The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2434 Dominating the Blade of the End of Times
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Naturally, Cain had no plans to charge straight into the Dark Blood Realm. His power was immense—truly exceptional—but he wasn't foolish enough to ignore the risks.
The sole factor behind his victory over the Kings of the Aztorus and Kalous Kingdoms stemmed from his meticulous setup of the battlefield conditions.
Before their clash even started, the pair had suffered heavy injuries and utter fatigue, while the endless vitality from the Ocean of the Blood Sun coursed wildly through Cain's bloodstream during the entire battle.
If the Scarlet King had encountered Eonar and Lortar in their prime states, the result would have turned out entirely otherwise.
"At most, I could have beaten one of them, and only by risking everything I had," Cain evaluated with composure. "But facing both at once would have crushed me completely."
Lacking the boost from the Ocean of the Blood Sun, Cain gauged his pure power to hover close to the peak of a Late-Stage Alpha-Omega Overgod. Considering his cultivation base was merely at the Early Stage, this represented a remarkable display of strength and aptitude, born from his relentless efforts in crafting a Flawless Ancestor Drop.
A subtle smile crept across Cain's face.
"This third body possesses the talent and promise that pleases me," he whispered. "And the greatest advantage... lies in how quickly I can advance."
The smile curving his mouth grew icy.
With no delay, Cain thrust his hands into the torsos of Lortar and Eonar, pulling out their hearts that still pulsed with life. Flames laced with the Power of Chaos and the Flow burst into life around his palms, consuming
the vital organs and incinerating all but the Ancestor Drops of the fallen kings.
From their inception, the beings of Paradise were crafted by the universe's laws and principles to prey on each other for greater power. This truth shone brightest in the Blutlinie Race, capable of devouring fellow kin to refine and bolster their bloodline.
Cain's Royal Blutlinie Body took this concept to a whole new extreme.
Through the unique forging of his body and Flawless Ancestor Drop, Cain possessed the ability to pull Ancestor Drops from others and merge them with his own—vastly speeding up his cultivation progress. Purification remained essential, though. Taking in impure Drops could taint his perfect foundation.
While Cain purified the pair of Drops, the sliver of his awareness linked to the Ocean of the Blood Sun sent out a quiet order.
The scarlet sea responded by roiling fiercely.
The corpses of the defeated kings crumbled apart, breaking down into streams of energy and life essence that the Ocean of the Blood Sun drew in and then channeled to the Royal Guards. Their injuries mended, their presences intensified, and their vitality soared to unprecedented levels.
Cain no longer felt tied to the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
Yet he refused to forsake it—or the Royal Guards.
In the years gone by, they had demonstrated unwavering devotion and formidable might, with boundless potential ahead. Under careful guidance, they would
evolve into priceless comrades for the challenges awaiting.
Before long, the Ocean of the Blood Sun contained just Cain, the Royal Guards... and a lone remaining entity.
The Blade of the End of Times.
Quietus Power continued to course through the artifact, locking it in place utterly. Absent that restraint, Cain was certain the blade would have bolted away the moment it detected liberty. The eye set in its pommel quivered without cease, fighting for release—but time held no power against absolute immobility.
Quietus transcended time in every way.
Cain took in the cleansed Ancestor Drops, inhaling deeply as fresh might flooded his form. His injuries sealed swiftly, tissues reforming seamlessly until he stood at full strength once more.
It was only then that the Scarlet King focused entirely on the Blade of the End of Times.
Though he couldn't retrieve every one of Eonar's recollections, Cain had uncovered the weapon's beginnings.
It served as a family treasure.
A artifact hauled from the lower planes by the illegitimate offspring of the First Aztorus King. That heir had wielded it to slay his sire and claim the throne as the Second Aztorus King.
The blade brimmed with horrifying might. The Omen of Time housed inside had attained a phenomenal degree, outstripping Eonar's personal realm. Still, such potency demanded a dreadful price.
The armament possessed life.
And the essence inside was nightmarish—always hungering to consume the flesh and spirit of whoever held it.
Regrettably, eliminating or binding that essence would slash the blade's
potency in half.
Cain breathed out steadily and reached out with his right hand, seizing the hilt.
In that moment, the eye on the grip snapped wide.
A piercing gleam flashed in Cain's eyes as he sensed the blade's effort to breach his thoughts. Rather than push back, Cain permitted the
link to establish itself.
His face changed—from concentration to a touch of wry humor.
Ere the blade could respond, Cain's gaze ignited with golden radiance as his spirit delved into the Flow—the infinite stream linking every
aspect of existence.
Differing from his clash with the Crow Prince of the Kalous Kingdom, Cain had no plans to annihilate this essence. He rooted himself solidly in the world while compelling the blade's soul to behold the genuine immensity of
the Flow.
The world around faded away.
What lingered was a boundless ocean of golden streams—vast, tranquil, and all-consuming. A vision that could bring utter tranquility... or total obliteration of the self.
Fear overwhelmed the eye on the blade's hilt.
It tried to break the bond.
Cain prevented it.
His goal stayed straightforward: to wash away all remnants of shadow and evil
inside the blade's soul.
Of course, the method would wipe out the rest too—
recollections, drives, and even sense of self.
The Scarlet King deemed that fine.
Days slipped by.
Finally, the essence in the blade emerged purified.
No drives.
No recollections.
No desires.
An empty state.
Cain grinned. The blade might reclaim what it had forfeited, but only
with his oversight.
He linked with the freshly cleansed essence, and immediately, a rush of white Eternum Flames burst forth from the Blade of the End of Times.