The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2363 A Lord of the Tenth Empyrean World has arrived

"We should kill them—and everyone aligned with them."

Anark’s focus sharpened as he locked onto the dissipating signatures of the portals. Although direct crossing was impossible, he could commit their unique auras to memory, tracking them through the great void to find their Empyrean Worlds. Once located, he could tear through their Empyrean Walls and reach them.

With the unrestricted might of the Scarlet Kingdom at their disposal, they could then slaughter every living soul within those realms.

The True Primordial of the Void had no intention of taking risks where the Tenth Empyrean World was concerned.

Though many memories from his life before reincarnation remained clouded, they were returning to him piece by piece. With those fragments came a burning, relentless hatred for the Tenth Empyrean World that intensified with every passing second. However, to Anark’s frustration, Cain shook his head.

"We will not do that," Cain stated calmly. "We will let them be."

Anark’s expression soured instantly, his gaze turning frigid.

"But they—"

He cut himself off.

Cain’s brilliant scarlet eyes fixed upon him. For a fleeting moment, Anark felt as though he were staring into a bottomless pit of fury and annihilation—a vast ocean of destruction capable of drowning even an immortal soul.

"I trust you with my life, brother," Cain spoke softly. "But this isn't just about our lives. We are dealing with the fate of entire worlds. Trillions of beings have placed their faith in me."

His tone grew stern.

"Our friends. Our families. Every one of them relies on us. A single error could result in the end of everything."

Anark frowned, his internal struggle visible. Finally, he let out a sigh and gave a nod of agreement.

Cain’s expression softened, and a small smile played on his lips. He recognized Anark’s bloodlust—he felt the same urge himself. A part of him wanted them dead just as badly. However, the reality of their situation was far more intricate.

"Even if we execute them," Cain added, "it won't stop the Tenth Empyrean World. Even worse, they would realize we are onto them."

He took a slow breath.

"As for devouring their memories, it failed with Azazel. I have no reason to think it would work on those two either."

Cain sighed once more, the massive weight of the universe pressing down as his mind raced through countless variables.

"Furthermore, while we could likely win a war, they possess far more power than Cerberus and the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World. Since they would be defending their own territory, the conflict could easily devolve into a war of attrition."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"We can't afford to split our strength across two different fronts. Not now. Especially not while beings like Robuke are active."

Anark nodded slowly as the logic took hold. If the Tenth Empyrean World were their sole concern, it would be simple—but it wasn't. They had already suffered the loss of one Empyrean World and could not risk losing another.

"So what is the plan?" Anark inquired.

A cold, tactical smile spread across Cain’s face.

"We use them."

Anark’s eyes sparked with curiosity as Cain elaborated.

"Once we have secured the wicked cultivators and the treasures from their realms, I will ensure that Markin, Kaizer, and their entire inner circles bear the brunt of the coming incursions!"

His grin grew sharper.

"We will use them to fight the Root, weakening them in the process. Simultaneously, we will harvest information."

Cain’s gaze drifted toward the distance.

"They won't give up anything vital directly. But through rumors, overheard talk, minor troop movements, and the conduct of their people... I can collect every detail. It will be enough to reconstruct what the Tenth Empyrean World is plotting."

Anark’s eyes shimmered, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I still want their heads," he confessed. "But your strategy is superior. We must remain vigilant, though. Granting them too much freedom could put us in a precarious spot."

Cain nodded in acknowledgment.

"It is a gamble," he admitted. "If we succeed, we will bleed their Empyrean Worlds dry while uncovering the enemy's strategy. If we fail..."

His eyes grew dark.

"We risk letting the wolves straight into our homes."

Cain adjusted his posture.

"That is why caution is paramount. We cannot let our cover blow. As far as they are concerned, we are merely giving them a chance to prove their worth."

He looked Anark dead in the eye.

"Only the two of us will know the truth."

Anark nodded instantly. This wasn't about a lack of trust—secrets were simply safer when held by as few people as possible. Even a brief moment of doubt or an emotional slip could signal to the enemy that they were being observed.

With their course of action decided, the pair began their return to the Everstreif Empyrean World. Their recent clash with the Root had been short, yet they had encountered terrifying foes and taken heavy damage. As they approached the gateway, a small smile touched Cain’s face.

"Who knows," he remarked casually. "Perhaps I am just being paranoid and things will work out fine."

Anark looked at the Scarlet King and returned a thin smile.

"If only we were that lucky."

With those words, they exited the Golden Hall, carrying the weight of billions of lives on their shoulders.

Within the Eternitysoul Empyrean World, at the center of the Endless Dream Kingdom, stood a colossal palace.

Forged from radiant, living crystal, the structure shimmered with a gentle spiritual glow that mirrored the very laws of the world. This sanctuary was restricted to the absolute elite of the Empyrean World.

Deep inside the most protected vault stood Markin. The Alpha-Omega Overgod Godslayer Human looked on with a grim face at the crystal cocoon before him. Creating this vessel had required vast amounts of time and even more precious resources—and it was never intended for his own use.

Inside the cocoon rested the form of an elderly man.

As Markin watched, the old man’s eyes flickered open. They radiated a terrifying power that caused Markin’s body to shake instinctively.

The old man paid Markin no mind. Instead, he smiled gently as he felt the resonance of the world’s laws and rules surrounding him.

"I am finally back home."