The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2435 Sacred Vault of the Aztorus Kingdom

Cain caused the Blade of the End of Time to fuse directly into his arm by melting it down.

In the Royal Blutlinie tradition, warriors often merged their weapons straight into their flesh, linking them tightly to their vital essence. After this integration, the blade could draw nourishment from the Ancestor Drop, evolving in tandem with its owner.

Yet, this kind of merging demanded total mastery and undisputed possession of the weapon by its user. If the connection ever snapped, the resulting rebound might prove utterly devastating.

With the fusion finished, Cain settled into a meditative stance inside the Ocean of the Blood Sun and started assessing his present power levels.

"The heart of my strength at this moment lies in my Ancestor Ability-Null Eternum," he reflected inwardly.

Using this power, he was able to summon the Eternum Flame, that pale blaze which boosted his destructive force immensely and provided remarkable protection as well. Still, these were just the innate expressions of the ability itself.

"My next step must be to cultivate my Ancestor Arts."

The Ancestor Powers could never be changed at their core. Their essence stayed unyielding. Yet, through practice, honing, and development, they could spawn distinctive skills that vastly amplified their potency.

Cain possessed a few concepts already for advancing the white flames—ways to broaden their reach, intensify their grip on causality, and maybe even mold the Quietus Power into targeted variations. Still, pursuing those notions demanded patience and precise

testing.

For the time being, he directed his thoughts toward the remaining elements of his capabilities.

"Since entering Paradise, my Power of Chaos has diminished considerably."

Currently, he managed to employ it for forging pathways that channeled the life force and vigor from the Blood Ocean toward chosen foes, and he could subtly sway the thoughts of individuals to some extent. That said, manifesting the Chaos Wings or releasing Chaos in its complete might remained out of reach.

Though it was a letdown, Cain grasped the underlying cause.

The Power of Chaos demanded ties—bonds to the realm, its governing principles, and the creatures dwelling there. However, as an intruder in Paradise, he lingered as a stranger, not yet woven fully into its essence or its Omens.

Luckily, this shortfall wouldn't last forever.

Having reclaimed a human-like form, attuning to Paradise's inhabitants and harmonizing with its core energies would come much more readily. Through dedicated effort, the Chaos Wings would reemerge soon enough.

"It's merely a question of when."

Afterward, Cain turned his gaze to yet another foundation of his might.

"The Flow has surged to new heights."

His command over it had widened dramatically, enabling him to execute moves that once would have triggered harsh repercussions. The link to the cosmic stream felt more profound and steady than before.

Nevertheless, he detected room for even greater depths.

"I haven't delved into my full potential yet. I must drive this onward."

Once his review of the Flow concluded, Cain redirected his mind to a further inherent talent inherited from his prior existence.

"Asura Form."

As soon as he focused his intent, his awareness dove deep inside,

zeroing in on his heart.

It pounded with alarming speed—hundreds of beats per second.

In crafting his new form, Cain had altered his heart to maintain a perpetual Asura state. No longer a deliberate shift, the power now operated as a constant trait. During combat, its fervor would surge on its own, driving his physique to peak performance.

Cain felt deep contentment with this outcome. His bodily swiftness, agility, and burst strength had reached astonishing levels.

At last, he considered the final among his inborn talents.

"The Scarlet Throne."

A grave look crossed his features.

Unlike the Flow or Asura Form, whose secrets he had unraveled and faithfully recreated, the Scarlet Throne eluded his grasp entirely.

This power had first appeared when his Ego Eternal Path hit the Third Realm and his True Name climbed to Prima Deity Rank. It differed at its roots from his other gifts, drawing from profound existential rules he couldn't yet fathom.

Even more crucially, it hadn't stirred to life in this vessel.

Cain's brow furrowed as he probed his thoughts for any way to awaken it,

yet discovered none. The void irritated him greatly.

He required swifter progress in cultivation. And the Scarlet Throne had been crafted exactly to accelerate that.

Ultimately, the Scarlet King shook his head.

"Looks like fortune evades me this round."

After pausing briefly, he breathed out and eased his countenance.

"I'll make do with what's available to me."

Shutting his eyes, Cain sank into profound meditation. The essence of Null Eternum circulated softly within him as he reinforced his cultivation base and secured his latest advancements.

Close by, the Royal Guards kept vigilant.

They were mending from the earlier clash, but their recovery sped up dramatically due to the vast life essence they'd drawn from Eonar and Lortar's remnants.

When a complete day had elapsed, Cain's eyes snapped open.

A broad grin lit up his visage.

He ascended into the heavens, fixed his sight on the far-off skyline, and then surged ahead at a velocity that warped the atmosphere around him.

Owing to his immense swiftness, the Scarlet King soon hovered over the Aztorus Kingdom's capital. The metropolis sprawled enormously—vaster than the City of Kalous—vast enough to shelter billions of Bloodline denizens. From his vantage, Cain surveyed its avenues and battlegrounds, where daily routines persisted unchanged.

The Blutlinie residents clashed fiercely in public, devouring meat and blood to bolster their bloodlines.

"It appears news of the Aztorus King and Royal Family's demise hasn't spread yet."

Cain wasted no moments.

He plunged down without delay, streaking into the enormous palace at the city's heart. Drawing on the recollections pulled from Eonar,

he moved through the building with ease.

In mere instants, he arrived at the fortress's deepest layer.

Shadows cloaked the expansive subterranean hall.

In the middle loomed the Sacred Vault of the Aztorus Kingdom.

Cain's gaze sparkled as he regarded the gigantic sky-blue portal ahead. It towered so hugely that a whole mountain might fit through its arch.

A pleased grin formed on his lips.

But the instant he advanced a pace— Two pairs of eyes ignited in the gloom.