Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1337 The Weight of a World

"If the duel ends in your defeat, you're gone. You will abandon Seraphina's side and never return."

Kairon was no impulsive youth. He was a primordial being, a Demigod of the abyss. Why, then, was he hurling threats like a spurned high school athlete? Such behavior was far beneath his legendary status.

Orion did not take the Dreadfin Demigod lightly. Kairon was far from unintelligent, which meant this outburst was a deliberate provocation.

A trial, Orion understood. He is testing my mettle. He wants to determine if the newcomer truly possesses the strength he claims.

Standing beside him, Seraphina remained quiet. She made no attempt to step in. Rather, a spark of excitement danced in her eyes. She was eager to witness this confrontation. Even Evander, typically the mediator, observed the scene with intense curiosity.

This was a formal hazing—a test of character administered by the old guard.

"She belongs with me."

Orion’s voice remained low. Without a word of anger, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Seraphina’s forehead. It was a silent, absolute declaration of his position. She was his partner. Unless she chose to walk away herself, no power could take her from him.

A rare flash of shyness crossed Seraphina’s face as she flushed, though she regained her poise instantly. She looped her arm through Orion’s, pressing close to him while directing a look of pure, unbridled arrogance toward Kairon.

"Regarding your challenge..." Orion shifted his attention back to Kairon. "You are simply not on my level."

He spoke with the detached indifference one might use to describe the weather. There was no murderous intent or exploding aura. It was merely a statement of fact. This dismissive attitude was the ultimate insult—he didn't even view Kairon as an opponent worth getting worked up over.

Kairon’s expression twisted into a scowl. "Listen, brat. You should check your arrogance before—"

"You are nothing more than a newly ascended Demigod. How could you possibly—"

The words were choked off in Kairon’s throat.

Orion’s gaze locked onto him.

The surrounding void didn't just become heavy; it turned solid. A crushing pressure that far surpassed the First Stage of Demigodhood crashed into Kairon like the weight of a dying sun, pinning him where he stood.

Orion had already brushed against the Fourth Stage—the Divine Calling—and had glimpsed the profound mysteries of the Sixth. While he hadn't fully conquered these heights, he didn't need to. The sheer magnitude of the power he wielded was far beyond anything Kairon could endure.

The Divine Calling stage represented the search for infinity within a finite vessel. It was the birth of a genuine Divine Kingdom. Every movement Orion made and every breath he drew was supported by the staggering weight of his newly established Abyssal World.

"Even during my peak as an Arch Lord, I was an Over-tier combatant capable of facing gods," Orion declared, his voice vibrating with a dark, layered resonance. "Now that I have achieved ascension, that disparity has only grown wider."

He looked down at the paralyzed Kairon, paying no mind to the stunned expressions on Seraphina and Evander’s faces. This wasn't a boast; he was simply stating the reality of their power levels.

"My focus is not occupied by minor disputes within the Titanion Realm," Orion said, his tone shifting to one of absolute command. "I am here to forge a united front. The approaching foreign world is not some catastrophe; it is a feast. It is a target waiting to be consumed."

He projected his voice to dominate the space. To lead this alliance, being an equal was insufficient. He had to be the undisputed alpha—the leader of the hunt.

The suffocating pressure vanished as abruptly as it had arrived.

Kairon collapsed, gasping for breath and clutching his chest. He hadn't experienced such total vulnerability since his days as a mortal.

"Are you..." Kairon panted, looking up with eyes clouded by terror. "Are you a Second-Stage Demigod?"

Orion simply shook his head.

He looked toward Seraphina and Evander, making sure they understood his words perfectly.

"A Second-Stage Demigod? I could destroy such a being with a single hand."

It was mostly a bluff. However, with Seraphina looking at him as if he were the center of the cosmos and his power having been demonstrated so clearly, no one was going to question him.

A heavy silence settled over the four deities. The social order had been fundamentally restructured.

"Let us discuss our objectives," Orion said, shattering the tension. "The emergence of these world tunnels is not a natural phenomenon. This was an act of sabotage."

He spoke with certainty. As a creator who had constructed his own world, he grasped the fundamental laws of reality better than any of them. World Trees do not simply collide unless the gravitational balance is intentionally disrupted.

"Sir Orion," Evander spoke, his voice now laced with genuine respect. "We have been in stasis. We truly do not know who initiated this corruption within the Titanion Realm."

Orion’s brow furrowed. If the inhabitants were unaware, the conspiracy ran deep. A collision of this scale should have triggered every alarm in the divine realm.

Closing his eyes, he projected his consciousness outward. He wasn't just searching for traces of Qi; he was analyzing the structural flaws of the realm itself.

After fifteen minutes, his eyes snapped open.

"Follow me."

Without waiting for a response, he transformed into a streak of light.

Utessar Continent, the Frozen North.

The air rippled as the four figures appeared within a vast, hollow cavern. This was the same desolate cave where Lokiviria had once met his end in sacrifice.

The air was thick and repulsive. Even the gods showed their distaste.

"The energy signature is most concentrated here," Orion noted. "This is the point of origin."

When it came to detecting the subtle shifts in world laws, the collective knowledge of Kairon, Seraphina, and Evander paled in comparison to Orion’s instincts. Such were the advantages of being a Maker.

"There is an Insectoid idol further in," Seraphina observed, moving past Orion. "And there are carvings on the floor. The remains of a grand formation."

She stepped into the center of the chamber, feeling the lingering echoes of psychic trauma. "This place is filled with resentment and total despair. This was a sacrificial altar."

Raising her trident, she struck the stone floor with the base of the weapon.

Ping.

A sphere of shimmering, multicolored light erupted from the trident, filling the cavern. It was a Chrono-Bubble, designed to reverse time within a specific area.

The atmosphere within the cave blurred as spectral images began to play in reverse. Dust settled and shadows retreated until the timeline paused and then moved forward.

A broken figure stumbled into the chamber. He was battered and exhausted, his features twisted into a mask of pure misery. He collapsed before the insectoid statue and began the rhythmic chanting of a dark sacrifice.

This was the spark. The moment the gateway was forced open.

Orion watched the vision, his eyes narrowing into cold, dangerous slits.

He recognized that face. This entire disaster was linked directly to his own past.