The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2350 The Ancient One's identity
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
A broad grin, brimming with anticipation and thrill, stretched across Cain's face as he finished inspecting his updated statistics.
The data was nothing short of miraculous.
The numerical values he possessed far exceeded the standard expectations for a cultivator who had just stepped into the Alpha-Omega Overgod realm—surpassing even the prodigies of the Supreme Races. His physical strength, Qi reserves, and soul force stood out as particularly staggering, reaching heights that seemed illogical for his current rank.
“My combat prowess should already be at the peak of the Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank,” Cain murmured, his fingers curling into a tight fist as raw power coursed through his frame. “I feel as though I am merely a hair's breadth away from the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod stage... a threshold I could likely shatter with ease by utilizing my Chaos Arts.”
This epiphany triggered another surge of intense excitement within him. Each inhalation felt weightier and every pulse of his heart more significant, as if the cosmos itself were acknowledging his ascension. However, he did not allow this exhilaration to cloud his judgment for long.
His attention returned to the mysteries that remained unsolved.
In particular, he focused on the cryptic question marks still masking his race and his specific Cultivation path.
“I am neither a Neo-Demon nor a Neo-Angel,” Cain remarked in a measured tone. “It is highly probable that I am the pioneer of a completely new lineage.”
A subtle smile played on his lips.
“That implies the naming rights belong to me.”
A multitude of titles swirled through his thoughts—names evoking destruction, Chaos, sovereignty, and transcendence. Yet, before he could finalize a choice, he detected powerful presences drawing near.
The first to arrive was unmistakable.
A distortion in the fabric of space heralded the Demon King’s appearance. The elder stood before Cain, wearing a broad, sincere grin. His gaze lingered on Cain’s obsidian-scarlet wings, the radiant halo suspended behind him, and the subtle warping of universal laws in his immediate vicinity. The Demon King perceived the change clearly.
Cain’s internal foundation and the external laws of the world were no longer distinct entities; they had fused into a singular, daunting force. After a brief silence, the Demon King’s face grew grave. He pressed his palms together and performed a deep, respectful bow toward Cain.
“You have truly been our savior, young man,” he stated, his voice thick with genuine emotion. “I am profoundly grateful.”
Despite his vast age, lofty status, and peerless power, the Demon King believed this show of respect was both fitting and mandatory. Had the Scarlet King not intervened, the Ancient One would have breached the Eternity Gate—and all would have been extinguished.
Cain acted quickly, moving forward to assist the Demon King back to an upright position.
“I was also fighting for my own sake,” Cain replied evenly. “You owe me no debt.”
For a moment, the two simply locked eyes. Then, Cain’s expression sharpened, his gaze becoming icy and concentrated.
“However,” he added, “I have inquiries that require answers.”
The Demon King let out a soft sigh.
“I take it this concerns Adam?”
Cain gave an immediate nod. The memory remained unsettling—the way the Demon King had addressed the Ancient One using the name of the Godslayer Humankind’s ancestor.
“The truth is... even I am rattled,” the Demon King confessed, his brow furrowing deeply. “His looks were an exact replica of the Adam I remember—down to the finest detail. And the energy radiated by those white plasma wings...”
His eyes grew somber.
“It was reminiscent of the power Adam employed to seal me and assist me in transcending my own nature.”
Cain’s own scowl intensified. He had sensed it as well.
“The energy emanating from those wings did indeed resemble the Power of Chaos,” Cain said slowly, “but it wasn’t an exact match. It felt like a reflection—similar, yet warped.”
The Demon King nodded instantly.
“Precisely. While his form mirrored Adam’s, his conduct, his temperament, and his resolve were entirely different. Adam maintained his composure even when facing total annihilation. That was clearly not a trait shared by the Ancient One.”
He hesitated.
“Furthermore, there is...”
His speech cut off suddenly. His eyes flickered, and Cain could sense a hidden shackle tightening around the Demon King’s soul.
Cain narrowed his eyes in observation.
“It is information you are forbidden from sharing,” he noted. “Something tied to your origins.”
A look of complexity crossed the Demon King’s face. He was unable to confirm or deny the statement. Even if the desire was there, the constraints placed by higher powers from his world of origin barred him—and all Depravitas—from disclosing certain secrets.
Cain let out a slow breath.
“I understand,” he said. “The likelihood of the Ancient One being the real Adam is nearly nonexistent. Nevertheless, his history is clearly irregular. Somehow, he wields the power of the Ancestor of Godslayer Humankind—or at least a portion of it.”
Realizing they would reach no conclusion regarding the Ancient One's true identity, Cain steered the conversation elsewhere.
“What is your next objective?”
The Demon King tilted his head in curiosity.
“Are you not participating?”
Cain shook his head, his eyes burning with a sense of duty and resolve.
“My purpose here was to strengthen my True Name,” he declared firmly. “I have achieved that. Now, I must return to the Nine Empyrean Sun Universe to confront my foes.”
The Demon King pondered this for a moment before replying.
“The Ancient One is likely recovering within his fortress in the Void Beyond the Ninth Realm,” he explained. “But he could return at any time. I must stay here.”
A chilling grin spread across the elder's face.
“Our opening move will be to tear down his military and infrastructure. When he eventually resurfaces, he will find himself without a sanctuary.”
That smile soon turned into one of greed.
“The Ninth Realm is about to be stripped of its riches. If you remain for just a few more weeks, you can secure immense resources—enough to accelerate the evolution of your Divine Kingdom at a staggering rate.”
Cain weighed the suggestion.
“A few extra weeks shouldn't be an issue,” he agreed with a nod.
It was vital that his Divine Kingdom continued its development during his absence. The more powerful it grew, the more significant the boost his True Name would receive upon his return.
Cain’s gaze wandered toward the horizon—and then softened.
Meylin had just arrived.
His smile grew warmer. “This could also be an opportunity,” he whispered, “to share some peaceful time together.”
End of Book 23 - The Path to the Red Sun