Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1596 Titan's Genesis

To Orion, the sight was incredibly jarring. Archbishop Kysar was a zealot of the Cult of Four. Praying to the World Tree was a blatant heresy against his own faith.

"Don't understand?" The Lifeless Dreadgod smirked. "I'll tell you: mortals are inherently selfish. The World Tree offers him the Hope of ascending to godhood. Forced to choose between his Cult of Four and the World Tree, even a pig would worship the Tree."

Orion narrowed his eyes at the Dreadgod. He understood the logic, but it only raised more questions. If Archbishop Kysar now worshipped the World Tree, could he still siphon the Cult of Four's faith energy? Would his original gods still trust him?

"Kid, you're far too young," The Lifeless Dreadgod chuckled. "Those four gods are merely entities with a bit more power. That's all."

He left the conversation at that.

"When the blood moon and blood sun rise again... When all matter and life begin to twist... When the darkness within tears itself from the flesh... When all living things sprout limbs not their own..."

Then, Orion witnessed an even stranger sight. Amidst the Dreadgod's fanatical prayers, the World Tree branch forming his throne faded, vanishing into the void.

Orion frowned in thought. A moment later, with a mere shift of his will, his own branch cloaked itself in invisibility. In the distance, Archbishop Kysar and Moriphara followed suit, vanishing from The Primordial Realm.

The Titan Continent, Titanion Realm.

The continent remained plunged in darkness. Everything had been frozen in time, waiting for the reset.

"I decree: the world awakens. Let light descend. Let all living things rise from their slumber."

Orion's deep, resonant voice boomed from the heavens, echoing with sacred majesty. In this moment, he was a god—the sole deity of the Titan Continent.

"I decree: Guided by the stars, bounded by the Monoliths of Sealing. Let the earth be the spine that forges the towering Bastion Wall across the eastern and western horizons. Storms shall not erode it. Blades shall not shatter it. Born in artillery fire and tempered by the elements, it shall stand eternal."

"Any who stand upon The Bastion Wall shall be granted surging vitality and iron will."

"Any who slay our enemies shall forge their souls through faith, and in death, their spirits shall be enshrined within The Pantheon of Souls."

Orion's voice rolled continuously across the sky. He issued majestic proclamations that the mortal masses couldn't begin to comprehend.

"I command the Abyssal Dreadfin to permanently garrison the Southern Sea. Let the sun, moon, and stars be your seal. Let the roar of the tides be your curse. Block all enemies. Slay them, and entomb them within The Silent Limbo!"

"I command the mermaid Seraphina to permanently garrison the Northern Sea. Let your song manifest the mists. Let the whirlpools become chains. Block all enemies. Slay them, and entomb them within The Silent Limbo!"

"All who hear the tides shall face divine wrath. All who see the whirlpools shall be bound by soul chains."

While the masses still reeled from the divine edicts, two figures rocketed into the sky, shooting north and south.

Crashing into the Southern Sea, the Abyssal Dreadfin—having rushed back from the Valkorath Realm—transformed into a colossal statue rooted in the abyssal depths. Empowered by Orion's absolute authority, it became the undisputed overlord and eternal guardian of the southern waters.

Hovering over the Northern Sea, Seraphina remained calm. She had received Orion's telepathic orders beforehand and knew exactly what to do. Unlike Orion's Abyssal Dreadfin avatar, Seraphina was a native demigod of the Titanion Realm. She possessed the direct blessing of the world itself.

Right before petrifying into a massive mermaid statue, divine fire ignited on her brow. Water and fire intertwined across her body, cloaking her in sacred majesty. Embracing the immense weight of her duty, she used the realm's blessing to fuel her divine fire, breaking through to become a second-stage demigod. Garrisoning these waters was her divine mandate; protecting the oceanic races was her unyielding resolve.

"Brothers, I must ask for your help."

In Stoneheart City, Leonidas and Alexander had marched straight to The Silent Goblet for a drink the moment they woke from the world's stasis. Orion's telepathic voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"Hahaha! Just give the word, brother! We aren't the types to take handouts without pulling our weight!" Leonidas's booming voice shook the tavern.

"I command the World Dragon to permanently garrison The Great Bastion of the East. Let the nine apocalyptic thunders forge our pact. Let your scales become the fortress bricks. Let your dragon's breath be our beacon fire. Block all enemies. Slay them, and entomb them within The Silent Limbo!"

"I command Asura, the Sword God, to permanently garrison The Bastion of the West. Let your sword soul guide the path. Let your sword aura sweep the ten directions. Let your blade's scars lock the void itself. Block all enemies. Slay them, and entomb them within The Silent Limbo!"

"All who witness the dragon's breath shall face divine wrath. All who behold the sword aura shall be bound by soul chains."

Only after positioning Leonidas and Alexander did Orion finally exhale.

As the World Tree sprouted its four cardinal branches, the Titanion Realm mirrored the change, expanding into four unimaginably vast landmasses: The Titan Continent, The Lifeless Expanse, Continent of the Pantheon, and The Swarming Continent. These four continents anchored the four corners of the world. Connected by land bridges, border wars over territory and resources were an absolute certainty.

Furthermore, an even larger landmass materialized in the absolute center of the world: The Primordial Continent.

Across this central hub, countless Primordial Treasures were born. The world had just been fused and rebooted. Virgin resources were limitless; ancient relics sat unclaimed.

However, The Primordial Continent was completely isolated by the ocean. To set foot on its shores and claim the treasures, one had to conquer the intervening seas. And those boundless waters would undoubtedly become just another apocalyptic meat grinder.

"I, Orion, Stoneheart Titan. Forged in chaos and anchored by the World Tree. Let my divine light illuminate the Titan Continent. I hold the stars in my grasp and command the roaring seas."

"All who bathe in my divine light shall be marked by arcane runes and blessed with divine power!"

"All who revere my Divine Idol shall witness the descent of the Divine Kingdom and be welcomed into the Stoneheart Horde!"

"This is the arcane pact witnessed by heaven and earth. My divine authority is eternal and indestructible!"

Even if the mortal masses had failed to comprehend his previous edicts to the demigods, every single living creature on the Titan Continent heard this final declaration with crystal clarity. Orion was broadcasting a simple truth: he was the supreme overlord of this land.

Simultaneously, a colossal vortex tore through the sky. Wreathed in apocalyptic lightning, a mountain-sized Stoneheart Titan Divine Idol slowly descended from the clouds, crashing into the exact center of the continent—the heart of Stoneheart City.

The moment the Divine Idol struck the earth, blinding divine light erupted, washing the entire continent in an eternal glow.

Across the land, cheers, prayers, and blessings from countless races swelled into a deafening chorus.

In Year 48 of the Stoneheart Calendar, the Stoneheart Horde awakened to conquer a brand-new world.