Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1331 Anatomy of Divinity

Commander Thresh let a heavy silence linger before finally breaking it.

"Your circumstances," he remarked with deliberate slowness, "are far more peculiar than I first suspected."

As he spoke, Thresh reached into a storage pouch hanging from his waist, extracting an object that bore a striking resemblance to a piece of flatbread. With practiced ease, he ripped the dough into six uneven fragments.

He passed three of those pieces over to Orion.

"Look at the Demigod realm as if it were this pie," Thresh explained. He flipped the tiniest morsel into the air, catching it neatly in his mouth.

"In the beginning, it was a single, whole pie. But over countless eons, after many of our predecessors shattered their teeth trying to swallow it in one go, we learned that certain parts are softer. We eventually mapped out the tender bites and the stubborn crusts."

"That bit I just swallowed? That represents the First Step. Divine Power. Uncomplicated. Palatable."

"And the other parts? The ones filled with gristle or charred at the edges? Those represent the advanced stages."

Orion stared down at the bread in his palm. He took a tentative bite, finding it dry, tough, and completely devoid of flavor.

"Sentient beings have a strange love for labeling their own torment," Thresh mused, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. "Eventually, a consensus was reached. We divided it into six stages: Divine Power, Divine Fire, Divine Soul, Divine Calling, Divine Spark, and Divine Body. The golden rule dictates eating them in that specific sequence, moving from the easiest to the most grueling."

As Thresh lectured, the very air seemed to vibrate. To Orion, it felt less like a simple explanation and more like a living history book was unfurling in his mind.

"Divine Power is the foundational rule set. It has the authority to suppress all other Supernatural forces," Thresh declared.

Orion nodded in understanding. He had experienced this firsthand. Divine Power could steamroll Transcendent Power like a heavy tank crushing foot soldiers. Even the mightiest Arch Lord was powerless against it. When Orion had previously faced a Demigod phantom while still an Arch Lord, survival had only been possible because he had essentially bypassed the Demigod’s internal rules.

"Divine Fire incinerates mortality, purifying the physical vessel."

"The Soul marks the gateway to eternity. So long as the soul persists, death becomes little more than a suggestion."

Orion’s pupils narrowed sharply. This was more than mere instruction; he was witnessing the true Dao of the Demigod. He allowed his spirit to drift, soaking in every word.

"Divine Calling acts as the boundary. It defines the essence of the self, seeking the infinite within a finite existence."

"The Divine Spark is the physical manifestation of Fate. It is the moment your inner light truly blooms."

"Finally, the Divine Body is the everlasting vessel—the ship that carries you toward the distant shore of immortality."

Orion stood motionless, captivated by the rhythmic cadence of the Commander’s speech.

Thresh grinned, popping another fragment of the bread into his mouth.

"However, you," Thresh continued while chewing, "are an anomaly. Your bloodline is nothing short of monstrous. I have no idea who sired you, but they must have been titans even among the gods. Only a freak of nature would attempt to consume the First Step, the Fourth Stage, and the Sixth Stage simultaneously."

Internally, Thresh was far more cynical. A genius? I’ve been bottlenecked at the Sixth Stage for millennia, and this brat thinks he can sprint through it? He’ll be stuck for ten thousand years, minimum.

He kept those thoughts to himself, of course. Informing a novice that his Cultivation path was a ten-thousand-year prison sentence was a surefire way to destroy his drive.

"So," Thresh said with a wink, "what are you exactly? A First Step Demigod? A Fourth Stage? Or are you a Sixth Stage powerhouse hiding in plain sight?"

"Commander, please," Orion replied, shaking his head and ignoring the provocation. "I am a First Step. Barely. Reaching the Fourth or Sixth stages is nothing but a distant dream for now."

"Bullshit," Thresh barked with a laugh. "There is no way you are just a First Step."

"With your current foundation, you could likely pin a Second Stage Demigod to the dirt without breaking a sweat. A Third Stage? Perhaps. It depends on the true durability of that Divine Kingdom and your new physique."

Thresh had seen right through him. Orion’s actual combat strength couldn't be measured by standard ranks. He was evolving several aspects of himself at once. Though his body and kingdom were still unfinished works, they granted him the high-level mechanics of the Fourth and Sixth Stages.

That was his ultimate advantage.

"To be honest, I don't know where my limits lie," Orion confessed. "I would need a real battle to find out."

Thresh smirked, liking the boy's bluntness. "Well, since you’ve taken up residence in the Sixth Layer of the Abyss, I should probably introduce you to the neighbor."

Thresh raised his hand and sliced through the air.

RRRIP!

The fabric of space tore open like soggy parchment. A swirling vortex of chaotic black energy formed instantly.

Orion’s eyes widened in shock.

To tear open a stable inter-dimensional portal and lock onto specific coordinates in a lethal realm required more than just raw power; it required absolute mastery. This was a level Orion had yet to reach.

"My friend," Thresh shouted into the darkness. "Time to wake up."

"Thresh, it is incredibly rude to disturb a man’s slumber."

The voice emerging from the hole was gravelly and profound, sounding like the grinding of massive boulders. To Orion, the tone felt strangely familiar.

"You mentioned wanting to meet the newcomer. Well, here he is," Thresh said casually.

There was a brief silence from the void. Then, two glowing blue eyes flickered to life in the shadows. They focused on Thresh before slowly turning their gaze toward Orion.

"Meet Kaidric," Thresh introduced them. "He is one of the ancestors of the Death-Soul race."

Thresh paused for dramatic effect. "And he also happens to be the current Abyssal Ruler of the Sixth Layer."

"Since you're staying on his property, you ought to say hello."

Thresh looked at Orion, a playful smirk on his face.

The realization hit Orion instantly.

The new Abyssal Ruler—the one who had intervened to stop Julius and end the slaughter—was Thresh's companion. That intervention hadn't been a coincidence; it had been a coordinated rescue.

Orion pressed a hand over his heart and bowed his head toward the glowing blue eyes.

"Lord Kaidric. I am grateful for your intervention."

He now owed a massive debt. Whether he would eventually repay Thresh or Kaidric was a concern for another day.

"You are of my blood," the rasping voice vibrated from the portal. "Protecting you was an obligation."