The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2366 The final level of the Doomsday Art!

The Immortal Knight of the Tenth Empyrean World maintained the utmost vigilance.

He kept his aura tightly suppressed within his frame, condensing it so perfectly that not a single trace of his presence leaked into the environment. Even the natural laws of the universe failed to detect him, flowing around his form as though he were nothing more than a vacuum in space.

"Reaching this location without being discovered required a staggering amount of effort," Sozing whispered to himself. "I cannot permit a single blunder at this stage."

Moving with extreme care, he crossed a narrow stretch of desolate wasteland before nearing the fringes of a settlement. Infiltration was the primary phase of his strategy, and a town served as the ideal starting point.

At least, that had been his assumption.

The moment he extended his consciousness, a deep furrow formed on his elderly brow.

"Why is the monitoring so pervasive?" he questioned. "Have I accidentally stumbled upon a restricted zone?"

Sozing meticulously probed both the surface and the subterranean layers, even stretching his perception into hidden dimensions and pocket spaces. Despite his scrutiny, he discovered nothing out of the ordinary—no secret realms, concealed bastions, or hidden formations.

This only served to heighten his bewilderment.

Though the town appeared mundane, it was enveloped in a web of surveillance so intricate that an ArchDeity would struggle to pass through undetected. Every inhabitant bore an invisible mark that was fused perfectly with their soul. Sozing was certain that the disappearance of even a single person would send alarm bells ringing throughout the entire territory.

His knowledge regarding the Everstrife Empyrean World had ceased following the downfall of Azazel. While Markin had done a respectable job collecting data on the Scarlet King and his inner circle, he had failed to obtain any significant intelligence regarding the inner workings of the Scarlet Kingdom itself.

"If every population center is under this level of scrutiny," Sozing mused darkly, "then my mission becomes significantly more difficult."

With such massive surveillance in place, it would be impossible for an unknown ArchDeity—or even a Prima Deity—to simply appear and approach Cain without triggering immediate alarms. This meant Sozing had no choice but to start his ascent from the very bottom.

Fortunately, not every inch of the world was under watch.

His gaze sharpened as he watched groups of cultivators departing the town. Once they crossed the city limits, the density of the surveillance thinned before vanishing entirely. The Immortal Knight drifted silently toward the surrounding wilderness and cultivation zones, regions that were purposefully left unmonitored.

In these places, the ruthless reality of the path of Cultivation was laid bare.

Violent struggles for survival were the norm, where only those possessing sufficient killing intent, flexibility, and cold-bloodedness could endure. It was this brutal environment that tempered warriors capable of resisting the horrors of the World of the Root.

It didn't take long for Sozing to identify a suitable vessel.

A man with short, snowy hair stood over a pool of blood, looking down with a frozen expression at the dead couple at his feet.

"The price of provoking the wrong person," the man remarked tonelessly.

Before he could take another step, his eyes bulged in shock.

A hand had clamped firmly onto the nape of his neck.

In that heartbeat, he lost all command over his physical form. Not a single muscle would obey his will. He was unable to cry out, fight back, or even shut his eyes. "A solitary individual with no attachments," a tranquil voice noted. "Excellent. You are the perfect choice."

Those were the final words the man heard before an irresistible force flooded into his very being.

He did not perish.

However, he no longer held the reins of his existence.

While his mind, soul, and ego remained intact, they were shoved into a corner, relegated to the role of a mere observer. He could not move, speak, or even formulate a thought of rebellion. He was a prisoner within his own skin.

The man's eyes began to shimmer.

They no longer reflected his own spirit.

Sozing tested his new hands by clenching his fists, nodding in satisfaction. He then turned his gaze toward the horizon, looking across thousands of kilometers toward the colossal, floating scarlet capital at the heart of the Empyrean World.

"The innate talent is adequate," he calculated. "A sudden spike in power won't cause suspicion, but I still require a plausible excuse."

He delved through his vast memories until his attention settled on the distant sea.

"That artifact from the First Era shouldn't have been found yet," Sozing determined. "I will use it as the catalyst to justify my rapid growth and move closer to the Scarlet Crown."

He understood that the road ahead would be neither quick nor easy.

Yet, he felt no trepidation.

He had survived cataclysms far more terrifying than the nightmares of the World of the Root.

"I cannot afford to be impatient," he admitted softly. "Rushing will only expose my identity. But I can live with that."

A faint, almost wistful smile touched the Immortal Knight's lips as he surveyed his surroundings.

"This provides me a chance to visit my former home... one last time." With that thought, he turned toward the ocean and took flight.

Cain had maintained his defenses at their peak ever since he discovered the true motives of Markin and Kaizer.

He had bolstered the monitoring systems across the Everstrife Empyrean World and its satellites, merging the calculation power of his [A.I. Module] with the all-seeing perception of the Power of Chaos. Every energy ripple, every minor disturbance, and every anomaly was under constant observation.

However, his adversary was the mentor to the sovereign of the Tenth Empyrean World.

Even with Cain's god-like perception, he could detect nothing out of place.

As far as the Scarlet King was aware, no intruders had breached his domain.

In that moment, Cain was inside his throne room, his focus entirely on the agonizing process of breaking down and rebuilding his physique according to the Doomsday Art. His flesh was being shattered and reconstructed, saturated with the massive reserves of life force and vitality he had plundered during his latest foray into the World of the Root.

Suddenly, his frame convulsed.

A wide grin split Cain's face as a titanic shockwave of raw power and life energy exploded from his body, causing the entire throne room to tremble under the pressure.

"Yes!" Cain shouted. "At last—I have mastered the final stage of the Doomsday Art!"

The sensation was unmistakable.

His physical body alone now possessed the resilience of the most powerful Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Treasures. Power throbbed through his veins—refined, absolute, and exceptionally stable.

A spark of pure triumph flickered in his scarlet eyes.

Once again, his strength had reached a new height.