Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1587 Flaws of the Divine

Within the boundless expanse of absolute law, an ocean of pure origin, Orion stood immersed. The World Essence and the myriad threads of law cascaded over him, a form of cultivation that was nothing short of pure bliss.

This serene meditation, however, was abruptly shattered by the sudden coalescing of Insect Queen Moriphara before him.

"This is the Titanion Realm. My territory. The domain of the Stoneheart Horde!" she declared.

Orion, who possessed no knightly disposition nor any inclination towards chivalry, bypassed any formal greeting. With immense speed, he lunged forward, his colossal hand clamping firmly around Moriphara's throat.

Her shadowy form offered no resistance, merely observing him. As Orion watched, her indistinct face shifted, morphing into the spitting image of the siren demigod, Kairon. Kairon remained silent, fixing Orion with a deadpan stare.

"You've chosen the wrong emotional trigger. He wasn't my best friend. In fact, that scoundrel was my romantic rival," Orion sneered. "If you hadn't eliminated him, I would have done so myself eventually."

With a violent crush of his grip, Orion snapped the phantom's neck.

Yet, it was merely an illusion. In this realm of absolute law, this 'Kairon' was but a mere wisp of reality, manipulated by the Insect Queen Moriphara. The fractured illusion dissipated into cascading streams of light, flowing through Orion's grasp like water.

A short distance away, within another isolated pocket of the Weave, Moriphara reformed, quietly observing him. While neither combatant had revealed any critical vulnerabilities during their brief exchange, an entity as ancient as the Insect Queen Moriphara had still managed to discern the true nature of Orion's power.

"Impressive. I detect the presence of the first, second, and fourth stages within you. Given sufficient time, the Titanion Realm would undoubtedly fall under your dominion," Moriphara's voice carried a slight tremor. Even her cold, calculating intellect was momentarily unsettled by an anomaly like Orion.

To the Swarm, a demigod who defied conventional progression like him was designated a Divine Swarm Host—an entity possessing the raw potential to achieve true godhood.

"However, it is a lamentable pity. Your fourth stage is incomplete. Gravely flawed," she continued. "Furthermore, you have yet to forge a divine soul—the distinct mark of the third stage. Therefore, you are weaker than I."

Her tone grew progressively colder with each utterance, her demeanor freezing over entirely. Her supreme intellect had already charted the trajectory of this conflict. Barring unforeseen interventions, her victory was a mathematical certainty.

"Heh. You speak as if your own fourth stage is without blemish."

Orion was not taken aback by her ability to perceive his foundation. Merging with The Weave of Reality had rendered his cultivation realm transparent, an unavoidable consequence.

"We are in the same predicament, your majesty. Cease this pretense of superiority." Just as she could read him, Orion could likewise decipher her.

Moriphara exerted a terrifying strength, standing at a half-step into the fourth stage. She had successfully manifested a Divine Kingdom, the ultimate characteristic of a fourth-stage demigod. Yet, her Kingdom remained underdeveloped. It lacked the necessary vastness, and she had not yet solidified her own divine calling within its confines.

This precise deficiency was the impetus behind her Swarm's invasion of other realms, a desperate bid to consume worlds and shatter her current limitations.

"You err. Without the anchor of a third-stage divine soul to stabilize your power, you cannot prevail against me," Moriphara asserted. The killing intent radiating from her words was absolute and unyielding.

As she spoke, her form underwent a drastic transformation. She mutated into a grotesque, titanic insectoid creature, resembling a colossal serpent equipped with innumerable scythe-like limbs and a maw filled with razor-sharp teeth. Her tongue was a venomous, needle-tipped proboscis. Most horrifying were the densely packed compound eyes that adorned her entire body, serving as both sensory organs and formidable armor plating.

Within this realm of pure law, her monstrous silhouette appeared shadowy and indistinct, yet it emanated an overwhelming and suffocating pressure.

"We shall soon discover that!"

Orion, now in his towering Stoneheart titan form, clenched his fist. A resplendent trident materialized within his grasp. He met Moriphara's gaze, a raw, visceral hunger igniting his eyes—the pure, unadulterated thirst for battle, the primal urge to vanquish a leviathan. Since attaining demigod status, he had not experienced such a ferocious, direct confrontation.

Orion surged forward. His form fractured into three perfectly identical avatars, which then blitzed towards the monstrous queen. This was the embodiment of his core martial techniques: Instant Impact and Triple Mirror Image.

In reality, these were no longer mere martial techniques; they were constructs woven entirely from his divine power. (Note: His original Triple Mirror Image avatars were lost during his ascension.)

Within this ancient void, their confrontation manifested as a raw, unbridled clash of celestial might, each seeking to assimilate the other's fundamental principles.

Roar! Amidst the swirling sea of laws, the gargantuan insect engaged three Stoneheart titans, each bearing four heads and eight arms. Their overlapping, thunderous roars vibrated the very bedrock of this dimensional plane, reverberating throughout the entirety of the Titanion Realm.

Back within the Titanion Realm, apocalyptic calamities ravaged the firmament. An era of dread had dawned; the world faced its gravest peril. Annihilation and renewal intertwined, leaving the existence of all living things precariously balanced.

Every being, whether affiliated with the Stoneheart Horde or the Swarm, quaked beneath the overwhelming force of the cataclysm.

The very instant Orion and Moriphara clashed in the primordial expanse, the Titanion Realm commenced a violent metamorphosis.

At the precise moment the divine conflict erupted, the landmasses and oceans of the realm were brutally bifurcated. Propelled by the celestial powers locked in combat above, the separated continents and seas surged towards the Titan Continent and the Planetary Hive, respectively.

The colossal impacts reshaped the Titan Continent. New mountain ranges erupted skyward, and rivers dramatically altered their courses. Even the airborne Planetary Hive was wrenched from the heavens, plummeting to the ground and forcefully merging with the realm's crust.

In mere minutes, the landscape solidified into a stark, binary opposition. All in the intervening space had been annihilated, compressed, or obliterated.

Mercifully, this violently divided state proved transient.

Shortly thereafter, every surviving entity experienced a crushing cosmic pressure—an immense gravitational force. Two distinct energies anchored the world: one emanated from the Titan Continent, the other from the Planetary Hive.

These two vast territories acted like colossal magnetic poles. They drew against each other, engaged in a titanic tectonic struggle. The immense strain caused fragments of land and water to tear free from both sides, drifting through the air only to crash upon enemy territory.

"What is that... gaze towards the heavens!"

Amidst the terrestrial chaos, a few keen-eyed survivors noticed the celestial anomaly. The sky above had been scoured clean, like an untouched canvas—devoid of any wind, precipitation, thunder, or lightning.

Displayed across this immense cosmic canvas was a vast, undulating silhouette. It transformed continuously: one moment, the barbed tail of an insect writhed across the void; the next, a radiant trident impaled the heavens. Though utterly silent, the visual alone presented a horrifying, indelible testament to divine fury.