Chapter 9 The Puzzle of Space
The space above the clouds holds the golden scepter tightly in his hand.
That is the symbol of the God-King, the glorious honor of the Titans.
It symbolizes the glorious miracle of the Titans overthrowing Uranus.
It was not only a glorious beginning, but also the start of twilight in the world of Chaos.
It is also a harbinger of the recurring anti-father behavior in Greek mythology.
However, at this moment, the Chaos gods were indulging in sensual pleasures and no god noticed these things.
Most of them are completely absorbed in the game of power.
Just as Mother Earth Gaia said.
The great goddess Ananke will be the final embrace of all things.
However, the few conscious gods among them are mostly weak and do not possess high divine status.
...
In the Temple of Feathers in Ridonbran, Tima has just received the divine status of the Free Art.
Lost in their joy, they were unaware of the prying eyes in their surroundings.
Tima wielded the divine essence of art, infusing it with the divine power of sculpture, until the divine essence of sculpture was completely integrated into the divine essence of art.
It further perfected the divine nature of art.
All of this was happening under the watchful eyes of Cronus.
Kronos cursed inwardly, "Fool, what a waste of a godhood to inject into a godhood with a low potential for development."
Now is the age of gods. Cronus is unaware that in the future, humanity will begin to develop step by step, and the divine status of art will gradually rise, eventually becoming a high-ranking deity.
That is the brilliant light of art and humanistic embellishment.
However, for Cronus now it is just a useless godhood with little practical use and weak combat power, and Tima is wasting the godhood and essence she carved into it.
It was a complete waste of its potential for development. If it had continued to develop normally, the sculpture could have become a weak-level peak deity.
This accumulation of divine power can also allow Tima to advance in her divine rank.
As a result, he wasted this divine status.
This made Cronus regret his earlier doubts about Tima's ideas; someone as foolish as Tima posed no threat to him.
Even if his flock of feathers could contend for the very essence of the sky, how could Tima possibly make a ripple?
Tima's initial concerns were not unfounded, but he never imagined that his casual action would actually make Cronus lower his guard.
But this also proves that all of Tima's previous efforts have paid off.
But Tima knew nothing of this, and did not even discover the arrival of any god in the Temple of Feathers.
The power of space was as strong as ever, but it did not diminish his power to overthrow Uranus.
Tima left the Temple of Feathers, and the bright sunlight shone on her face.
A warm and cozy feeling constantly emanates from it.
Tima hadn't felt the warmth of the sun in a long time.
He spent several years in the Feathered Temple, and although he would occasionally come out, he would only walk around the main hall to observe the Feathered Temple, which was built with the original carvings.
They attempted to find some inspiration from it to advance the process of artistic divinity.
Phoenix sensed the presence of the Lord of Feathers outside and immediately flew towards the entrance of the Feather Palace.
Free like a wanderer in his hometown, he has no time to linger.
"My Lord!" Phoenix was the first to arrive, and immediately called out to Tima.
At this moment, Phoenix had none of the noble qualities that Tima remembered.
"My lord, are you feeling better? Even if you haven't increased your divine power or comprehended your divine nature, it doesn't matter. You have always been the only lord of the Feather Clan." Phoenix did not sense any increase in divine power or development of divine nature from Tima.
The divine status of art is truly barely noticeable.
Then the Canalivies arrived one after another, and they agreed with Phoenix's words.
After all, where can you find such a good supreme deity?
He willingly offered his divine eyes to the flock of feathers, but his own eyes suffered irreversible damage.
There is a serious problem with vision.
"No, Phoenix, your worries are unnecessary, but I'm still very happy and grateful for your comfort." Tima smiled faintly, a unique warmth flashing in her gray eyes.
"I have already attained the divine status of art," Tima then added.
Phoenix and the others listened with puzzled expressions.
"But my lord, your divine power has not increased!" they blurted out in shock.
Tima awkwardly touched the white hair by her ear.
"Ha...ha...the divine status of art is quite high, but the feedback of divine power is not much," Tima explained awkwardly.
The Phoenixes recalled how they had crossed mountains and rivers, even offending Thea, for this divine status, only to end up like this, and they found it hard to accept.
But they quickly recovered and calmed down.
They thought Tima would be the most unhappy, after all, she had spent so much time trying to gain godhood, only to end up like this.
"My lord, don't be sad. You will definitely be able to obtain other powerful divine titles in the future, after all, you are so smart." Tima Blows Phoenix #1 is online.
"Yes, with your abilities, it won't be long before you rise to the level of a high god." Tima Blows Second, Kanalivie is online.
Other Tima fans also spoke up one by one.
The chattering creatures were not in awe; they were the gods of the flock.
Tima couldn't help but smile wryly. He had intended to comfort them, but instead, they were the ones comforting him instead.
"I'm fine. After all, I still attained the divine status of art, and I'm quite happy." Tima opened her mouth and smiled slightly.
Then something else came to mind.
"I bestow my blessing upon all the feathered creatures with the divine status of free art. From this day forward, every feathered creature will be a natural artist, skilled in singing and dancing."
The origin of art acknowledged Tima's blessing, and subsequently separated a portion of its divinity from the origin of art and bestowed it upon each of the winged beings.
After the transformation of the Feathered Godhood, the laws autonomously created the Feathered Race.
Now, in Chaos's world, feathers bloom everywhere.
The winged race who received this blessing were all filled with gratitude.
To Tima, it was nothing out of the ordinary, but what he didn't know was that Kronos saw wisps of white, smoke-like matter drifting toward Tima in the warp.
Tima, however, seemed completely unaware of the situation.
Kronos carefully sensed it.
This smoky substance can actually enhance a person's divine rank and divine power.
Cronus was no longer as relaxed as he had been just moments before.
It seems that even without effort, Tima could still obtain a high-level divine status.
These thoughts made Cronus want to take action against Tima again, but he lacked a reason to do so.
Suddenly, a good idea came to Cronus's mind.
He planned to use some special methods to deal with Tima.
The king of space taps his scepter lightly.