Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1595 Primordial Pact

The Astral Tide, Titanion Realm.

The clash had concluded, leaving no aftermath of severed limbs or rivers of blood.

A short distance away, Orion observed The Lifeless Dreadgod, Archbishop Kysar, and Moriphara. A profound, weighty silence enveloped the four of them.

The preceding chaotic melee was precisely what they had each desired—a brutal test of each other's capabilities. With their weapons sheathed, the moment had arrived for negotiation.

"Each of us possesses a fragment of the world's Authority," Orion stated. "Should we fail to cooperate, the Titanion Realm will remain desolate. You forced your way into this realm; I doubt this barren expanse is the prize you envisioned."

He slowly lifted his hands. Beneath his feet, a colossal World Tree manifested, its shadow stretching over the entire ocean of foundational rules. It presented a peculiar sight, existing between life and decay. The withered trunk was marred with gnarled, spiraling outgrowths. Yet, despite its blighted state, an immense vitality pulsed within it.

Critically, it was incomplete. Orion's portion constituted just over a quarter of the total.

"This world hovers on the brink of evolving into an Ascendant Plane. It represents our path to godhood. What hesitates you?" Orion guided his World Tree to extend towards the center of their meeting, signaling his intentions.

"We cannot afford any delays," Insect Queen Moriphara concurred. A World Tree resembling a hive sprouted beneath her, its bark inscribed with innumerable wriggling, insectoid symbols. Mimicking Orion's action, she steered its growth towards the center. "If another formidable power collides their realm with this one while we tarry, our slice of the Authority will diminish further."

"This world remains too diminutive," The Lifeless Dreadgod boomed. "It is insufficient. We must conquer and absorb other realms."

A tremendous Demonic Pillar erupted beneath him—the World Tree of the Lifeless Realm. Within its structure, the shadowy forms of countless Fiends writhed and bellowed. By expressing his ambition, the Dreadgod implicitly signaled his acceptance of the alliance.

"I propose we establish The Primordial Pact," Archbishop Kysar interjected. "We may contend amongst ourselves, but against external threats, we shall stand as one."

The Primordial Pact stipulated that they would pledge their respective shares of the Titanion Realm's World Essence as security. This pact would inextricably link their very beings to the realm, cementing their aspirations for ascension here. The loss of this World Essence would spell the ruin of their futures.

Orion inclined his head, an action swiftly mirrored by the Dreadgod and Moriphara. They assented to the Bishop's proposition.

Without further utterance, Kysar summoned his own World Tree. Its form echoed Orion's, yet it emanated a potent, oppressive blend of holy energy and vengeful animosity.

"Then, let the process commence."

The four of them relinquished their command simultaneously. Pulled by an unseen force, the four World Trees converged and interwove. Countless rules materialized instantly, cycling through a dazzling, blinding spectrum of colors.

Roots burrowed into the void, extending limitlessly. The tree's intricate network pulsed with light, reaching towards the very precipice of chaos.

The roars of giants, the shrieks of Fiends, the deep clicks of swarms, and the solemn chants of prayers washed over The Astral Tide in overlapping waves. Amidst this cacophonous chorus, the four World Trees became insubstantial, dissolving to be assimilated.

A nascent World Tree took root within The Astral Tide. Like a singularity, it began to consume every fundamental rule of the dimension.

All of them felt it. Orion, The Lifeless Dreadgod, Archbishop Kysar, and Moriphara perceived the very essence of the world—and The Astral Tide itself—trembling.

"Is this the fledgling World Tree?" The Lifeless Dreadgod questioned softly.

No response was given. The ancient entity merely feigned ignorance; it was fully aware of what a dimensional convergence entailed.

Orion also grasped the reality of the situation. This newly formed World Tree was not merely a combination of four trees. It was five.

The Titanion Realm possessed its own indigenous World Tree. It had withered into oblivion as the realm succumbed to ruin, but its seed had endured. Nourished by the voluntary offering of the four invading trees, this ancient seed had absorbed sufficient sustenance to finally germinate within The Astral Tide.

It was a profound cycle of regeneration. Witnessing this spectacle propelled Orion, The Lifeless Dreadgod, Kysar, and Moriphara into a state of deep realization.

At the core of The Astral Tide, having gorged itself on the foundational rules, the black hole-like seed silently split open. Roots erupted, shimmering with enigmatic, ancient glyphs. They spread with alarming rapidity, traversing dimensions like majestic dragons or bolts of lightning.

For a solitary moment, The Astral Tide was submerged in absolute darkness.

Then, a singular, tender shoot emerged, piercing the void and bathing The Astral Tide in the brilliance of a star ablaze. As this shoot matured, minuscule galaxies began to twinkle upon its buds, and starlight flowed through its veins as if it were sap.

A metaphorical thunderclap resonated throughout the realm, announcing a spring that split the sky and suspended time. It was akin to the slow, deep rumble of an awakening titan.

The genuine World Tree had been born. Deep within its core, The World Soul started to take form.

Time ceased to hold any significance. Eventually, all scattered rules within The Astral Tide were absorbed, leaving the dimension utterly vacant. Only the colossal World Tree remained, a bridge spanning the expanse between heaven and earth.

The historical records of the Titanion Realm reset to year zero. Unnoticed, the grand tree's canopy and roots had already penetrated twelve distinct dimensions.

Everything had reverted to zero. The cycle commenced once more.

When Orion's eyes fluttered open, he found himself seated upon a throne.

This was a true throne, crafted from the living branches of the World Tree itself. From this position, he perceived absolute dominion over an entire world.

"Four kings vigilantly guarding one. How truly amusing."

The Lifeless Dreadgod's voice boomed from a distance. Orion elevated his gaze to observe the ancient entity occupying a throne of its own.

Orion proceeded to inspect the nascent World Tree. Its structure was peculiar. From a solitary central nexus, four immense boughs extended outwards in opposing directions. Each bough formed a throne. For the moment, Orion's branch seemed marginally more substantial than the others.

"Did this world gestate its own consciousness?" Moriphara inquired, a thread of uncertainty woven into her tone.

She, too, was seated upon a throne. Unlike Orion, her initial impulse was to direct her gaze upwards towards the World Tree's main trunk, which spiraled into the infinite.

"Every Ascendant Plane is imbued with its own will. The world operates with perfect impartiality and complete selflessness." Archbishop Kysar looked skyward, offering a reverent prayer to the World Tree.