The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2392 The death of the Scarlet King (V)

"There has to be a way... some method to escape this trap..."

As Cain's gaze blazed with intensity, he poured all his efforts into hunting for an exit, yet nothing surfaced. The most agonizing aspect was how each passing instant without breaking free from this trial only amplified his dire straits manifold.

With every tick without resolution, he aged further, his life force draining away at a terrifying pace.

At last, on the seventh day, the Scarlet King tumbled to the floor, his limbs unable to support his frame any longer.

The ravages of time had started eroding his bodily prowess and vitality. His power ebbed swiftly, rendering any trek across the World Forge amid the Universe Will's savage onslaught utterly unattainable.

"I... lost."

Trembling, Cain's words escaped as void engulfed his mind. All routes, notions, and frantic options were engulfed by a crushing shadow poised to swallow him entirely.

"BOY!"

Right when all appeared doomed and despair had fully fractured, the System Spirit's call resounded in his head, hitting him with such impact that it snapped him back to awareness.

Apex sensed the stares seeping through the fissures in the enormous door at his back, their weight choking, signaling he must not meddle.

The message was unmistakable. Should Cain fail to uncover the solution independently, his end must come in solitude.

Yet the System Spirit's stare held steady while he uttered.

"Your body might be trapped here," Apex stated evenly, "but your Primordial Essence-the essence at your soul's heart-can depart."

Cain's breathing hitched.

"It can exit this spot," Apex went on, "and along the way, purge every curse and imprint."

Shock flared in Cain's eyes. He'd hunted frantically for escape, but this... exceeded mere getaway. It offered not just endurance, but also cleansing.

"How?" Cain questioned, his tone quivering while he clung to the lifeline for survival. For comeback. For not forsaking kin and allies to doom.

The sharp scrutiny from beyond the door grew fiercer, bearing down with muted rage, yet Apex displayed no waver.

"The Flow," Apex declared. "Blend your Primordial Essence into it. Unite with the stream linking every element across the cosmos."

"BOOOOOM!"

The door shuddered fiercely from a mighty strike on the far side, the chains of purple flames and white and black lightning clanking as though ready to break. Even so, Apex stood resolute.

"I detect you've touched it before," he pressed on. "I realize it seems like self-destruction-and frankly, odds favor you not. Survival demands those of the Fourth Realm alone."

Apex hesitated briefly.

"Yet you'll need to defy that norm."

Each phrase seared deep into Cain's consciousness.

His fingers quivered as recollections rose-of the Eighth Ring within the Scarlet King's Sacred Dimension, of that boundless torrent that had fully devoured him once, dissolving his being till nothing

lingered. Back then, only the Mark of the Red King had saved him, and now it was absent.

Despite his self having climbed to the pinnacle of the Third Realm, just pondering that return stirred terror in him.

It resembled certain death.

The Scarlet King fixed his sight on the overhead for moments.

Then laughter burst from him.

A broad, defiant grin stretched over his weathered features.

"Staying idle means my death," he grumbled. "So... damn it all."

Cain hauled his aged form erect and settled into a meditation

stance, gradually shutting his lids. The required wisdom, perception, and grasp for the ritual were etched into his True

Name. He understood precisely the starting point.

Enduring through it, though, stood as a separate issue altogether.

A shroud of night cloaked the void of stars in the city.

Next, faint rivulets of golden radiance started to appear.

Initially, just a handful. Then others joined. And yet more.

Before long, the whole metropolis gleamed akin to a brilliant starfield while innumerable golden flows gathered around the elder at its heart. The glow didn't just encircle Cain-it permeated him, fusing with his core

being.

The rivulets lifted skyward.

Cain's corporeal shell stayed put as a human-like silhouette, shaped

from the most refined and profound core of the Scarlet King, arose from inside. His Primordial Essence soared, borne aloft by the Flow's

own might.

Cain's gaze expanded as he beheld his authentic shape ascending.

His core linked to a domain free of terror, free of anxiety,

free of fear. A space tying all together-where each entity across the universe formed part of an immense, perpetual rhythm.

Such unity eclipsed even the Power of

Chaos!

Yet prior to grasping the immense scope of that

power, he and the aureate shine faded from the shadowed metropolis, shifting to a realm outside the material world's bounds.

Left in place was an aged shell.

Lacking awareness and identity, it retained horrifying might. Its pulse kept a firm rhythm. Instead of decaying,

it started to renew.

With the piece of Cain bearing the hexes and death seals removed, the form could at last mend without hindrance.

In the soul realm's depths, Apex permitted a faint grin while

observing the form mend. Cain required a container for his return,

after all.

But concern swiftly overtook that grin.

Uniting with the Flow would truly strip all hexes and seals from Cain's spirit-and render him mightier prior. Yet the ordeal posed inconceivable peril. Even a heavenly genius with unyielding resolve like Cain might fall inside.

"Aah... good luck, boy," Apex murmured gently.

Thereupon, he shut his eyes and lingered, disregarding the enraged stare boring through the door's gaps behind-eyes brimming with ire over his rebellion.