The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2327 Samsara Lord's statue

As Cain’s form was consumed by the fierce blast of energy, a grim and pitiless grin spread across Ideonus's face. For a fleeting moment, the entire battlefield was eclipsed by obsidian radiance and turbulent shockwaves. Under the immense pressure, the very atmosphere seemed to shriek.

However, Cain reappeared only a second later.

Chaos Wings erupted from his back in a flash of crimson plasma, their arrival sparking a primal terror in the soul of any beholder. Before Ideonus could formulate a defense, Cain grabbed him by the skull and began dragging him ruthlessly across the terrain. Beneath them, the frozen ground disintegrated, as deep trenches were carved into the stone and ice alike.

The violet eyes of the Origin Island native bulged in disbelief as he sensed Cain’s power climbing even higher. Those scarlet wings were far more than a simple manifestation of energy; they radiated an ancient, instinctive horror that caused his very spirit to shrink back.

Despite this, Ideonus refused to yield.

He clamped his hand tighter around the hilt of his invisible blade and discharged a colossal wave of obsidian energy. The resulting explosion ripped across the battlefield, finally throwing Cain back.

The Chaos Wings pulsed with violence, stabilizing Cain’s frame and allowing him to recover his footing almost instantly. With no room for hesitation, Cain lunged forward again, every motion saturated with lethal intent.

The Power of Chaos exerted a heavy burden on his soul, particularly when utilized in such high-level combat. Cain had hoped to avoid relying on it so extensively. He knew the risk of encountering Neo-Angels further ahead was high, and he needed to preserve enough strength to execute them without delay.

Regrettably, Ideonus had left him with no other choice.

At this stage, Cain was holding nothing back, unleashing his full potential. If slaying this man meant inciting the wrath of whatever powers supported him, then so be it. Cain would confront those consequences when they arrived.

Ideonus, naturally, was also fighting with everything he had.

While the Power of Chaos had vastly augmented Cain’s prowess, the activation of the mask had elevated Ideonus to a staggering level of might. Their weapons clashed repeatedly, each strike discharging energy waves that grew more feral with every pass. The ground beneath them shuddered, and fissures raced through the frozen earth like spreading veins.

A surge of obsidian force sent Cain reeling back once more, but he regained his composure in less than a heartbeat. His fingers tightened around Sky Devourer as his Chaos Wings began to resonate with the fundamental rules and laws of the world.

Suddenly, dark purple filaments appeared all around him.

They drifted through the air like the veins of reality itself—subtle, yet incredibly concentrated. Cain’s eyes widened as the realization struck him.

This was the Matrix of Origin Island—the very rules and laws that governed this realm.

The power they held was beyond description.

Drawing upon the Matrix of Origin Island was an entirely different feat compared to tapping into the laws of the Crimson World. The strength it offered was monstrous, but the strain it placed on Cain’s physical body and soul was many times greater. His skeleton groaned under the weight, and his blood hammered against his veins as his very being was forced to synchronize with the island’s core rules.

Cain didn't pause to analyze the sensation.

His expression remained frigid and ruthless, his focus locked entirely on Ideonus.

The violet-eyed warrior was even more stunned to see Cain channeling the island's laws. That shock lasted only a moment before it was drowned out by a paralyzing sense of existential horror.

"Chaos of Worldbreak!"

The energy surrounding Sky Devourer erupted. The sword wailed as scarlet and void-like forces merged, distorting the surrounding space. Ideonus understood with terrifying clarity that the coming strike would be his end.

He did not stay to meet it.

The violet glow in his eyes flared to a blinding intensity. His physical form blurred, shifting into a streak of obsidian light as he retreated at an impossible velocity. The massive wall of ice split apart, forming a giant tunnel as Ideonus surged through it and vanished from Cain’s senses.

Cain halted his strike immediately.

He channeled his entire focus into pacifying the turbulent energies ravaging his internals. The Chaos Wings dissipated, and the Matrix filaments vanished as he suppressed them by force. Only then did Cain exhale slowly, a brief shadow of relief crossing his features.

In truth, activating Ragnarok would have summoned a truly peerless power—but the resulting backlash might have left him unconscious for an indefinite period. On Origin Island, such a gamble was far too dangerous and likely suicidal.

Still, Cain did not drop his guard.

He had witnessed firsthand how easily the denizens of Origin Island could evade his detection. Only after verifying he was truly alone, with no predators lurking in the shadows, did he finally stand down. Asura Form and Doomsday Incarnation receded, returning his body to its normal state.

Even so, Cain did not turn back.

He had watched Ideonus pass through the ice wall, which proved a path existed.

The Power of Chaos and The Flow sharpened his vision as he studied the barrier. Gradually, intricate patterns became visible.

"Energy lines..." Cain whispered. "They are so minuscule it would have taken me ages to locate them on my own."

A faint smirk touched his lips.

Cain reached out with his energy, delicately manipulating the hidden circuits within the ice. After a few moments, the massive slabs of ice began to groan and shift, sliding open to reveal a narrow passage.

Without pausing, Cain entered.

The vista that greeted him was breathtakingly beautiful, yet profoundly disturbing.

The sky was draped in a perpetual aurora, with ribbons of color flowing endlessly across the firmament. The concentration of rules and laws here was even denser, weighing down on his perception with staggering force.

"Just what kind of place is this island?" Cain pondered.

He refused to let his mind wander.

Advancing past the ice wall, he stepped into what appeared to be a prehistoric city. Consistent with the rest of Origin Island, the architecture was integrated perfectly with the environment. Buildings were crafted from living trees and stone, with bridges naturally woven into the landscape.

Despite their ancient appearance, Cain could sense the incredible toughness of these structures. Considering the harsh conditions of the island, the city’s resilience likely exceeded that of most fortresses in the Empyrean Worlds.

Cain moved through the ruins with caution, hunting for any information regarding the true nature of Origin Island. The stakes were rising, and he had yet to find the forces of the Freedom Path. It was now vital to understand where he was and the reality of this world. Unfortunately, the rubble provided no answers. It was only when he reached the city center that he stopped dead.

Cain froze in his tracks.

Standing before him was a statue that remained untouched by time or decay. Carved from a mysterious stone, it portrayed a man possessing three eyes. The aura radiating from the figure was one Cain had encountered before.

"...Samsara Lord?"