The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2342 The plight of the Ancient One

With startling efficiency, the Ancient One reclaimed command over his physical form. A complex swirl of emotions flickered across his features as his focus locked onto the Demon King.

Had he been at the zenith of his power, the Demon King would have posed no threat to him. In truth, the Ancient One had long anticipated an opportunity to eliminate the Demon King permanently.

Regrettably, the timing for such a confrontation could not be worse. His grueling struggle against the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch had left him battered and broken. His Dantian churned with the effects of a massive backlash, his Power of Negation was failing, and internal trauma ravaged his Meridians.

In a silent motion, his gaze drifted toward the Eternity Gate.

Unlike Cain, the Ancient One possessed the ability to perceive and connect with the gate without climbing the stairs. However, even with direct access, the process of unsealing it required time—a luxury he currently lacked. In a high-stakes Cultivation battle where life and death are decided in a heartbeat, any pause was a death sentence.

His only path to victory was blunt: he had to neutralize the Demon King before making his move on the gate.

Even with such horrific wounds, a cold, resolute light burned in the Ancient One’s remaining eye. He prepared to ignite every fragment of his remaining Qi, willing to incinerate the very fabric of reality if it meant reaching that gate.

The Demon King met that stare with a grim expression. He refused to underestimate his foe simply because the Ancient One appeared weakened. Slowly, he looked toward the two figures standing nearby, his eyes pausing for a moment on the Crimson Exarch.

Though he had previously commanded the warriors of the Life Path to execute the Crimson Exarch as a dangerous prodigy of the Freedom Path, it was now evident that the situation was far more convoluted than he had first thought.

His eyes sharpened with intent as he began his approach toward the Ancient One.

“You two,” the Demon King commanded without breaking his stride, “deal with that four-armed vermin.”

Cain and the Crimson Exarch traded a quick look before turning their attention to a massive, four-armed humanoid entity looming over the battlefield.

It was Paramount—the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod who had previously fought the Demon King alongside the dragon Zylax.

“I annihilated the body and soul of his partner,” the Demon King remarked tonelessly, “yet he managed to slip away. His tenacity is quite remarkable.”

Without another word, the Demon King cleared his mind of all trivialities and blurred forward, crashing into the Ancient One in a flash of light.

The very fabric of space-time shook behind Cain and the Crimson Exarch as the two most formidable entities of the Nine Realms resumed their duel. Both men were drained and bleeding, desperate for a moment of Cultivation to recover, but Paramount was a threat that demanded their immediate attention.

Even as a duo, challenging a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod was a suicidal prospect in their current condition. However, Paramount was also visibly wounded, his life force flickering with instability. That weakness was their only opening.

Drawing deep breaths, the two unleashed their auras as the Wings of Chaos and the Wings of Order erupted behind them. They charged the towering Neo-Angel with everything they had.

Paramount let out a deafening cry, his four massive arms grasping the air and condensing the sky into twin waves of absolute shadow. These tides of darkness surged forward with enough destructive power to shatter planets, aimed directly at the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch.

Faint smiles touched the lips of the two men as they watched the destruction approach. They reached out with their left hands, touching the incoming energy with their fingertips.

Trying to manipulate the Ancient One’s power through the Flow would have resulted in instant death, but against a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod, the technique was viable.

To Paramount’s horror, his massive attacks simply evaporated. Before he could process the loss, that raw power was redirected into his opponents’ sword and firearm.

A crescent of golden light laced with scarlet fire tore through the air, followed by a blinding beam of golden plasma. The combined strike slammed into the Neo-Angel’s chest, sending him spiraling backward as he coughed up sprays of blood.

The Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch wasted no time, pressing their advantage with a relentless barrage of attacks.

Paramount, however, was a stubborn foe. He arrested his momentum through sheer willpower and threw himself back into the fray, his monstrous form radiating pure rage.

While the battle between the three was spectacular, it remained a mere shadow of the cataclysmic struggle between the Ancient One and the Demon King.

The Sovereigns of the Freedom Path and Life Path moved with such velocity that they appeared as nothing more than ghosts. The Demon King suddenly manifested above the Ancient One, striking downward with a colossal golden palm manifestation.

The Ancient One narrowed his focus, concentrating his immense physical strength into a single fist. The collision between the golden palm and his punch sent shockwaves through the vacuum of space.

The Ancient One’s physical prowess was legendary. He successfully repelled one golden palm, but a second struck him squarely, burying him deep into the crust of the island.

He tore a massive furrow through the earth. Despite the impact, he forced his broken body to move, dodging just as another golden palm crushed the spot where he had landed.

The combination of his injuries and the massive backlash had crippled his combat effectiveness. He was reduced to playing a desperate game of evasion against the Demon King’s onslaught.

It was a losing battle.

The Demon King didn't need a decisive kill; he only needed to stall until the island’s laws expelled them. Unless the Ancient One could find a breakthrough, the grand designs he had cultivated for billions of years were on the verge of total collapse.