The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2367 Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Tribulation Enhancer

"If I reinforce my defenses with my own energy, the Light of the Flow, and the power of Resurreccion, I should become even more durable than a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Treasure."

Cain's excitement intensified as the realization took hold. The path of his Primordial Body had always been centered on physical endurance. From the moment he embarked on this journey, he understood it would be a slow, brutal, and unforgiving road—yet now, following endless battles and refinements, he was nearing the ultimate limits of the universe.

Should the Scarlet King manage to take another step forward, his body's Indestructibility might even exceed the boundaries of the Third Realm!

Nevertheless, Cain refused to let his confidence transform into arrogance.

While it was an undeniable fact that his defenses had reached a monstrous level, Robuke’s axes still possessed enough power to cut through his flesh. That reality alone proved there was still room for improvement—room he could not afford to overlook.

Fortunately, a way forward still remained for the Scarlet King.

Inhaling deeply, Cain settled his racing thoughts and restored his heart to a state of perfect balance. With a casual wave of his hand, a sphere radiating forty-three distinct colors appeared before him.

Over the last two years, Cain had been training his Tribulation Enhancement abilities without rest. By now, he could create Early Alpha-Omega Overgod-tier flames with a hundred-percent success rate. Although Refinement was a significantly more delicate process, his success rate in that area was also remarkably high and grew better with every new attempt.

Cain was now aiming for a flame of forty-four colors.

Such an achievement would represent a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Tribulation Enhancement, a qualitative breakthrough that would push his potential and talent to terrifying new heights. A flame of that caliber would immensely boost his already overwhelming potential in both the Essence Evolution Path and the Astral Rebirth Path.

Furthermore, it might provide the necessary push for his soul force to break into the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank!

Once he was certain his mind and soul were honed to their absolute peak, Cain set to work.

Vast torrents of energy flooded into the sphere. With his command over World Strength and the infinite spiritual energy provided by the Scarlet Throne, he had no concerns regarding fuel. For eighteen straight hours, Cain remained motionless, refining and compressing the flame.

Suddenly, the sphere began to tremble.

Without a moment's hesitation, Cain guided the volatile flame into his stomach. It exploded instantly, releasing the force of an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod-level spell. His frame shuddered briefly as smoke curled from the corner of his mouth—yet he suffered no real injury.

Power of that level was no longer capable of harming him.

After a one-hour rest, Cain summoned a new flame and resumed his task.

Days passed in this repetitive cycle. The flames became stronger, denser, and more unstable, each one being consumed by Cain before it could threaten the floating city. His progress was steady, relentless, and driven by an uncompromising will.

Finally, on the ninth day, the throne room was bathed in a radiant glow.

A forty-four-colored flame hovered in front of Cain, majestic and awe-inspiring, as if it held the very essence of life and creation. Cain gave a small nod, a flicker of pride appearing in his eyes—but he did not allow himself to become complacent.

After sealing the flame within an orb of his Ego Wave, he took a short break. Forging a single Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod flame did not truly make him a Middle-tier Tribulation Enhancer. He required extensive practice before he could attempt refinement, lest he risk blowing himself apart. Unfortunately, before he could return to his training, a message arrived.

"My Lord, we have reached the required amount."

Any frustration at the interruption vanished the moment Cain heard Minxet’s voice.

"Bring them to me," Cain ordered immediately.

He then shifted his focus to the void, where Anark was currently deep in meditation.

"Come."

The summons reached the True Primordial of the Void, who opened his eyes at once, a glint of anticipation in his gaze. In the following instant, Anark plunged into the Everstrife Empyrean World. Minxet arrived less than a second later, fully prepared. He presented several silver boxes to Cain, gave a respectful bow, and stepped back. Cain looked at the boxes with a knowing smile just as Anark arrived.

The two Primordials exchanged a nod before they teleported straight into the Samsara Arsenal Module.

Without wasting any time, they entered the Samsara Sacrificial Grounds and stood before the blazing Samsara Flame.

"Here."

With a flick of his wrist, Cain tossed the silver boxes to Anark, followed by several black boxes.

The True Primordial of the Void nodded with a solemn expression. Taking a deep breath, he crushed the black boxes, releasing millions of wicked and evil cultivators—the ones surrendered by Markin and Kaizer from their respective Empyrean Worlds.

Anark’s eyes showed no mercy.

Purple flames erupted, consuming the cultivators entirely. Their screams were short-lived, silenced by the karmic fire. Once they were gone, Anark broke open the silver boxes.

Inside were the countless wicked and corrupted treasures the Scarlet Kingdom had amassed over the past few years.

Cain had waited patiently for the quantity to be sufficient. Only now could they produce enough Merit to evolve Anark’s Samsara Seal into a Samsara Runic Seal.

Neither Primordial spoke as massive torrents of Fortune ascended into the air, thick and brilliant. The energy intensified until it completely filled the sacrificial grounds. Thirty percent of it condensed into a glowing golden orb, while the remainder shifted into raw Merit.

Both men began to smile.

This was finally enough.

However, Anark's smile disappeared almost instantly.

All the Merit flooded into his Samsara Seal at once. In the next moment, it felt as though countless wires made of molten lava were spreading through his flesh, blood, mind, and soul. The agony was absolute, unrelenting, and all-consuming.

Cain only offered a faint smile.

He remembered the intense pain his own Samsara Runic Set had caused him during its awakening.

As Anark endured the trial, Cain slowly looked up toward the ceiling—toward the golden orb of condensed Fortune hovering above.