The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2452 Ancestor Art

Though Cain couldn't yet unleash the complete power of Chaos or summon the cosmic laws ruling over Paradise, its power to sway minds stayed just as strong. Facing a Peak ArchDeity with defenses down made seizing control a simple task.

Certainly, Cain might have probed straight into Samira's soul. Such an approach would prove quicker and much more complete. Yet even with

the utmost caution, delving into a soul would leave faint marks—hints that a being like the Dark Blood King could spot without trouble.

Chaos's sway, by contrast, vanished without a trace.

Cain turned his attention to Samira. When a subtle crimson light flickered in her gaze, he gave a small nod.

"What commands do you have?" he inquired steadily. "What tasks did the Dark Blood King assign to you?"

Samira stayed quiet briefly. These were guarded secrets from her training, and her inner resolve pushed back on reflex.

Yet that resistance lasted just an instant.

"My directives are to follow your every wish," she replied tonelessly. "And to relay all your deeds to the Dark Blood King. I received orders to examine the riches you carried and hunt for

anything odd or questionable."

Cain gave a nod. The initial segment matched his predictions precisely.

The latter portion, though, piqued his interest.

The Dark Blood Kingdom boasted endless riches. Nothing among his items ought to draw the eye of such a mighty force.

"What sorts of things should you seek?" Cain questioned.

Samira's brow creased a bit.

"I'm unsure. Instructions were just to seek out whatever seemed bizarre, uncommon, or misplaced."

Deeper puzzlement filled Cain's gaze.

"It's not riches they're after. They're hunting something particular... yet unclear on exactly what." Cain dissected the matter coolly before posing another query.

"Got any details on the conflict with the Seventh and Eighth Realms? Its cause?"

Samira shook her head at once.

"Nothing on that front. I'm outside His Majesty's close advisors. My role sticks to watching you and checking your possessions."

Cain figured as much.

He fired off a few additional inquiries, digging for details on the Dark Blood Kingdom's inner workings, its troops' shifts, or any odd events in the past months.

Still, Samira provided scant insights.

In realms like the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe or the Crimson World, a Peak ArchDeity held great sway. But in Paradise, such strength meant little.

After pulling out all useful knowledge, Cain gave his closing orders.

"Erase this talk from your mind," he instructed. "Act just as you always do."

Before letting her go, he embedded a profound, hidden command—one that wouldn't meddle with her mind or actions.

Whatever news came from the Dark Blood Kingdom's top ranks would naturally flow to him from her.

With that, Cain sent her away.

As the door shut and solitude returned, Cain methodically surveyed the expansive room encircling him.

Roaming the capital held no appeal for him.

The Dark Blood Kingdom shone with splendor, yet teemed with dangers. Without grasping the war's real aim—and why the Dark Blood King amassed so many mighty beings—staying wary was wiser.

"This buys me moments to complete my Ancestor Art."

A keen, thrilled gleam sparked in Cain's eyes.

On the trip, he'd laid the groundwork for a fresh method. Here, in the secure, vitality-packed setting of his Dukedom, he could polish the last touches.

The castle stood apart, shielded by mighty arrays, and brimmed with thick energy.

An ideal spot for cultivation.

Shutting his eyes, Cain dove deep into the method.

The Eternum Flame burst into life over his form, as the Stasis Force

Field stretched out.

Usually, Cain would blend the field with his pale fires, boosting its span and crafting a broad suppression skill. Versus lesser foes, it wrought havoc.

Yet versus threats like the Dark Blood King—or the lesser Heartcram King—it fell short.

This round, he reversed the tactic.

Rather than spreading the field, he squeezed it tight.

Gradually, the Stasis Force Field contracted. Its inner might bore down, compelling the pale flames cloaking his frame to

tighten up.

Days slipped by.

The field dwindled bit by bit.

The flames packed ever thicker.

In time, the pale blaze shifted, shedding its liquid shape and

shifting to a glowing white plasma.

With the change intensifying, the chamber warped. Hues swirled. Reality quivered faintly.

Quietus Force's thickness hit a peak so intense that

even rays, voids, and moments bent gently near the Scarlet

King.

At last, Cain's eyes snapped open.

A broad grin lit his features.

The force field had shrunk to under two centimeters from his flesh. In that slim sheath, the Eternum Flame burned as sheer plasma, squeezed to immense tightness.

Cain balled his hands, grin stretching further.

The focused Eternum Flame boosted Quietus Force beyond measure. Each blow he landed would unleash vast ruin.

Meanwhile, the plasma coat served as armor. Nearness to his body met drag.

The reach stayed narrow—but Cain's swiftness made that flaw trivial.

And further benefits awaited.

Quietus Force still rippled nearby. Even with the span cut to roughly five meters, foes in striking range faced wild sense twists. Void sense, rhythm, and response would falter.

Ideal for up-close clashes.

Naturally, drawbacks existed.

The skill taxed his spirit heavily and guzzled

power at a terrifying pace.

"The White Mantle holds for maybe five minutes max before I'm drained," Cain whispered. "No good for drawn-out battles... but flawless for a key showdown."

Satisfaction surged through him.

Right as Cain locked in the skill, he felt a known aura drawing near.

Soon after, Samira stepped to the doorway and inclined her head.

"The hour has come," she stated with deference.

"The War Council convenes shortly."