When Prometheus finished speaking, the entire sacred mountain fell silent.
The expressions on the twelve first-generation gods’ faces were more shocking than before.
Except for Cronus, all the other gods looked as if they had survived a disaster.
And Cronus…
at this moment, he was completely stunned.
He had always been the most resourceful of the twelve primordial gods, and because his divine power was the weakest, he never drew much attention.
But at this moment, all eyes were on him.
He felt a chill run through his heart, instantly piercing his limbs and bones.
Cold sweat burst from his back, soaking his clothes in an instant.
He could clearly feel that along with Prometheus’s voice, an irresistible aura had appeared, firmly attached to him.
It was the aura of fate.
It was a power that all gods raised by Chaos found extremely difficult to resist.
This meant that he would definitely do it in the future.
Even worse, Uranus must have felt this destined divine revelation.
Cronus stared blankly and looked up, meeting the cold gaze of the King of the Gods, seeing the undisguised murderous intent in the King of the Gods’s eyes.
Cronus’s legs immediately gave way, and he fell to his knees with a dull thud, his voice trembling as he cried out: “Father…
I…”
He wanted to explain, wanted to beg for mercy — but when all the words left his mouth, he couldn’t get them out.
Even if he had absolutely no intention of rebelling at this moment and didn’t dare to have the slightest ambition for the throne of the supreme King of the Gods, it was useless.
Because in the face of the clear guidance of fate, all words were too pale — all explanations and struggles seemed useless.
At this moment, Cronus understood clearly…
It was over for him.
He didn’t know that the so-called destined aura wasn’t brought by the prophecy at all, but…
Prometheus quietly activated the Law of Fate hidden within the Law of the Prophet.
These two laws were intertwined and inseparable — no one realized their hidden meaning.
His mission was accomplished — resolutely and decisively, directly crushing all of Cronus’s excuses and justifications.
Next—
It all depended on the King of the Gods.
Uranus’s expression shifted from initial surprise to now completely emotionless.
He coldly looked at his youngest son — the child he had never suspected — his heart filled with raging fury and murderous intent.
Although he didn’t understand how this low-level guy with no offensive power and only powerful divine power could fight him,
At this moment, the guidance of fate clearly told Uranus that in the future, this guy would raise the blade against him.
“So it’s actually you…”
Uranus spoke each word deliberately, his voice so dark it seemed to drip water, and the mighty force of creation inside him exploded without restraint.
The terrifying oppressive feeling instantly made it hard for the first-generation gods to breathe.
The gods felt the King of the Gods’s anger and hastily knelt down, not daring to make a sound, afraid of getting caught up in the chaos.
Even just the aftershocks of the residual power almost frightened the gods — let alone the fact that Uranus was mainly targeting Cronus.
At this moment, the god of growth and harvest could no longer speak; he knelt on the ground, trembling like a blade of grass.
Uranus didn’t waste words and raised his hand, ready to completely suppress his youngest son.
But just as his creative power was about to explode, a figure rushed out from the side, firmly grabbing his raised arm.
“No, don’t!”
The newcomer looked up, revealing a tear-stained face — it was none other than Gaia, the great Mother Earth goddess, Cronus’s mother and the Queen of the Gods.
Seeing this, Cronus seemed to see the last lifeline of a dying man, and he threw himself at Gaia’s feet, shouting: “Mother Goddess, save me!”
This desperate cry made Gaia’s heart clench tightly and only fueled the anger inside her.
“Uranus, you can’t do this!” Gaia shouted angrily.
“You’ve already killed one of my children.
Are you going to kill another?”
But faced with the Mother Earth’s obstruction, Uranus just violently swung his hand, and Gaia was immediately thrown to the ground.
“I won’t kill him.” The King of the Gods said coldly from above.
“But he already harbors treacherous intentions — he must be punished!”
With that, he ignored Gaia and looked at Cronus again, his majestic voice echoing across the earth:
“In the name of the King of the Gods, I declare the god of growth and harvest, Cronus, guilty.
By the power of the King of the Gods, I divide his origin into four parts, casting them into the abyss, the ocean, and the earth — never to return!”
As his words faded, the cosmic laws let out a buzzing sound, responding to the King of the Gods’s command.
This mighty creative force forcibly split Cronus’s primordial power into four parts, sealing them in the depths of Tartarus, the Eternal Sea, and the depths of the earth.
From then on, even in the abyss, the seabed, and the depths of the earth, life could still be born — it was the source of growth and harvest that nourished them.
This also meant that Cronus had forever lost those origins.
After such a devastating blow, Cronus immediately collapsed to the ground.
The pain of having his origin cut off made him let out a pitiful wail, as if his entire godhood had been violently shattered.
His aura visibly weakened, and his level of divine power plummeted rapidly.
In an instant, it dropped from powerful divine power to weak divine power — becoming the weakest god in this world, barely able to maintain human form.
If Cronus had been a material god like Ourea, Uranus would have ruthlessly erased his personal consciousness, completely “killing” him, leaving only matter — just as he had done with Ourea.
But Cronus was a god of law.
Laws couldn’t be destroyed, and if this world lost growth and harvest, it would return to lifelessness.
The world needed this law, so Uranus chose this method.
But this ruthless cutting made Cronus wish for death.
Listening to her youngest son’s wailing, Gaia the Mother Earth felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
She glared at Uranus with fury — as if he were no longer her true love, but a mortal enemy.
However, Prometheus quietly sighed in his heart.
When the King of the Gods was crowned, Uranus and Gaia had a very close bond — but now…
He was afraid they were about to turn against each other.
The other gods watched as Cronus was struck down before their eyes — so frightened they didn’t even dare to raise their heads, trembling awkwardly.
But Uranus was completely unmoved.
Watching the gods tremble under his majesty, he even felt a slight satisfaction and pride — his proud divinity was pleased by this.
He looked at his children and said with a voice full of contempt and sarcasm: “You are truly my obedient children.”
“As a reward for your obedience, I have decided to give you a name — Titans.
From now on, you are the Twelve Titans, and your descendants are Titans.”
Titan — meaning “strained” or “trembling” — Uranus mocked the shameful behavior of the gods before him, implying that they were twelve cowards.
All the gods couldn’t bear this — to have the title of cowards bestowed upon them by the supreme god — what humiliation and shame.
But looking at Uranus’s imposing figure and the tragic fate of Cronus, they couldn’t hold back.
Now that he had dealt with the swordsman from the prophecy, the shadows in his heart that had plagued him for years were swept away.
This Heavenly Father, ruling over the entire universe and invincible, was now completely arrogant, full of absolute pride.
He even felt that no one could stop him from becoming the eternal ruler!