The gods in this world possessed varying levels of power.
Divine power could be further divided into weak divine power, low-level divine power, mid-level divine power, powerful divine power, supreme divine power, and primordial creative power.
The level of divine power at birth was largely predetermined and difficult to change, unless one tried to absorb the divine power and authority of others—for example, by taking other gods as subordinate deities.
But at this stage, the world was still being created, and the power gap between everyone was not yet wide, so absorbing anyone was difficult.
Because once a god was born, their law would not disappear, and the god, as the embodiment of that law, could not die.
So the gods devised another way: produce more offspring.
Each newly conceived child was equivalent to gaining a new divine position within their faction, and the more powerful the offspring, the more divine power the parent received in return.
The most obvious example was Uranus, the sky god.
Due to the scarcity of divine power, it was difficult for parents to bear children as powerful as themselves.
Most offspring would be one level lower in divine power, and often several levels lower.
In the beginning of the world, besides the five primordial gods who possessed supreme divine power, Gaia, as a primordial god, gave birth to three children, each possessing powerful divine power.
However, because Gaia and Uranus together bore twelve powerful first-generation gods, Uranus immediately ascended to the level of a creator god!
And then the gods began producing children.
While the twelve primordial gods frantically created offspring, Uranus, as their priest and the source of all things, participated in this process.
The world of Chaos directly recognized his great achievements, granting him unique recognition—what was called the blessing of the world’s will.
Now Uranus possessed unprecedented authority as a creator god, surpassing even the five primordial gods in power, and rightfully became the King of the Gods!
With such a clear example, the gods were very interested in bearing powerful offspring.
However, up to this point, none of the children born from the union of the twelve primordial gods possessed great divine power, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Therefore, Clymene’s pregnancy attracted a great deal of attention.
Everyone could sense the powerful life force within her womb.
With such divine power radiating even before birth, this child was destined for greatness.
Not to mention that she had been pregnant for so long and still hadn’t given birth.
The conception of children by gods was a highly mystical process—the fusion of laws giving birth to entirely new laws.
Some could give birth immediately after conception, while others took many years to carry a child to term.
But Clymene’s gestation period was unprecedented.
Even when the Great Mother Earth gave birth to Uranus, the Lord of the Heavens, it hadn’t taken this long.
This unusual event only heightened the gods’ anticipation.
“What a powerful aura!
What law is this, Clymene?
You’re about to give birth to a remarkable child.”
On the highest sacred mountain, the gods surrounded Clymene, and a middle-aged man who appeared the most mature spoke with a smile.
His beard cascaded like a silver waterfall, and his deep gray-blue eyes now crinkled with warmth as he gazed fondly at Clymene.
This was the great ocean current that encircled the world—the eldest son of the great father Uranus and the mother of matter Gaia—Oceanus, the god of the ocean, who was also Clymene’s father.
Clymene’s eyes also sparkled with anticipation, but with a hint of timidity, as she softly said, “I thank you for your blessing, Father of the Heavens, but I fear that with my divine power, it will be difficult to give birth to a powerful law.”
Beside them, a goddess with a face as white and beautiful as a pearl reached out and touched Clymene’s soft, flowing hair, comforting her:
“My child, there’s no need to worry.
With such a powerful aura, this child’s laws and divine power will not be weak.”
She was Clymene’s mother, the wife of Oceanus, and the guardian of waters—the goddess who governed the flow of water, the sea goddess Tethys.
She was the goddess who nourished all things and the world.
She brought the waters of the oceans that surrounded the world, filling it with life.
This oceanic pair gave birth to three thousand ocean goddesses and three thousand river gods (three thousand was not a literal number, but a designation for infinity), becoming the first generation of gods with the most offspring.
Thus, Oceanus became the strongest of the first gods, his aura always radiating a salty, primordial power, and his form was as boundless and infinite as the universe itself.
Despite the large number of offspring, none of them achieved great divine power.
In fact, because of their multitude, their divinity was diluted, and most children possessed only weak divine power.
Only a few children, like Clymene, reached the mid-level of divine power, which already made them exceptionally outstanding second-generation gods.
The other first gods also comforted and blessed Clymene, their eyes filled with envy and anticipation as they looked at her swollen belly.
With such immense divine power, even if this child only had moderate strength, they would likely become a powerful law.
It was unknown exactly when they would be born.
As they conversed with one another, the lord of this grand gathering—the great sky god, the father of all gods, Uranus—stood atop the sacred mountain and gazed into the distance.
He felt the supreme power flowing within him and thought that everything before him—from the sun and moon to the mountains and rivers—was merely a bubble that could be destroyed with a wave of his hand.
Even the entire world had become something he could manipulate at will in his eyes.
This was the primordial power that had won the recognition and support of the chaotic world!
This supreme divine power and authority somewhat intoxicated him.
“My beloved, great King of the Gods, let us take our places—all the children have arrived.”
Behind him came a gentle female voice, and a beautiful woman with a full figure, dressed in a green robe, approached Uranus.
Her eyes were full of tender affection, and her entire being radiated a sacred maternal glow.
Seeing the beautiful woman, Uranus’s majestic face lit up with a loving smile: “Gaia, my queen, today we shall be crowned together.”
Hearing this, Gaia’s smile became even more enchanting.
She nodded softly, and together they entered the already prepared temple.
Seeing their arrival, the gods bowed respectfully and humbly, and in unison they proclaimed: “Hail, Your Majesty the Great King of the Gods!
Hail, Your Highness the Queen of the Gods!”
Uranus’s smile widened, and he laughed heartily, his voice booming and strong: “Good children, all my good children—today we shall celebrate together!”
Gaia’s face beamed with a loving smile.
As if sensing something, she gazed tenderly at Clymene among the gods, and a flicker of surprise passed through her eyes.
“Your child…” she suddenly spoke, a rare hesitation in her voice.
“Your aura seems quite unusual—unexpectedly powerful.”
“Oh?”
Hearing such words of praise from the Mother of All Things, Uranus immediately grew interested and looked around.
Feeling that powerful life force, he too was surprised.
Hearing this, Prometheus, still in the womb, felt an immense pressure bearing down on him.
Without a doubt, the gazes of all the gods were now fixed on Clymene’s belly, and he felt as if there was a sharp edge at his back, not daring to even breathe.
But just as he feared, Uranus observed carefully for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, “Your little child clearly possesses full life force—obviously already fully developed.
Why are they so unwilling to be born?”
“In that case, let me give you a hand.”