The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2448 Facing the Fourth Realm (IV)

As soon as the phrase Ancestor Domain escaped his lips, a surge of primal fear exploded within Cain and Abraham.

All their innate survival urges blared the identical alert: Flee.

Flee right away. Flee with no second thoughts. Flee and don't ever look behind. Sadly for the Scarlet King and the Heartcram King, their speed fell short.

Dark tendrils poured forth from the Dark Blood King, unfurling over the heavens like a swelling wave. Before a single pulse could pass, the gloom engulfed the pair of kings entirely.

The shift occurred in a flash.

Just a second earlier, they hovered far over the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

In the next, they were thrust into a wholly alien realm.

This space stretched infinitely—an absolute blackness, hushed, and without end. No heavens above, no earth below, no edges to sight. Just shadows extending across all

directions.

Subtle luminous circles pulsed through the vacuum, resembling quiet warps in the fabric of reality. Shattered remnants and wandering scraps drifted without purpose, crumbling bit by bit into oblivion.

Upon Cain's arrival, a crushing wave of solitude overwhelmed his mind and spirit.

Yet that marked merely the start.

On reflex, he attempted to inhale for composure.

Air was absent.

His torso failed to expand. His lungs grasped at emptiness.

Alarmed, he parted his lips—but silence reigned. Not a whisper of resonance stirred here.

Cain's eyes contracted sharply.

A total severance gripped him.

Disconnected from all creation.

When he peered below, a vague outline of his form shimmered on a layer of inky fluid underfoot. But moment by moment, the silhouette dimmed... blurring away, as though his essence itself was gradually dissolving.

The Scarlet King wasn't alone in his disturbance.

Nearby, Abraham froze in place, his gaze betraying raw dread.

Ice crystals crept over his flesh.

This realm sapped warmth from his frame at a terrifying pace. The chill transcended the body—it was total, fundamental.

Should it bind an Alpha-Omega Overgod, it would bind a star.

"This is my Ancestor Domain," a voice resounded across the emptiness, "the purest and highest expression of my Ancestor Power."

The duo of kings lifted their stares.

The Dark Blood King drifted down gradually from the overhead shadows, as though he commanded this desolate domain.

An intense terror seized their cores.

Previously, his might had been formidable—lethally so—but resistance had remained possible.

Now...

Utter domination pressed upon them.

"This power allows me to overwrite the laws and rules," the voice proceeded evenly, "and forge a world where I reign absolute."

The declaration didn't originate from the silhouette overhead.

It arose from their rear.

Shock widened Cain and Abraham's eyes. His shift had evaded their senses completely.

The Dark Blood King now positioned himself at their backs.

"This power allows me to break the limits of the Third Realm," he went on, his voice icy and unwavering, "and reveal a fragment of the Fourth."

He lifted his arm.

The gloom throughout the domain gathered toward his grasp, condensing into a thick orb of blazing shadow.

"You have the strength to call yourselves kings within the Dark Blood Realm," he stated. "But I must determine whether you possess the power to stand as generals in the battles to come."

Cain and Abraham remained clueless about the conflicts he meant.

They harbored zero desire to serve as his commanders.

Yet clearly, their views held no weight.

The strike would descend regardless of their will.

Their sole option lay in enduring.

Each king unleashed their full might. Bloodlines ignited, spirits thundered, and presences swelled to maximum intensity.

The Dark Blood King observed.

Merely when their forces crested did he act.

He drove his palm ahead.

In a blink, twin colossal hands of searing darkness formed. They bypassed range, dimension, and duration—manifesting straight in front of Cain and Abraham faster than thought.

Abraham's gaze bulged.

For the initial time ever, mortality loomed so near.

Without pause, his frame burst open, morphing into a furious sea. Torrents of fluid vitality crashed every which way right as

the shadowy hand crashed down.

Upon impact, obliterating force raced through him.

It went beyond ruin.

It nullified.

His vitality faltered. His shape started to disintegrate. Even his spirit seemed

to fray at the seams, as if his being itself edged toward quiet erasure.

Abraham bellowed in his depths.

His watery form swelled with escalating might, bending the framework of the assaulting force. Simultaneously, he scattered the ruinous essence outward, shoving it from his essence and diffusing it into the encircling void.

The clash unfolded in one frozen moment.

The onslaught proved so dominant that Abraham lacked even a instant

to glance at Cain.

All he caught was a vast burst of blazing darkness swallowing the Scarlet King's spot.

Afterward—

The domain dissolved.

The vacuum fractured.

The instant after, the trio rematerialized amid the clouds over the

Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Abraham gasped heavily. His form quaked without control as

he grasped the razor-thin brush with demise.

"I used everything... even my strongest defensive Ancestor Art... and

my body and soul nearly collapsed."

He gradually swiveled toward Cain's location.

What met his view was an orb of blazing darkness.

"He was strong," Abraham pondered darkly. "But still young. There's no way he developed a defensive Ancestor Art capable of surviving that."

Right as resignation to the Scarlet King's end dawned—

The shadows parted.

Abraham's eyes bulged once more.

Cain remained there.

Breathing.

Utterly unscathed.

Even the Dark Blood King betrayed a hint of astonishment.

Encircling the Scarlet King floated a golden lotus bearing thirty-three

petals, certain ones blazing with might while others scarcely showed. The bloom shielded him devotedly, its glow repelling the lingering

traces of destructive darkness.

Then—

"CRACK."

The lotus fragmented.

Its strength depleted.

No triumph lit Cain's features.

He had just deployed the mightiest protective technique of The Flow.

Yet the toll had drained him dry.

His vitality stores neared zero. His frame rang empty, his spirit

stretched to breaking.

Should the fight press on—

The Scarlet King confronted the reality. Death awaited him surely.