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

The sight was profoundly disturbing to Orion. Archbishop Kysar was a fervent follower of the Cult of Four, and praying to the World Tree was an act of outright heresy against his very own faith.

"You don't understand?" The Lifeless Dreadgod smirked. "Let me explain: mortals are fundamentally selfish. The World Tree offers him the tantalizing prospect of ascending to godhood. Faced with a choice between his own Cult of Four and the World Tree, even a creature as base as a pig would choose to worship the Tree."

Orion narrowed his eyes, observing the Dreadgod. The logic was clear, yet it only sparked further questions in his mind. If Archbishop Kysar was now a worshipper of the World Tree, could he still draw upon the faith energy of the Cult of Four? Would his original deities still place their trust in him?

"Child, you are far too young," The Lifeless Dreadgod chuckled dismissively. "Those four gods are merely entities possessing a slightly greater degree of power. That is all."

With that, he concluded the conversation.

"When the blood moon and blood sun rise in tandem again... When all existence, both substance and life, begins to contort... When the inner darkness violently separates itself from the flesh... When all sentient beings sprout unnatural limbs..."

Then, Orion witnessed an even more astonishing spectacle. Amidst the Dreadgod's fervent supplications, the branch of the World Tree that served as his throne gradually faded, dissolving into the vast emptiness of the void.

Orion's brow furrowed as he contemplated the unfolding events. A moment later, with a mere exertion of his will, his own branch was enveloped in invisibility. In the distance, Archbishop Kysar and Moriphara followed suit, disappearing from The Primordial Realm.

The Titan Continent, within the Titanion Realm.

The continent remained shrouded in perpetual darkness. Everything had been suspended in a timeless state, awaiting a grand reset.

"I decree: let the world awaken! Let illumination descend! Let all living beings arise from their deep slumber!"

Orion's voice, deep and resonant, boomed from the heavens, resonating with an aura of sacred majesty. In this pivotal moment, he embodied the stature of a god—the sole divine entity of the Titan Continent.

"I decree: guided by the celestial stars and demarcated by the mighty Monoliths of Sealing. Let the very earth form the spine that constructs the formidable Bastion Wall, stretching across both the eastern and western horizons. It shall be impervious to the erosion of storms. It shall be unyielding against the shattering force of blades. Born amidst the fury of artillery fire and rigorously tempered by the relentless elements, it shall stand for all eternity."

"All those who stand upon The Bastion Wall shall be bestowed with surging vitality and an unshakeable iron will."

"All who manage to slay our adversaries shall forge their very souls through unwavering faith, and upon their death, their spirits shall be eternally enshrined within The Pantheon of Souls."

Orion's pronouncements cascaded continuously across the sky. He issued majestic edicts that the common mortal populace could scarcely begin to fathom.

"I command the Abyssal Dreadfin to permanently take up its post in the Southern Sea. Let the sun, moon, and stars serve as your seal. Let the thunderous roar of the tides be your eternal curse. Block all intruding enemies. Slay them, and entomb their very essence within The Silent Limbo!"

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

"All who dare to hear the call of the tides shall face the full extent of divine wrath. All who perceive the treacherous whirlpools shall be ensnared by unbreakable soul chains."

While the general populace was still reeling from these divine edicts, two distinct figures rocketed into the sky, swiftly heading towards the north and south respectively.

Plunging into the Southern Sea, the Abyssal Dreadfin—having made a hasty return from the Valkorath Realm—transformed into a colossal statue firmly rooted in the abyssal depths. Bolstered by Orion's absolute and undeniable authority, it instantly became the undisputed sovereign and eternal guardian of the southern waters.

Hovering majestically over the Northern Sea, Seraphina remained remarkably calm. She had already received Orion's telepathic directives beforehand and was fully aware of her intended actions. Unlike Orion's Abyssal Dreadfin avatar, Seraphina was an indigenous demigod of the Titanion Realm. She possessed the direct and innate blessing of the world itself.

Just moments before petrifying into an enormous mermaid statue, a divine fire blazed intensely upon her brow. Water and fire began to intricately intertwine across her entire body, enveloping her in an aura of sacred majesty. Embracing the immense gravity of her solemn duty, she channeled the realm's own blessing to powerfully fuel her divine fire, successfully breaking through to achieve the status of a second-stage demigod. To garrison these waters was her divine mandate; to protect the oceanic races was her unyielding and steadfast resolve.

"Brothers, I must humbly request your invaluable assistance."

In the heart of Stoneheart City, Leonidas and Alexander had marched directly to The Silent Goblet for a refreshing drink the very instant they awakened from the world's prolonged stasis. Orion's telepathic voice suddenly echoed within their ears.

"Hahaha! Just give the command, brother! We're certainly not the kind of fellows to accept handouts without contributing our fair share!" Leonidas's booming voice resonated powerfully throughout the tavern.

"I decree the World Dragon to permanently guard the Eastern Great Bastion. Let the nine apocalyptic thunders seal our agreement. May your scales form the bastion's bricks, and your dragon's breath serve as our guiding flame. Repel all foes, vanquish them, and inter them within the Silent Limbo!"

"I command Asura, the Sword God, to permanently guard the Western Bastion. Let your soul blade illuminate the way. Let your sword aura sweep across the ten directions. Let your blade's scars seal the void itself. Repel all foes, vanquish them, and inter them within the Silent Limbo!"

"All who witness the dragon's breath shall face heavenly retribution. All who behold the sword aura shall be ensnared by soul chains."

Only after assigning Leonidas and Alexander to their posts did Orion finally release his breath.

As the World Tree unfurled its four cardinal branches, the Titanion Realm underwent a transformation, expanding into four lands of immense scale: the Titan Continent, the Lifeless Expanse, the Continent of the Pantheon, and the Swarming Continent. These four continents formed the world's corners, linked by land bridges, making territorial and resource conflicts an inevitable reality.

Moreover, an even larger landmass emerged at the world's very center: the Primordial Continent.

Scattered across this central hub, countless Primordial Treasures came into being. The world had just been reborn and reset. Pristine resources were infinite; ancient relics lay waiting to be discovered.

However, the Primordial Continent was completely isolated by the sea. To reach its shores and claim the treasures, one needed to conquer the intervening waters. And these vast oceans would undoubtedly become yet another brutal battleground.

"I, Orion, Stoneheart Titan. Born from chaos and grounded by the World Tree. Let my divine radiance shine upon the Titan Continent. I grasp the stars and command the thundering seas."

"All who bask in my divine light shall be marked with arcane sigils and receive blessings of heavenly might!"

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

"This is the arcane covenant witnessed by the heavens and the earth. My divine decree is eternal and unbreakable!"

Even if the common folk had not grasped his earlier commands to the demigods, every living being on the Titan Continent clearly heard this final proclamation. Orion was broadcasting a simple truth: he was the supreme ruler of this domain.

Simultaneously, a colossal vortex ripped through the sky. Bathed in apocalyptic lightning, a titan-sized Stoneheart Titan Divine Idol slowly descended from the clouds, impacting the very heart of the continent—the core of Stoneheart City.

The instant the Divine Idol struck the ground, an intensely bright divine light burst forth, bathing the entire continent in an unending radiance.

Across the land, the exultant cries, fervent prayers, and grateful blessings of innumerable races merged into an overwhelming clamor.

In the 48th year of the Stoneheart Calendar, the Stoneheart Horde awakened, ready to conquer a new world.