The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2401 The Supreme Race of Paradise

Omens resembled Oniric Truths because they both manifested the might of Concepts and Laws simultaneously. Still, they excelled in a vital way: Omens had the ability to evolve.

When someone comprehended and dominated an Omen, it integrated into their being—a piece of the soul itself—similar to how Oniric Truths merged into a True Name.

But in contrast to Oniric Truths, Omens remained unfixed. They possessed the potential for expansion, alteration, and even advancement in suitable

conditions.

Rather than acquiring numerous Omens, mastering just one sufficed. As further Omens were grasped, they got absorbed by the initial one, serving as fuel for its advancement. "Everything in this place seems to want to consume others to grow." Cain felt disturbed once again by the predatory and savage essence of Paradise. Even its cosmic principles exhibited cannibalism, compelling progress via assimilation and ruin.

Employing the Omen of the Blood Sun, Cain started engaging with the captured Blutlinie corpses. He launched a precise procedure of densification. All atoms from their forms, energies, and souls underwent disassembly and purification. No element went unused.

Slowly, Cain delved into their cores, locating a luminous blood droplet. Upon concentration, that lone droplet appeared to harbor a complete realm inside.

"The Ancestor Drop."

This served as the key element shaping a Blutlinie's aptitude and prospects, along with the foundation of their Path of Power.

Cain pressed on with the densification and squeezing until numerous Ancestor Drops hovered inside him, encircled by flows

of blood, vitality, and soul force. He might have readily utilized those drops to craft his own and spawn a fresh body right away—but such an action would prove a serious error.

His thoughts grew keen as he rerouted the flows of blood, vitality, and soul force to the three pods positioned at the center of his vast body like an ocean. It was only then that he assembled every Ancestor Drop.

By calling upon the Power of Chaos and The Flow, Cain thoroughly triggered the Omen of the Blood Sun. A crimson blaze flared around the drops, devouring them entirely.

The Ancestor Drops started quivering right away.

Parts of them vaporized, turned to void. Cain purified them, eliminating all contaminants and retaining solely their purest, most vital core. Certain drops diminished so severely they ended up tinier than a blood cell. Even ones from Arch-Deities contracted to almost oblivion.

After all contaminants burned off and the drops united into one, the result was incredibly minuscule—so minute it could slip through a needle's eye effortlessly.

"It will take an enormous amount of time and countless sacrifices," Cain pondered, "but foundation is everything—especially for a Blutlinie."

Resolve sparked in Cain's gaze as he directed the cleansed Ancestor Drop into the fourth pod at the base of the Blood Ocean. As soon as it embedded there, Cain poured immense quantities of life force and energy into it, fostering it without pause.

"At this rate," Cain estimated, "it will take a thousand years before it is completed."

Naturally, Cain planned no such prolonged wait.

He trusted that additional troops from the Kalous Kingdom would arrive. Every one would bear an Ancestor Drop in their forms

—assets the Scarlet King could employ to bolster the one developing in his expanding body.

Cain refused to linger idly.

He kept directing his oceanic beast to ravage nearby territories, swallowing all living beings it encountered and hauling them to the Ocean of the Blood Sun. In that place, Cain applied the Omen to compact them into flows of blood, vitality, and soul force, channeling those powers to the three pods.

Three months elapsed peacefully.

Right when Cain wondered if the Kalous Kingdom's Blutlinie had overlooked him, he detected a huge force advancing on the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Over three hundred comprised the group. The majority ranked as Peak Prima Deities, though scores had attained Arch-Deity status.

However, the leader truly made Cain's chest constrict.

The individual traveled with Amaro. His pale locks and third crimson eye identified him—this was a Royal Blutlinie, whose lineage's clarity let him regain traits of the race's Ancestor.

Royal Blutlinie ranked as a Supreme Race, on par with Primordials or Neo-Demons!

Killing intent overflowed in the man's stare as he stretched out his arm. A bone blade materialized straight from his hand.

Upon reaching over the Blood Ocean, no utterances came, no bids for talks. His power burst forth as he struck without delay.

Cain had perceived the murderous aura and countered instantly. Scores of colossal blood limbs, infused with the Power of Chaos and The Flow, rushed at the Royal Blutlinie.

Such an assault would have obliterated Amaro.

But the Ancestor Eye on the Royal Blutlinie's brow shone as he

wielded his blade. A surge of chilling power burst out, trapping each blood limb in frost. Moments later, they fragmented

into myriad icy shards.

Solemnity etched Cain's face.

The Ancestor Drop influenced not just cultivation routes, aptitude, and promise—it also bestowed a special ability that enabled its possessor to surpass levels in combat.

Amaro commanded flames.

This Royal Blutlinie commanded ice.

And that ice power proved vastly more potent and perilous.

Offering Cain no chance to regroup, the Royal Blutlinie cleaved his sword once more. Yet another rush of ice power slammed into the Blood Sun Ocean's surface, solidifying a huge section before it splintered into frozen bits.

A stab of agony ripped through Cain's soul.

That one blow had claimed a substantial chunk of him.

Without swift response, dire peril awaited.

But as the torment swelled, the concern in Cain's eyes gradually dissolved. His attention turned inside, to the pods.

"Just in time."