The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2396 Choosing a new body

Following an extended pause, the Scarlet King let out a heavy sigh.

The surroundings here were utterly bizarre, brimming with endless enigmas that ignited his intrigue, though he understood that his present state prevented him from unraveling a single one.

Even more crucially, delving into such riddles wasn't his main focus. Getting back to his loved ones and companions held far greater importance.

"I must completely master syncing with The Flow," Cain pondered, "and seize command of my motion."

Emptying his thoughts of all distractions save for the perpetual surge enveloping him, the Scarlet King pressed on with his routine.

Day by day, Cain's grasp sharpened. He uncovered further insights into The Flow's essence, honing his command and building his might along the way. The Flow's force didn't just purify his Primordial Essence—it amplified it.

When this odyssey began, his Primordial Essence stood merely a handful of meters high, dim and unsteady. Yet after over two months, it had expanded to tower like a massive structure. Lacking his corporeal form, sense of self, or the leftover fragments of his soul, the aura emanating from his shape had hit the peak of the Arch-Deity Rank.

Naturally, such expansion had its limits.

This progress tied straight to Cain's insight and command over The Flow. The deeper his alignment grew, the more potent he became—yet when his understanding hit a wall, his advancement halted too.

At last, on the opening day of the sixth month, Cain's gaze ignited with brilliance.

A shiver coursed through his figure as he halted his drift amid the torrent. For the initial instance since plunging into The Flow, he held utterly motionless while the boundless rush swept by. Gradually, a

broad grin stretched over his features.

He advanced.

Cain navigated the torrent, his Primordial Essence slicing through it like a fish in a stream. Battling upstream proved tougher, yet not draining. Crucially, he could pause at will. "I've done it!"

Cain balled his hands in victory. He had triumphed.

Now, he merged seamlessly with the eternal torrent linking everything, safeguarding his thoughts, recollections, and yearnings against its crushing force.

Resolve and resolve blazed in his stare as he started propelling forward with intent.

His goal stood evident.

The Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

Locating the descending rush that had dragged him here came effortlessly. Cain trailed it until the known tug returned. Yet the instant he tried ascending against it, his eyes bulged.

"I... can't."

Navigating counter to the current was one challenge. Ascending via it was a whole other ordeal.

"No! I have to go back!"

Cain bellowed inwardly and thrust upward with every ounce of his strength. His Primordial Essence ascended briefly—then got forcefully shoved downward.

It resembled demanding a fish scale a waterfall.

The Scarlet King attempted repeatedly, but outcomes stayed unchanged. His Primordial Essence simply lacked the might to harness The Flow for inter-universal travel.

"I'm trapped in this realm."

Fury and exasperation warped Cain's visage. The sole purpose of blending with The Flow had been to mend himself and rejoin those dear to him. He had purified his core—yet now he languished in an alien universe, cut off from kin or comrades.

As far as Cain could tell, the Tenth Empyrean World might persist in its schemes. Additional Curse Eaters could have stormed the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, wreaking havoc without him.

Such notions clouded his judgment.

Still, Cain's psyche and outlook had surged vastly amid his voyage through the linking torrent of existence. Mere minutes passed before he steadied himself and ceased striving to climb The Flow.

"I don't have the power yet," he conceded. "So I'll acquire it." Fresh resolve sparked inside as he geared up for the next phase.

Cain inspected his Primordial Essence and soon saw it had ceased expanding. The Flow had infused him to its fullest. To grow further, he'd have to advance independently.

A grave gleam entered his eyes as he pondered his traversed path.

"Step one: immerse in The Flow," Cain mused. "Step two: achieve equilibrium—integrate while holding onto my unique self. The ultimate step... is shattering loose and reentering the material world."

And for that, the essence lay in intent.

To escape The Flow, one required a profound anchor inside—a craving so fierce it could rip them from the perpetual torrent weaving all existence.

Luckily, Cain possessed exactly that.

"Prior to starting," he whispered, "I require a fitting container."

A perilous glint danced in his gaze. Persisting solely as Primordial Essence carried too much peril. He craved a form—something to house his being, enable exploration, cultivation, and escalation

in strength.

His mind drifted to the inhabitants he'd glimpsed in the metropolis.

Claiming a body at the Arch-Deity Rank was feasible, but their aptitude and promise fell short. Worse, such a shell would constrain his Primordial Essence instead of bolstering it. The entities at the city's heart differed. Their promise soared higher—but their power matched it. Taking them over would prove arduous, with fierce opposition assured.

Even upon success, their scarcity meant that if they detected a foreign force abruptly dominating one of theirs,

they might seek to eliminate Cain.

Ultimately, Cain dismissed the notion.

They fell short of merit.

He envisioned something superior.

After hours of journeying, a grin gradually curved his lips.

Below lay an expanse—an ocean immense past comprehension. Its expanse alone spanned almost a tenth of an Empyrean World.

And each droplet consisted of blood.

Myriad colossal and grand beings lurked within this

ocean, yet Cain ignored them.

"My fresh form... shall be the ocean itself."