Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1587: Flaws of the Divine

The realm of absolute law was an ocean of pure origin. Orion stood upon The Currents of Reality, letting the countless threads of law and the World Essence wash over him. It was as much a form of cultivation as it was pure ecstasy.

Unfortunately, this meditation was interrupted as Insect Queen Moriphara’s form coalesced before him.

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

Orion was no knight, and he certainly didn’t care for chivalry. Forgoing any formal greeting, he lunged forward, his massive hand clamping directly around Moriphara’s throat.

Her shadowy figure didn’t struggle. She simply watched him. Before Orion’s eyes, her blurred face shifted, morphing into the visage of the siren demigod, Kairon. Kairon said nothing. He just stared at Orion, his expression deadpan.

"You played the wrong emotional card. He wasn’t my best friend. Actually, the bastard was my romantic rival," Orion sneered. "If you hadn’t killed him, I would have done it myself eventually."

Orion crushed his grip, violently snapping the phantom’s neck.

But it was just a phantom. In this realm of absolute law, this "Kairon" was nothing more than a wisp of reality manipulated by Insect Queen Moriphara. The shattered illusion dissolved into streams of light, slipping through Orion’s fingers like water.

A short distance away, within another pocket of the Weave, Moriphara reformed and quietly observed him. In truth, neither had exposed a critical weakness during that brief clash. However, an entity as ancient as Insect Queen Moriphara had still managed to glean the truth of Orion’s power.

"Impressive. I sense the presence of the first, second, and fourth stages within you. Given enough time, the Titanion Realm would undoubtedly be yours." Moriphara’s voice wavered slightly. Even her cold, calculating intellect was shaken by an anomaly like Orion.

To the Swarm, a demigod who defied conventional advancement like him was known as a Divine Swarm Host—an entity with the raw potential to ascend to true godhood.

"But it is a pity. Your fourth stage is incomplete. Massively flawed," she continued. "Moreover, you have yet to forge a divine soul—the hallmark of the third stage. You are weaker than me."

Her tone grew colder with every word, her demeanor freezing over completely. With her supreme intellect, she had already calculated the outcome of this war. Barring any miracles, her victory was mathematically guaranteed.

"Heh. You say that like your own fourth stage is flawless."

Orion wasn’t surprised she had read his foundation. Merging with The Weave of Reality laid his cultivation realm bare. It was unavoidable.

"We’re in the same boat, your majesty. Don’t act so superior." Just as she could read him, Orion could read her.

Moriphara was terrifyingly strong—essentially a half-step into the fourth stage. She had manifested a Divine Kingdom, the defining trait of a fourth-stage demigod. However, her Kingdom was stunted. It lacked the sheer scope required, and she hadn’t yet forged her own divine calling within it.

This was exactly why she drove her Swarm to invade other realms, desperate to consume worlds and shatter her current limits.

"You are mistaken. Without a third-stage divine soul to anchor your power, you cannot defeat me," Moriphara stated. The killing intent rolling off her words was absolute.

As she spoke, her form warped. She mutated into a grotesque, titanic insect. She resembled a colossal serpent armed with countless scythed legs and a maw packed with razor-sharp teeth. Her tongue was a vicious, needle-like proboscis. Most horrifying of all were the densely packed compound eyes covering her entire body, serving as both vision and armored scales.

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

"We’ll see about that!"

Orion, in his towering Stoneheart titan form, clenched his fist. A blazing trident materialized in his grasp. He locked eyes with Moriphara, a visceral hunger burning in his gaze. It was the pure thirst for battle. The primal urge to slaughter a leviathan. Since ascending to demigod status, he hadn’t experienced a bare-knuckle brawl like this.

Orion lunged forward. His figure split into three perfectly identical avatars that blitzed toward the monstrous queen. This was the manifestation of his core martial skills: Instant Impact and Triple Mirror Image.

In truth, these weren’t standard martial techniques anymore; they were constructs formed entirely from his divine power. (Note: His original Triple Mirror Image avatars had been consumed during his ascension).

In this primordial space, their clash was a pure, brutal collision of divine power—each trying to devour the other’s fundamental laws.

Roar! Within the ocean of laws, the colossal insect collided with three four-headed, eight-armed Stoneheart titans. Their overlapping, deafening roars shook the very foundations of this dimensional space, echoing out to rattle the entire Titanion Realm.

Back in the Titanion Realm, catastrophic apocalyptic phenomena tore across the skies. It was an age of terror. The world’s darkest hour. Destruction and rebirth spiraled together, leaving the fate of all life hanging by a thread.

Whether they belonged to the Stoneheart Horde or the Swarm, every living creature trembled under the weight of the cataclysm.

The moment Orion and Moriphara engaged in the primordial realm, the Titanion Realm began to violently reshape itself.

At the exact second the War of the Gods ignited, the continents and oceans of the realm were cleaved neatly in two. Driven by the warring divine powers above, the bisected landmasses and seas hurled themselves toward the Titan Continent and the Planetary Hive, respectively.

The kinetic impacts warped the Titan Continent. New mountain ranges thrust upward, while rivers violently changed course. Even the airborne Planetary Hive was dragged from the sky, crashing into the earth and forcibly fusing with the realm’s crust.

In a matter of minutes, the geography settled into a stark, two-sided standoff. Everything in between had been shredded, compressed, or pulverized.

Fortunately, this violently segregated state was short-lived.

Soon after, every surviving entity felt a suffocating cosmic pressure—a super-gravitational pull. Two distinct forces anchored the world: one radiating from the Titan Continent, the other from the Planetary Hive.

The two massive domains acted like titanic electromagnets. They pulled at each other, locking into a desperate tectonic tug-of-war. The sheer stress caused chunks of land and sea to rip away from both sides, floating through the air only to smash into enemy territory.

"What is that... look at the sky!"

Amidst the geographical upheaval, a few sharp-eyed survivors spotted the anomaly above. The sky had been wiped clean like a blank canvas—devoid of wind, rain, thunder, or lightning.

Projected across this vast celestial screen was a massive, shifting shadow. It morphed constantly: one moment, the jagged tail of an insect whipped across the void; the next, a flaming trident pierced the heavens. Though completely silent, the visual alone was a terrifying, unforgettable display of divine wrath.