Lein observed the divine role of sequences within him for a while before withdrawing his focus.

"There still isn't any connection between spirituality and sequences, there's no bridge for them to merge."

"It still falls on it," he muttered, glancing at the illusory moon in the sky with a deep gaze.

"For now, accumulating divine power is crucial."

"Now that I have powerful divine roles, the accumulation of my divine power can also accelerate."

In this era, there was no belief system yet, and the gods were still growing their divine power in primitive ways. Lein lay on the ground, merging with the divine roles within him, entering a state that seemed like sleep but wasn't.

The so-called 'divine level xx' of divine roles was just their upper limit of support, not the strength Lein already possessed. Right now, he was just a small fry with a divine power level of less than 5, needing a long time to gradually reach the limit allowed by the divine roles.

In later times, the Olympian gods used 'belief' as an accelerator to quickly reach this step, even shaping new divine roles relying on belief. But the current gods didn't have this kind of "plug-in."

Including the twelve Titans, the new gods needed time to grow their divine power until they reached their own limits.

At the center of the world of Chaos, the birthplace of Uranus, atop the peak of Mount Olympus.

As Lein and Gaia left, this place fell into an eerie calm. Prophecies flowed through his mind as Uranus calmly watched over his children, but the aura around him kept rising.

He hadn't decided what to do yet, but that didn't stop him from exerting some pressure on them.

"Father... Father."

Seemingly unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Chronos, Uranus's youngest son, stepped forward. He looked up at his father, contrasting sharply with his imposing and majestic figure.

"I am your youngest child, father," Chronos seemed on the verge of tears.

"I will never be the one in the prophecy, and I swear to the world, I will never be the traitor who aids rebellion."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the world responded to his oath.

If Chronos were to become an accomplice to the wielder of the blade in the future, the world would punish him by stripping away a significant portion of his divine power and reclaiming some of the authority bestowed upon him.

Listening to his youngest son's oath, Uranus felt some of the pressure around him ease.

In the eyes of the god-king, he truly didn't believe this youngest son would be the one foretold in the prophecy.

Though he still didn't quite understand what "the eldest but not the oldest" meant, it certainly shouldn't be the youngest.

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The position of the eldest son would never fall to him.

"Shouldn't gods be immortal?" Uranus pondered silently.

At least so far, he hadn't found anything capable of truly killing a god. Even he himself, the supreme being, blessed with the divine kingship and nearing the pinnacle of great godly power, couldn't erase the immortal essence of even the weakest deity. That was the nature of Chaos. Gods were eternal, unkillable. They could be imprisoned or confined, but they would never truly die.

"Father," Uranus immersed in thought, his aura unconsciously fluctuating.

Seeing this, the remaining gods seemed to think they understood their father's intentions and began swearing vows one after another:

"We swear to the world that we will never become the rebellious one wielding a blade, nor will we ever aid such a traitor."

The world's response echoed instantly, and Uranus couldn't help but snap out of his reverie. He looked at his children kneeling before him and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Merely his departure left them groveling like this. Were these truly the children of the king of gods?

"Are these weaklings capable of overthrowing me? Ridiculous! It seems the subsequent children foretold in the prophecy are the true players."

He made this silent judgment, but the cowardice of his children still infuriated the god-king. It was a complex psychology. He wished for them to have courage, yet he didn't want them to truly possess it. His complicated emotions left him somewhat angry. He kicked the nearest god, Coeus, and then used his divine power to send the children tumbling to the ground.

Looking at his still unresisting offspring, he invoked the authority of the god-king and proclaimed loudly:

"Enough! As the eternal god-king, no one can overthrow me. Since the rebel wields a blade, I hereby announce that from this moment on, any weapon born into this world will be sensed by me. In the name of the king of gods, the forger is guilty. They shall be imprisoned in the depths of Tartarus, never to emerge."

The world responded to the god-king's unjust demands, but it seemed that the god-king's authority had also been slightly diminished. The ruler of the sky paid it no mind, for as long as he remained the god-king, this power would eventually be restored over time.

With the proclamation to the world concluded, the god-king turned his gaze back to his children. Having such incapable offspring was simply his shame.

"Oh, my children, my offspring, as a father, I am truly 'proud' of you," Uranus jeered at them. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"In recognition of your loyal oaths," he looked at them, devoid of any hint of "reward," "the esteemed God-King will bestow upon you the title of Titans."

"From this day forth, you shall be known as the Titan God Clan."

As the words of the God-King fell, the world responded in kind. At the same time, his children instantly understood his meaning.

In the ancient language of that time, 'Titans' translated to the anxious ones, the timid ones, the ones to receive retribution. The Twelve Titans meant they were the twelve trembling and timid ones due to their disobedience to the father god.

As noble members of the godly race, such an insult was intolerable. But within their own senses, the towering power of the father god made them unable to summon the courage to resist.

In the end, under the gaze of Uranus, which was either hopeful or menacing, no one dared to stand up against him.

"Hmph, be gone!"

After waiting for a moment, the God-King ultimately snorted coldly and drove away his children.

Even he himself didn't know if he would feel pleased or angry if someone had spoken against him just now, and whether he would have cast them into the abyss.

He was starting to regret listening to that prophecy. Perhaps the words of the god of prophecy were right; ignorance of fate might have been better.

Shaking his head, his gaze shifted down from the mountain, and Uranus began to anticipate the return of Gaia.

Although previously he speculated that the subsequent children were the threat to his throne, he did not entertain the idea of ceasing to have offspring.

As a symbol of patriarchal authority, the embodiment of masculinity, the ruler of the sky, he couldn't suppress his strong desire.

Moreover, bearing offspring and expanding the size of the divine race was his duty as the God-King.

"And they are still very weak," Uranus thought.

Within the next millennium, they wouldn't pose a threat to him until their divine powers accumulated.

As for the future, the God-King believed that under his supreme power, there would always be a solution.