Another million years passed in the blink of an eye.
Although the Chaos World remained calm during this period and the machine race continued to progress along its own trajectory, a silent storm was brewing among the major gods.
All powerful gods were creating their own races.
At this moment, in the City of Light, a grand palace stood tall—the divine residence of the Lord of Light.
Suddenly—
Rumble~~
A blazing white light, as radiant as the sun, erupted from the palace's backyard, tearing away all darkness and leaving only pure light in the entire Chaos World.
"It worked."
The Lord of Light was ecstatic. Clutching the scepter in his hand, he gazed at the twelve infants that had appeared before him. They were all female.
Though mere newborns, they floated in mid-air, each possessing twelve pairs of pristine white wings. Their bodies radiated an overwhelming light energy—holy and untouchable by even a speck of impurity.
Every white feather on their wings contained intricate chaotic runes, engraved with the power of the Dao of Light. If a single feather were to fall to the ground, it would immediately purify the earth, transforming it into an expanse of radiant white.
It seemed that under their presence, only light could exist between heaven and earth—an absolute domain of purity.
Deep within their bodies, a fiery energy burned, akin to the core of a sun. If unleashed, it could incinerate all filth in existence. Though they were weak now, their potential was boundless—no less than that of the Chaos Demon Gods.
This was because these children were not merely created—they were born from the rib of the Lord of Light, infused with the divine blood of a Demon God, and brought to life through profound secret techniques of the Dao of Light.
They carried his very essence—they were his children.
"Father God!"
The twelve-winged infants opened their eyes, gazing curiously at the world. Though ignorant of many things, their instincts told them that the being before them was their Creator.
"Very good. From now on, you shall be the Seraphim of my City of Light."
The Lord of Light was immensely satisfied, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment—like a god who had achieved true creation.
The Seraphim were beings closest to the sun, their bodies formed not of flesh and blood but of pure light energy.
Yet, what pleased the Lord of Light most was not the twelve Seraphim, but the colossal tree standing in the palace's backyard.
Towering hundreds of light-years high, this tree stretched across the heavens, its vast roots spreading throughout the entire City of Light.
This was the Tree of Light, born from the divine blood of the Lord of Light himself.
On its endless branches, spheres of white light clustered together—countless in number. If one looked closely, one could see young angels growing within these light spheres.
This tree was the source of all angels. It absorbed the chaotic energy of the universe, refining it into sacred light, from which angels were born.
At that moment, the Lord of Light spoke in the ancient language of the Demon Gods—a voice imbued with the Great Dao, resounding across three trillion light-years.
"I am the Lord of the Angel Race."
Kacha! Kacha!~~
Instantly, the countless white light spheres shattered, and hundreds of millions of angels were born.
As they emerged, an endless white glow radiated from the City of Light, illuminating the Chaos World.
Rumble~~
The angels raised their voices, singing a divine hymn that resonated with the very Source of Chaos. Their voices transformed into intricate angelic runes, forming sacred chants of the Light.
The sheer power of faith surged through the City of Light, enveloping it entirely. At this moment, the city itself seemed to transcend—it was no longer just a city.
It was transforming into the Divine Kingdom of Light.
Meanwhile, in the City of Titans, where the Lord of Titans reigned, a towering structure dominated the skyline.
This was the Titan Tower, an edifice that rivaled the Tree of Light in grandeur.
Every inch of the Titan Tower was inscribed with ancient magical runes and divine spells.
At its base stood a colossal figure—his presence radiated unparalleled majesty and divine power. His gaze held boundless joy.
The Lord of Titans had finally succeeded.
For countless eons, he had labored to create a race of his own. To achieve this, he had constructed the Titan Tower, gathered countless cosmic wonders from the Chaos, fused them into the tower, and combined them with his own ribs and divine blood.
After millions of years of experimentation—
It worked.
Rumble~~
The Titan Tower opened.
From its depths, tall, mighty beings emerged. Their bodies were sculpted with powerful muscles, each fiber of their being containing an unimaginable explosive force.
Their appearance was akin to Pangu, the primordial titan of legend.
These were the Titans—beings born with the power of thunder and storms.
Their eyes commanded lightning, their breath stirred tempests, and with each step, storms and thunder followed.
Each of them carried the divine blood of the Lord of Titans.
"Father God!"
One by one, the Titans knelt before the Lord of Titans. Though newborn, they instinctively recognized the divine figure before them as their Creator.
His power was absolute. Compared to him, they were as insignificant as ants before a god.
"I am the Lord of the Titans."
His voice reverberated through the Chaos World, forming a divine storm that swept across the cosmos. It was an announcement—a declaration—that the Titan Race had been born.
At that moment, the City of Titans became the epicenter of a massive vortex of chaotic energy.
Lightning crackled. Storms raged.
The entire chaotic void trembled as it was reshaped by the raw elemental power of thunder and storms.
"Titans! Titans! Titans!"
One by one, the Titans roared, their battle cries shaking the very fabric of existence.
Though only 10,000 Titans had been created, they were male and female—capable of reproduction.
Given time—hundreds of millions of years—their numbers would grow exponentially, becoming one of the most powerful races in the Chaos World.
Rumble~~
Under the immense faith of the Titans, the City of Titans began to change.
A divine barrier took form. The city expanded outward, its influence stretching deeper into the Chaos Void.
In that instant—
The City of Titans became the Kingdom of Titans, and its growth showed no signs of stopping.