Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1330 The Dual Souls and the Divine Paradox

He inhaled deeply, centering his spirit. As a direct scion of Orion, he had finally ascended to become a genuine Stoneheart Titan.

Kaelen’s evolution differed from his half-brothers, Pallas and Kronos, as it had not caused his age to regress. His bloodline remained stable, and his newfound strength was fully integrated.

Gradually, the monstrous form featuring four heads and eight arms retracted, merging back into his skin until he stood atop the battlements in his usual Giant appearance.

"Mom."

He touched down gracefully, a self-assured grin visible on his face. His voice did not merely boom; it resonated with the gravity of absolute conviction.

Sophia gazed at him, feeling as though she were in a dream. The youth who once lurked in the shadows of the Ridge had vanished.

"My son..." she breathed, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "You look magnificent."

She paused, needing verbal confirmation. "Did you succeed? Have you truly become an Arch Lord?"

Kaelen gave a slight shake of his head.

The spark in Sophia’s gaze vanished instantly.

"No," Kaelen confessed. "I haven't reached the rank itself. The Body of Faith is something I have yet to acquire."

Sophia’s posture slumped, the weight of disappointment striking her like a physical impact.

"However," Kaelen added, his smile growing broader, "I am not any less powerful than one."

Confused, Sophia looked up. "What do you mean?"

"The specifics elude me, but that evolution... it originated from Father's blood. His strength has surged, and that power is cascading down through me."

Kaelen tightened his fist, sensing the vibration of energy beneath his flesh. Like all high-tier races, he understood Bloodline Resonance, but he had never envisioned a connection this intense. This was no mere enhancement; it was a total reconstruction.

"Mother, while I was in that state... I was an Arch Lord in every aspect but the title."

That was the crucial point. The Stoneheart Titan form permitted him to battle far above his actual level. He possessed the power regardless of the rank.

"With this," Kaelen declared, staring toward the horizon with fierce intent, "we no longer need to plead for leftovers. We can simply seize what we desire."

Sophia watched him, her thoughts racing. To contend with an Arch Lord without being one? It contradicted every principle of Cultivation she understood.

Exactly what kind of freak has Orion turned into?

Valkorath Realm, Blade's Edge Peak.

High above the cloud line, Caelus was displaying his might.

Manifested in his Stoneheart Titan form—boasting four heads and eight arms—he moved like a cyclone of carnage. Each of his eight hands gripped a massive sword formed from pure Transcendent Power.

He tore through the emptiness, shredding the atmosphere. The heavens above the central Valkorath Realm grew dim as spatial cracks flickered open and shut with every strike.

"My turn! It's my turn! Get out of the way, you oaf!"

"You are squandering this form! It wasn't designed for simple hacking and slashing!"

"Let me take control! Just picture it: eight arms, eight staffs! Four mouths intoning four distinct spells at once! Fire, Water, Wind, Earth! Light and Dark! Space and Time! I could burn the darkness away with lightning!"

"Heh heh heh... heavens, I'm terrifying myself just thinking about the possibilities!"

While the warrior soul channeled his focus into swordsmanship, the mage soul emerged from the other three heads, complaining and shouting with manic joy.

Orion’s newly awakened bloodline form seemed tailor-made for Caelus.

Typically, the two souls struggled for dominance over their shared body in a relentless tug-of-war. But now? With four heads and eight arms, there was more than enough of Caelus to satisfy both.

In contrast to his brothers, Caelus had no impurities requiring removal. The resonance didn't mend him; it liberated him.

"Let me finish this routine!" the warrior soul grumbled in irritation. "I'll grant you one head and two arms later. Now be quiet."

"One head? Two arms? Have you lost your mind?" the mage soul shrieked from the head on the far left. "We split this fifty-fifty! Four arms for each of us! Are you listening, you muscle-bound moron?"

As the two souls bickered over their new sharing arrangement, a shadow appeared silently beside Commander Thresh on the mountain top.

Thresh shifted his attention from the aerial display and looked at the arrival.

"You are free," Thresh remarked.

"I am," Orion answered.

The greeting was basic, stripped of any formality.

"That bloodline... it is quite intriguing," Thresh observed, gesturing toward Caelus. "It is powerful. And it suits my disciple perfectly."

"Is he behaving himself?" Orion inquired, observing his son argue with his own heads while simultaneously slicing gaps into the fabric of reality.

"My method is to let them run wild," Thresh said with a shrug. "Curiosity is the finest instructor."

However, his voice gave him away. He wasn't merely watching; he was enthralled. He began to pace around Orion, inspecting him as if he were a complex riddle.

"Fascinating," Thresh whispered. "Truly remarkable."

He made another circle around Orion.

"You have firmly crossed into the First Step of the Demigod realm. Yet your Divine Power... its density is staggering. It is far too concentrated for a novice."

Thresh halted in front of him, meeting his eyes directly.

"You utilized your own body as a seed to manifest a small world. You possess a Divine Kingdom."

"This implies," Thresh surmised, "that you have already leapt ahead to the Fourth Stage—the Divine Calling phase."

The assessment was cold, precise, and entirely correct.

"Archon of the Abyss," Orion stated abruptly.

Thresh blinked. For a fleeting moment, a look of genuine alarm broke through his calm exterior. "What did you say?"

"Not the actual Abyss," Orion clarified swiftly. "My own."

Thresh let out a breath, his anxiety fading. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

The Abyssal World was a nest of monsters. There were entities within that darkness that even Thresh would not provoke carelessly. Claiming the title of Archon of that Abyss was equivalent to a death sentence.

"Even so," Thresh chuckled, regaining his cool. "You are full of surprises."

He circled Orion for a third time.

"I detect something familiar about you," Thresh murmured. "Something... similar to myself. Am I mistaken?"

As the Commander, Thresh rarely posed questions unless he already suspected the truth.

"That is precisely why I have come," Orion confessed. "I am facing a dilemma."

Orion detailed his situation within the Primordial Void—his failure to manifest his true body, his accidental creation of a True Divine Body, and the necessity of using an avatar to traverse the various realms.

Thresh listened in silence, arms folded and head tilted in deep contemplation.