"Three Thousand Years."
"It's about to start."
Hades slowly opened his eyes, a surge of endless divine power coursing through him. In these three millennia, he had taken a significant step forward, drawing near to the realm of the Primordial God. In essence, Hades was almost on par with a Primordial God—only a hair's breadth away. This sensation was both exhilarating and unique, underscoring the remarkable progress Hades had made.
With the merging of Hell into the Underworld and his understanding of the origin of chaos, Hades had grown stronger with each passing year. Now, as three thousand years culminated, everything was primed for transformation.
Rising slowly, Hades flicked his black robe and vanished without a trace.
"Husband!"
"Husband!"
Persephone and Yan Mo felt the shift simultaneously, exchanging knowing glances. Yan Mo opened the gate to the Underworld, ready to engage in the battle between heaven and earth. Meanwhile, Persephone moved to the Castle of the Eighth and Fifteenth Hell, assuming command over the Underworld.
The entire realm was beginning to stir; a seismic shift was underway. This was no mere change—it was a profound transformation. With Hades poised to ascend to the level of the Primordial God, the Underworld would soon reflect that metamorphosis.
It had been over a million years since Hades's birth, and now the unparalleled god-king was on the brink of a monumental leap. Everything was about to begin.
Snap! Snap!
In the stillness, only the sound of Hades' footsteps broke the silence. With each step, his figure gradually faded, as if he had never existed. After a moment, Hades gazed into the darkness, whispering softly, "Finally, everything is about to start."
Tartarus.
Here, the body of Tartarus—the Primordial God and ruler of the Underworld—held the twelve main Titans captive. In this shadowy domain, Gaia and Tartarus stood, their attention fixed on the child developing within Gaia's womb. This child, the last Titan God, was nearing birth.
"Gaia!" Tartarus remarked, an intriguing smile playing on his lips. "A child conceived at the intersection of life and death cannot be defeated by either. Throughout this long gestation, I've prepared an interesting gift for the current god-kings!"
To Tartarus, this child evoked no emotional attachment; he was merely an observer, eager to witness the unfolding drama. For him, the thrill lay in the unpredictability of what was to come.
Gaia cast a cool glance at Tartarus. "This is not a subject for your amusement, Tartarus. Please grant your blessing."
Had it not been for necessity, Gaia would never have chosen Tartarus. Among the eight Primordial Gods—Gaia, Uranus, Erebus, Nyx, Tartarus, Pontus, Eros, and Uriah—none offered suitable support. Uranus was out of the question, and Erebus and Nyx dismissed her. Eros and Uriah backed Zeus and Poseidon, respectively, leaving Tartarus as the only option.
However, the ultimate Titan God born from this union would inherit the powers of both Gaia and Tartarus. This unique combination meant that the Titan would be nearly indestructible—unable to be slain by either life or death.
In essence, to destroy this Titan, one would need to strike at the crossroads of life and death. Any other attack would be futile. The Titan's strength would evolve gradually, growing with time.
"Hmmm…" Tartarus smiled, a ray of divine power emanating from him.
As this divine essence flowed forth, Tartarus's complexion paled, indicating the strain it imposed. "Gaia, I've blessed this child. Now, it is your turn. Let's see how this world unfolds."
With a satisfied smile, Tartarus observed the world with detached interest. He craved the spectacle of impending change, eager to witness the turmoil that lay ahead.
Gaia, her own divine power swirling within her, directed it toward her abdomen. As she did, a terrifying aura began to manifest—a brilliant light of creation.
A smile graced Gaia's lips as the blessings of Tartarus merged with her own. The ultimate Titan God would emerge with formidable power, forged by the gifts of two Primordial Gods, destined to challenge the very essence of the supreme god-kings.