde."

Orion started unveiling the plan brewing within his thoughts.

"The Ministry shall manage three clear tiers: A University aimed at grown folk, a Secondary School for teens, and Primary School for the malleable young."

His words flowed steadily, yet the breadth of his vision stunned.

"Every site will split into four key divisions: The War College, of course, handling warfare and strategy. The College of Magic, focusing on elemental lore. The College of Humanities, covering our past, tongue, and devotion, plus the College of Industry—covering alchemy, herbs, building, and forging." While Orion outlined the framework, Rendall started to quiver.

Age brought insight, and the Grand Elder perceived the true import.

This surpassed mere enhancement of wit or might. It signified the jump from clan to empire. Such pillars would guarantee the Horde's endurance across millennia.

"Orion..." Rendall inclined profoundly, averting his gaze from his chief. "No... Your

Majesty. My life goes to this cause. I'll make certain the Stoneheart Horde

stands eternal."

At that juncture, Orion transcended mere might in Rendall's view.

He embodied an unchanging pillar, a presence as grand as the Titan deities

themselves.

Such splendor dazzled the sight.