The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2432 Cain's Ancestor Power

A blaze of white fire kindled inside the pupil of Cain's Ancestor Eye.

At that very moment, the blaze erupted from his form, shooting upward and creating a massive column of pale flames that stabbed into the loftiest heavens. It ascended without end, seemingly intent on scorching beyond the boundaries of the Dark Blood Realm itself.

The immense energy held inside was so tremendous that the two kings

instinctively jumped back, terrified of getting ensnared in its range and turned to ash.

However, the white flames did not scorch.

They consumed nothing at all.

Their impact proved infinitely more dreadful.

These flames vibrated in harmony with time—yet they refused to yield to it. They operated on laws transcending time entirely, warping cause and effect, halting movement, and shattering the inherent balance. The essence of the Dark Blood Realm quivered as this might burst forth, as though the realm acknowledged the rise of an utterly cataclysmic presence.

This went beyond simple might.

This embodied dominion.

Gradually, the enormous column diminished. The white flames pulled inward, returning to Cain's form and embedding themselves in his muscles, skeleton, veins, and spirit. Once complete, Cain hovered serenely in the heavens, his silhouette exuding a silent, oppressive supremacy.

A broad grin of sheer delight stretched over his features.

"So this is the power one gains after forging a Flawless Ancestor Drop," Cain whispered, his tone laced with clear thrill. "Not even my Zero-State Force—the combined authority of Entropy and Nihility—can compare to this."

His hands balled into fists, driven not by anger, but by ecstasy.

Suddenly, he disappeared.

Cain materialized right in front of the two kings faster than an eye could twitch.

Right away, Lortar sensed a wave of terror and alarm detonating in his core. His gut instincts howled at him with unmatched ferocity.

That white blaze meant doom.

No.

It surpassed doom entirely.

The shadowy eye set in Eonar's brow also sensed the peril, yet the being inside the Blade of the End of Times recognized only ruin. It compelled Eonar's form to charge ahead anyway, lunging at Cain with lethal fury.

Cain evaded with ease.

With that same gesture, he positioned himself straight in front of Lortar.

"His speed... it rose again!" Lortar's thoughts shrieked in terror.

Yet that wasn't accurate.

Cain's velocity hadn't risen.

As soon as the white flames emerged, the stasis barrier around Cain had intensified dramatically—so

formidable that even the time shroud crafted by the Blade of the End of Times could scarcely withstand its weight.

The peril of obliteration crushed Lortar's fighting resolve.

Terror morphed into despair while murderous aura exploded from within him. With a bellow, he lashed out his halberd toward Cain using every ounce of strength he possessed, fires ripping across the atmosphere.

He wasn't aiming for triumph.

He just hoped Cain would pull back.

To gain some space.

To flee.

Regrettably for the Kalous King, Cain chose not to evade.

He lifted his limb and employed it to halt the halberd's edge.

The jolt almost halted Lortar's pulse.

The armament couldn't slice into Cain's skin.

"It boosted his resilience too!?" That insight raced through

Lortar's thoughts—

And it marked his final clear notion.

Cain's punch thrust ahead, crashing against Lortar's torso.

White flames burst from the collision site, exploding outward through

the Kalous King's rear like ghostly inferno. The impact hurled Lortar airborne—

yet not as a shooting star.

His motion dragged on unbearably.

As though the entire realm had sunk into thick syrup.

"What... is happening!?" Alarm seized his psyche.

His mind processed at regular pace. His perception stayed whole.

Yet his form crawled in delayed action.

Agony that ought to have flickered for an instant elongated into perpetual suffering, every pulse lingering like ages.

And then—

A savage boot struck his skull.

White flames exploded anew.

On this occasion, Lortar stayed utterly still.

His frame locked in the air.

His gaze stayed wide. His mind persisted. Torment overwhelmed

his perceptions—but his tissues, fluids, vitality, and even his soul essence lay

totally locked down.

Stilled.

Incapacitated.

"What... is this terrible force...?" His voiceless cry faded into

void.

Cain pivoted from him.

At once, his left palm darted aside, catching the Blade of the End of Times mere instants before it struck his throat.

The shadowy eye on Eonar's brow quaked fiercely as it fixed on Cain's exposed hand clasping the blade—unscathed, untouched.

Cain's stare turned to the shadowy eye.

For the initial occasion since its forging, the spirit trapped in the Blade of

the End of Times experienced an entirely foreign sensation.

Terror.

It tried to withdraw, to escape Cain's hold—but his clasp clamped like iron.

Next, Cain's digits flickered.

They hit Eonar thirty instances in the span of a heartbeat, pressing

exact spots over his frame.

Initially, the blows appeared innocuous.

Then— All those spots ignited at once.

The junctions of vital energy and soul energy inverted their

usual flow, slamming together with savage force. Inward blasts ravaged Eonar's form, on the verge of pulverizing it into

oblivion.

But prior to the havoc unfolding fully, white flames radiated

from those spots.

All halted.

Each fragment of Eonar's being—form, fluids, vitality, spirit—became

sealed in total stasis.

The influence reached beyond.

The spirit inside the Blade of the End of Times got stilled too,

left wholly unable to fight back.

The field of combat grew hushed.

The Royal Guards never averted their eyes even once. Wonder and

devotion swelled in their cores as they gazed upward.

The Scarlet King remained solitary, serene and glowing, as the leaders of

two among the five mighty kingdoms of the Dark Blood Realm dangled frozen next to him like soulless effigies.

The clash had previously raged savagely. Though injured, the kings battled with savage vigor—particularly once the Blade of the End of Times took over

Eonar.

However, the instant Cain unleashed his Ancestor Power...

All concluded.

Cain drew in a profound inhalation. The white blaze in his Ancestor Eye dimmed,

erasing entirely.

Afterward, he grasped both kings and plunged toward the Ocean of the Blood

Sun.

The moment he immersed, his physique eased.

And within the following instant, a profound gash split open down his limb.

One more formed over his hand.