The most terrifying thing was that they truly made Father Uranus, the ruler of the cosmos, feel a hint of threat.

Uranus keenly perceived that a portion of his authority had been silently severed by the Mother Goddess Gaia.

Although he could still control these powers, this was undoubtedly an extremely terrifying omen.

Could the supreme sky possibly be obscured by dark clouds?!

Thunder, lightning, and bolts were originally the most direct and terrifying cosmic forces that the heavens could directly unleash.

And now, this supreme power could be mastered by other deities!

However, Father Uranus still didn't care.

Because no matter how powerful these three gods were, no matter how much they possessed physical forms, it didn't matter; they were ultimately intelligent beings.

As long as they were intelligent beings, they posed no threat to him.

They were merely insignificant existences to be toyed with in his hands, to be given life or death at his whim.

What troubled Father Uranus most now was that these three half-grown children were simply too boisterous!

At this time, heaven and earth were not yet fully formed, and these three giants had physical forms and were incredibly enormous.

Just a slight movement within the bodies of heaven and earth made both heaven and earth feel uncomfortable.

It was mainly Father Uranus who felt uncomfortable, because the three gods were nurtured by the Mother Goddess; Mother Goddess Gaia didn't feel particularly uncomfortable, only closeness to her children.

What displeased Father Uranus most was that these three mischievous giants greatly interfered with the joyful union of the great Heavenly Lord and the sacred Earth Mother, thus greatly delaying the progress of the world's continued evolution.

Although Uranus was the Father, there was no true warmth in his divinity.

He did not regard anything, much less truly consider other intelligent beings as his children.

Everything, in his eyes, was merely his sustenance and tools.

They were merely insignificant creations.

Therefore, these Cyclopes who dared to delay Uranus's pleasure inevitably met with great misfortune.

Uranus unceremoniously cast them into the deepest part of the earth, for the Divine Lord allowed nothing to hinder his union with the Earth Mother.

Uranus's actions brought immense pain to Mother Goddess Gaia.

It was like cruelly stuffing her already nurtured children back into their mother's womb.

The loving Mother Goddess, seeing the unprovoked disaster her children suffered, felt even more pain in her heart, yet she dared not say a word, only enduring in silence.

She even actively entwined herself with the firmament once more, engaging in the union of laws.

This time, she carried a deeper resolve; she wanted to use Uranus's supreme position to truly conceive absolute gods of matter, a power capable of shaking the Heavenly Lord.

Above the earth, between heaven and earth, as the world's supreme laws intensely collided and evolved.

The earth constantly cracked and healed, mountains continuously rose and collapsed, the inner sea stirred up thousands of miles of surging waves, and countless rivers unleashed monstrous torrents, overflowing wantonly across the land.

The entire sky was covered by water elements, and endless rain poured down onto the earth, washing the texture of the earth, again and again.

Even with the world in such turmoil, those twelve great gods, the foundations of the cosmos, facing the absolute pressure from the Father, not one dared to utter even a faint dissent, as if the Father had never bestowed wisdom upon them, leaving only silence and trembling.

Only Cronus, who governed creation and harvest, was filled with indignation in his heart.

The fruits of his diligent nurturing for countless years, under this endless downpour, all new plants, animals, and all newly sprouted living beings, were almost entirely destroyed.

But even so, he had no right to speak yet; he could only bury his anger deep within his heart.

This union of heaven and earth lasted for an immeasurable amount of time, longer than human comprehension.

Finally, Mother Goddess Gaia successfully conceived the pure gods of matter she longed for!

They were the three Hecatoncheires, also known as the Hundred-Handed Giants.

They were:

Briareus (meaning: strong, robust), whose body contained infinite power.

Cottus (meaning: resentment, anger), whose birth carried a hidden grudge against the Father.

Gyes (meaning: land, enormous, extended limbs, center of power), whose existence was the embodiment of the earth's power.

Mother Goddess Gaia succeeded, but also failed.

She conceived pure gods of matter, and they were indeed incredibly powerful, but this immense power still remained under Uranus's control.

These three Hecatoncheires were indeed pure, great gods of matter.

They inherently possessed physical forms, and incredibly massive ones; the previously enormous Cyclopes appeared as insignificant as tiny ants before them.

The vast inner sea was merely a small bathtub before them; the wide rivers, lakes, and seas were just small mud puddles; the endless mountain ranges were only fit to be toy-ball-like toys in their hands, to be manipulated at their whim.

They represented no laws or concepts; their existence possessed only the infinite, pure power bestowed by the earth.

Furthermore, as long as they stood on the earth, they would have an inexhaustible supply of strength and could never be harmed or destroyed.

However, they were still intelligent beings, and indeed, high-level intelligent beings.

And as long as they were intelligent beings, they were all the same before Uranus.

They were merely insignificant creations.

Gaia's idea of creating beings not controlled by spiritual dominion was inherently impossible to achieve.

Because an existence without spirituality is not a living being at all.

Moreover, the three Hecatoncheires born this time were even more miserable than the previous Cyclopes.

They were too enormous, so enormous that even if Uranus wanted to stuff them back into their mother's "womb," he simply couldn't.

So, Father Uranus, with his proud intellect, creatively invented a brand new method of handling them.

This method later became the most cruel means among the community of gods for dealing with those immortal, indestructible, law-incarnate deities, making even gods change color at the mere mention of it.

In the deepest part of the earth, at the dark boundary that separated Tartarus, Uranus designated the intertwined part where darkness and Tartarus met as a special "Divine Prison."

He used darkness itself to form invisible shackles, binding them tightly to the giants' massive bodies, and then mercilessly cast them into Tartarus.

These dark shackles were connected to a deeper layer of darkness, forming eternal fetters, while also ensuring they remained linked to the world.

This way, they could be rendered powerless, yet Tartarus could not truly devour them.

Letting Tartarus devour them would be too much of a waste, because once devoured, it would mean these powerful existences would completely disappear from the world.

If a law were devoured, the world would have to re-nurture that law, and if the devoured law was a cornerstone of the world, then the entire world could be in crisis.

Now, this move was simply perfect: safe, effective, and it didn't occupy any space in the world, not even the space of endless darkness, truly the perfect ultimate imprisonment.