The once lively banquet seemed to have come to an end as soon as Ryan made his prophecy, leaving only the occasional sound of eating at the peak of the divine mountain.

Gaia worried about the future of her children, while Uranus surveyed the gods before him, occasionally glancing at the vast sea far in the distance.

His brother, Pontus, the primal sea god born solely by Gaia, was there.

There was no doubt that Ryan's prophecy about "another relative's aid" had made him suspicious of his own brother. Whether Ryan was deceiving him was out of the question.

During the last prophecy, Uranus indeed felt no response from fate, which was why he had mocked Ryan, who claimed to be the "god of prophecy."

But this time, he felt the unmistakable breath of destiny, a power that all the gods conceived by Chaos would find extremely difficult to resist.

Ryan acknowledged his feeling of correctness. Last time, he was indeed speaking empty words, and fate paid no attention to him as the spiritual god. But this time was different.

Although, through his divine office, Ryan saw nothing, when he made a correct prophecy in the name of the prophecy god, even if it wasn't what he saw through his divine office, fate would still respond.

There was another benefit: his true identity as a primordial spiritual god had been successfully concealed.

Since their first meeting, he had claimed to be the god who governed prophecy, and now it had been proven.

As long as he didn't voluntarily expose himself, the threat from Mnemosyne could be temporarily overlooked.

Ryan's prophecy concluded, perhaps to mask his own motives, the god-king's banquet continued.

Two days later, in an awkward atmosphere, Uranus finally remembered the promise he had made.

"Lord Ryan," the heavenly father stood up and solemnly addressed Ryan, "Just now, before you made your prophecy, I promised to fulfill a reasonable request of yours." "As the king of the gods, this is my first promise made, and now it's time to fulfill it." "Once again, thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty." Ryan also stood up, expressing his gratitude to the god-king.

"This is what you deserve," the god-king said. "Please state your request, in the name of the god-king, it shall be granted."

"Then I shall be blunt."

Ryan felt no embarrassment; such emotions were absent among the gods of this era.

He had already prepared for this before setting foot on the divine mountain.

Until the end of Uranus's era, this should be one of his two greatest accomplishments.

"As great as you are, you should know that long ago, I observed that there were no tools to measure time in the world, so I created 'years' and 'days' to record it."

Facing Ryan's narrative, Uranus nodded. These two concepts indeed existed, and he could perceive them from the laws of the world.

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However, they were shallow and had not been fully acknowledged by time.

"Today, I witnessed the birth of twelve new gods and the ascension of the god-king. I believe it is appropriate to establish a standard to record the years of your reign."

With an unchanged smile, Ryan gently raised his right hand, and an illusionary sphere of silver-white light appeared there.

The sphere changed constantly, sometimes whole, sometimes fragmented.

Extremely subtle forces of chronology spread over it; it was an intangible illusion.

"This is an illusionary luminous body," Ryan said, "I hope it can hang in the sky, opposite the rising sun every day."

"I call it the moon, and one rotation of the sun and moon constitutes a day."

"There are four primal gods existing in the world, twelve newly born gods, and the supreme God-King, so one complete cycle of the moon, from full to new, constitutes a month. Three months make a season, and four seasons make a year."

"This is not only my personal plan for chronology," Ryan smiled at every deity present, "but also my gift to the God-King."

Uranus was somewhat moved; he was indeed touched by Ryan's idea.

Using such a method to record time subtly expressed his supreme authority, even proving him greater than the primal gods. There couldn't have been a better way.

"And what about you, Lord Ryan?"

Uranus finally remembered the prophet in front of him; he hadn't designated his own time yet.

"My children and I, along with the primal gods, all have our own share, and you should have yours too."

"Then let's add one day."

Ryan seemed casual, seemingly indifferent to whether he had his own share or not.

"On the second month every four years, add one extra day at the end of the month for me. That will be my day." "...That sounds good."

After thinking for a moment, Uranus didn't really know where to add more, so he simply agreed to Ryan's request.

He reached out and took the light sphere from Ryan's palm. Of course, it was now called the 'moon'.

The next moment, with his divine power, the God-King lifted it up into the sky. The moon enlarged and emitted enough light to illuminate every corner of Chaos.

Standing on the divine mountain, Uranus exercised the authority of the God-King for the first time. Supreme power gathered around him, and the laws of the world became clear before him.

"In accordance with the request of the prophet, the god of prophecy, Cain, I declare to the world in the name of the God-King."

"The chaotic and unstable sequence of 'days' will become a thing of the past, imprisoned at the center of the 'moon'."

"'Years', 'months', and 'days' will become the symbols of the new order, existing alongside time, enduring with the world."

With these words, the world changed accordingly.

Under the authority of the God-King, the new order of time was deeply engraved into the depths of Chaos.

Ryan instantly felt the power of time becoming complete, completing its transformation into authority, becoming a true divine office.

Meanwhile, the divine offices of 'years', 'months', 'days', and 'seasons' went to their respective owners, but none of them accepted.

Because having a subordinate divine office meant being inferior in some aspects, which the powerful gods were not willing to accept.

In the end, these divine offices merged into the nascent order of time, making it more complete.

Ryan could feel that at this moment, 'Chronology' appeared stronger than 'Spirituality'. And with time passing, it would only grow stronger before gradually stabilizing.

The divine office of the 'moon' also appeared, but it seemed incomplete.

Ryan knew that this was because the real moon was already being conceived, and this false 'moon' had no substance; it was just a temporary substitute.

"But that's enough for now; I don't want the real thing yet." With a slight laugh in his heart, Ryan bowed slightly, thanking the God-King once again for his gift.

"This is what you deserve," the God-King said, "Let's end the banquet here. Gaia, please help me escort our distinguished guests back."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Gaia responded with a gentle voice, turning to gesture towards Ryan.

"Then thank you, Lord Gaia."

Without Gaia's help, it would indeed be difficult for him to leave here, so Ryan readily accepted.

With the gaze of the other gods behind him, Ryan followed behind Gaia, leaving the divine mountain that had brought him such bountiful harvests.