At the desperate plea of the sea goddess Tethys, Prometheus finally climbed the sacred mountain again.
For the gods of this era, time was the most useless thing — a few years were just a blink of an eye.
Over the past few years, Uranus had never pushed Prometheus, but he could still feel the gaze that occasionally came from the mountaintop.
Uranus was a proud King of the Gods.
He wouldn’t beg Prometheus for the next prophecy — that would make it seem like he was afraid of it.
But that didn’t mean Prometheus could drag it out forever.
The King of the Gods had his limits.
Knowing that Tethys’s visit came at just the right time, Prometheus used it as an excuse and went up the sacred mountain.
Uranus was indeed waiting for him at the top.
Even Atlas, his favorite in recent years, wasn’t by his side — which showed that His Majesty still cared about this prophecy.
The other twelve first-generation gods all fixed their eyes on Prometheus the moment he stepped onto the mountain.
“Your Majesty, Lord of the Heavens, Great King of the Gods, thank you for giving me time to recover.
My divine power has been restored, and I’ve come to continue my prophecy for you.” Prometheus bowed respectfully and spoke sincerely.
Uranus nodded and said calmly, “Very well, you may begin.”
As soon as the words were spoken, all the gods watching from afar tensed up, holding their breath and waiting for the final judgment.
In an instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent — only two gods were speaking on top of the towering sacred mountain.
The sacred white light appeared in Prometheus’s eyes again, and that familiar feeling of being watched returned — the one Uranus hated so much.
The King of the Gods frowned and silently endured it.
Finally, the white light in Prometheus’s eyes faded, and he bowed respectfully and said:
“Your Majesty, my divine authority is limited.
I cannot directly predict which god will raise a blade against you.
I can only eliminate them one by one.
Please understand.”
Uranus nodded slightly, showing no displeasure.
He had plenty of time to wait for the prophecy — he wasn’t in a hurry.
Then Prometheus revealed the first part of his prophecy: “The Lord of the great ocean currents that encircle the world — Your Highness Oceanus — is not the one who will raise the blade.”
Along with his voice, the laws of the world responded to his prophecy, and Uranus could clearly feel that Prometheus was telling the truth.
He nodded, his face showing neither joy nor anger, and his voice was completely calm: “I understand.
You’ve worked hard.
Go rest.”
Prometheus, whose divine power had once again faded, nodded, bowed respectfully, and withdrew.
At that moment, the gods watching from afar — except for the relieved Oceanus and the finally at-ease Tethys — had mixed feelings.
In just a few years, Oceanus had been tortured, falling from the Great Perfection of Great Divine Power to the Middle Level of Great Divine Power (each level of divine power was divided into four stages: low, middle, high, and Great Perfection) — truly a pitiful state.
But now his suffering was finally ending, and this always-kind ocean god was so moved he could barely hold back tears.
But his days of suffering were over — and the suffering of others…
had just begun.
In Greek mythology, goddesses had no right of succession, so they posed no threat.
Therefore, Uranus only needed to guard against his six sons.
Besides Oceanus, the ocean god, they included:
Hyperion, god of light and the sun;
Coeus, god of wisdom and thought;
Crius, god of the heavens and weather;
Iapetus, god of life and soul;
And Cronus, the youngest son, god of harvest and growth.
Among them, the youngest, Cronus, was the weakest, possessing only weak divine power.
Hyperion the sun god and Crius the sky god had reached the high level of divine power, becoming the most powerful beings after Oceanus lost his authority.
Coeus, god of wisdom, and Iapetus, god of life and soul, were both powerful middle-level deities.
So Uranus’s gaze naturally turned to the sky.
That’s where the sun and stars lived.
After years of torment, Pontus the sea god, like Oceanus, had fallen from divine power to the middle level of powerful gods — but Uranus remained firmly in the realm of divine authority, which greatly displeased him.
He quickly came up with a new “game”: he grabbed stars from the sky and threw them at the mountains on earth.
This was undoubtedly a terrible disaster for the whole world.
In Uranus’s hands, these stars turned into terrifying meteors, one after another, crashing into the high mountains with deafening roars that spread across the world.
Even the solid earth beneath their feet cracked open!
What’s more, Uranus also forced the Sun down to the earth.
In an instant, the scorching heat destroyed all the plants and everything that represented Cronus’s life force.
The agonizing screams of the gods spread across the world once again — but this time, it was the cries of Ourea, Hyperion, Crius, and Cronus.
But Uranus, hearing the sounds of pain, grew even more excited.
He showed no mercy, becoming more determined and ruthless!
Under the assault of the King of the Gods, the whole world was on the verge of collapse, and all the gods at that moment trembled in fear, suffering greatly from mental anguish.
When the King of the Gods was finally stopped by Gaia, the Mother Earth, who rushed to the scene and decided to take a break, the entire world was already devastated.
While the gods trembled in fear, not daring to say a word, a sacred goddess silently walked across the ravaged land, making no sound.
This goddess had long golden hair that radiated a warm glow, and her eyes were sacred gold.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and she wore a flawless white dress.
She looked so noble and holy, yet at the same time emanated an indescribable majesty.
This was Themis, the sacred and majestic goddess of justice and order.
She was the embodiment of order itself — her very existence equaled justice.
But at this moment, the goddess’s face was frighteningly cold.
When her beautiful golden eyes swept over the devastated land, pain flickered within them.
She was the goddess of order, but she could only helplessly watch as the King of the Gods destroyed the order of the entire world — and she was powerless to stop it.
This not only greatly affected her divine authority, weakening her divine power, but also caused her deep emotional pain.
But then she heard a soft sigh.
Themis turned around and saw a young man in white standing behind her.
His face looked very familiar to Themis — it was Prometheus, the god of prophecy, the very source of it all.
Themis’s face immediately turned cold, and she asked sharply: “What are you doing here?”
“Your Highness, you shouldn’t ask me why I’m here — you should ask me why I haven’t put an end to all this chaos yet.”
Themis looked puzzled for a moment, then asked: “You knew all along?”
“If you mean that you were the one who guided Prince Tethys to come to me and urged me to go up the sacred mountain to deliver the new prophecy — then yes, I definitely knew.”
Themis sneered: “Yes, the God of Prophecy always knows everything — but did you foresee all of this?”
As she spoke, she pointed her slender, jade-like fingers at the chaotic world, not hiding her displeasure and hostility toward Prometheus.
“Your Highness, you’re taking your anger out on me,” Prometheus sighed helplessly and said quietly, “None of this was what I wanted.”
“I was powerless to stop it, and I didn’t live up to Your Highness’s expectations.”
Themis sneered but no longer wanted to pay attention to this young man and turned to leave.
But just as she turned around, his voice came from behind her again — unhurried, calm, with endless composure.
What she heard from him was…
“Your Highness, do you wish to put an end to this chaos?”
Themis’s steps suddenly stopped.