The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2404 Time for speed

Cain felt a touch of astonishment upon hearing those words.

Using the core and vast cosmic might from the Ocean of the Blood Sun, he had formed Satan, raising him through the Power of Chaos, the Flow, and his personal Primordial Essence. This exact method explained why Satan stood as such a formidable being—one possessing a real soul, intellect, and the capacity for true advancement and cultivation.

"Wisdom and curiosity must have been part of the deal."

A faint sigh slipped from Cain's lips.

Paradise wasn't his true home, and in contrast to the Crimson World, it offered no ground for building authentic bonds. From his experiences, he knew that once the Blutlinie learned of his origins from another universe, their response would be swift and fierce. They'd either strike to end him on the spot or seek to exploit him as a means to venture into fresh territories for domination.

This made it preferable if Satan resembled the typical drones—beings that simply collected materials and obeyed orders without question.

However, reality differed.

"I formed his soul and mind," Cain pondered steadily. "Erasing his sense of self remains an option if I choose."

Still, he recognized that such an action would drastically diminish Satan's combat prowess and sharply restrict his prospects for development. A being lacking its own drive could never achieve true elevation.

Pausing to weigh his upcoming words and plans, Cain at last addressed him, his tone firm and controlled.

"I serve as your Creator," he stated. "You function as my weapon. I'll enhance your power, and you'll safeguard me."

His words sharpened further, turning icy and intense, with a gravity

that delved straight into the dragon's core.

"A weapon holds no purpose without its maker, and the maker relies on his weapon for survival. We'll unite against all foes in this universe."

A wave of resolve and murderous aura erupted from Satan's soul as he lifted his head and let out a mighty roar.

"Yes, Creator," Satan proclaimed. "United against all!"

His bellow reverberated through the heavens, making the clouds quiver. As his enormous frame submerged into the scarlet depths, his injuries mended swiftly, while his might kept building.

The dragon's reply pleased Cain, yet he refused to let his focus wander.

Following this level of destruction—and particularly the demise of a Royal Blutlinie—the Kalous Kingdom was bound to direct its scrutiny his way.

"The ongoing war holds them back for the moment," Cain mused, "yet as soon as a chance arises, they'll arrive with a much mightier force."

His eyes narrowed with resolve.

"Growth is essential. And it must come quickly."

Cain stretched out his soul, delving into the thoughts of Kameron and the other seized Blutlinie. He extracted their recollections, understandings, and cultivation methods. Though the extraction inflicted severe harm, given their inevitable end, Cain showed no reluctance. He claimed all he could without fully destroying their souls.

Immediately after, the Omen of the Ocean of the Blood Sun sprang into action. Kameron and the surviving Blutlinie's forms were torn apart and compressed, their structures yielding without fight. From the debris, countless threads of life essence, power, and soul energy emerged, alongside gleaming beads of

blood.

These threads flowed straight to the remaining two cocoons, boosting their strength and hastening their progress.

Next, Cain set about cleansing the Ancestor Drops.

All hints of taint, frailty, and flaw were incinerated until nothing but the most refined and potent core lingered. The majority shrank by over ninety-eight percent in this refinement. Remarkably, Kameron's Ancestor Drop preserved almost twenty percent of its initial volume.

This outcome caught Cain off guard.

Simultaneously, it stunned him to grasp that even a Royal Blutlinie's Ancestor Drop contained eighty percent

flaws.

A broad grin spread across Cain's features as he collected the cleansed Ancestor Drops, merging them into one unified whole. What formed was an Ancestor Drop about the size of a grape—vastly bigger than the initial one he'd created.

"Close to eighty percent of this stems from Kameron's drop," Cain observed evenly. "Royal Blutlinie truly operate on an entirely superior plane compared to their peers."

The deeper Cain delved into the concepts of refinement and might in Ancestor Drops, the more driven he grew to hone them to perfection. His end aim stood evident: amassing sufficient power to elevate his Primordial Essence enough to harness the Flow for crossing universes.

Reaching that might demand surpassing the boundaries of the Third Realm.

Cain lacked knowledge on whether such an achievement lay possible. No being of that caliber had ever crossed his path.

"No... that's inaccurate."

A grave expression filled Cain's gaze as memories surfaced of the crimson eyes that had invaded his soul during his fleeting glimpse into the Tenth Empyrean

World.

"That individual," Cain reflected, "surpasses the Demon King, the Masked Race's Leader, and the Ancient One by far!"

Awareness of this route's existence offered some reassurance—but

it also heightened Cain's pressing need for haste. Those eyes marked his greatest adversary, the figure he suspected ruled the Tenth Empyrean World.

Wasting no further moments, Cain directed the fresh Ancestor Drop into the fourth cocoon submerged in the Ocean of the Blood Sun, blending it with the one he'd cultivated over months.

"RUMBLE!"

Upon the fusion of the two Ancestor Drops, the cocoon shook with intense force. Enormous surges of vital energy and power rushed

in, overwhelming its depths.

"Yes!" Cain shouted.

This development matched precisely what he'd hoped for.

The shaking didn't signal the body's completion—not by a long shot. Instead, it indicated the Ancestor Drop had amassed enough strength

to start shaping a form around it.

A form emerging naturally from an Ancestor Drop outclassed one developed in tandem. That's why Cain had prioritized empowering the drop alone, avoiding any meddling with the cocoon before.

With the form now taking shape, Cain could proceed to modify it without risk.

He avoided haste, opting to examine the emerging structure with careful scrutiny and accuracy.

"My form in the Crimson World emphasized raw power," Cain contemplated. "The one in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe stressed

endurance..."

A hush fell after that realization. Then, a rush of eagerness and exhilaration swelled inside him.

"Now, it's time for velocity."