The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2453 The fate of Paradise's Depravita Race

In the core of the Dark Blood Kingdom's capital, within an expansive hall lit by a ceiling that gleamed like a starry night sky, the War Council convened.

Though spacious enough to accommodate over a hundred individuals, just six Royal Blutlinie occupied the space. They gathered around a huge round table sculpted from black crystal, its top as polished and reflective as a mirror.

Even without a designated head position, no one in attendance harbored false notions of parity. The power dynamics in the chamber were evident, with one faction wielding considerably more influence than the rest.

Three seats were positioned on the southern flank.

A scarred-faced man claimed one of those spots, his demeanor evoking the depth of an unending sea—profound, burdensome, and overwhelming. The Heartcram King remained quiet, his stance unyielding, his presence constant and intimidating.

Facing him was a woman whose complexion was so ghostly white it bordered on colorless. She wasn't notably tall and might seem delicate upon initial view, yet the strength emanating from her form was vast and icy, akin to the serene chill of perpetual darkness.

Situated between them was a youth whose eyes burned with crimson flames. Every inhale he made appeared faintly attuned to his surroundings, as though the principles governing existence pulsed in harmony with his being.

Cain cast a quick look toward the Heartcram King, but the figure didn't meet his gaze. His focus quickly moved to the pallid woman, and a contemplative, significant gleam entered his eyes.

"So she must be the final one among the five kings who governed the Dark Blood Realm prior to my coming...

Alucar, sovereign of the Evernight Kingdom.

She could possibly surpass the Heartcram King in strength."

The woman caught Cain's stare. She regarded him for an instant, her expression serene and inscrutable, then directed her attention ahead once more.

The Scarlet King followed suit.

Across from the group loomed the Dark Blood King. Flanking him were two formidable Royal Blutlinie.

Cain recognized one of them intimately.

High Lord Averus—the individual who had previously tried to kill him and ended up withdrawing after a failed assault.

The second presence was far stranger.

Describing him as merely bulky fell short. His enormous frame slouched slightly, with shadowy scales sheathing much of his hide. Vast wings sprouted from his shoulders, a sturdy tail protruded from his lower back, and jet-black horns protruded from his skull. Despite his bizarre, nearly beastly look, it was his might that truly captivated all eyes.

His aura surpassed even Averus's in thickness and intensity.

A wide grin spread across the Dark Blood King's face. Once he allowed the assembly a brief period to wordlessly appraise each other, he at last addressed them.

"To begin, let me offer my thanks to the Heartcram King, the Evernight Queen, and the Scarlet King for heeding my summons and joining as Generals in the Dark Blood Kingdom!"

A subtle twitch affected the trio's eyes.

They hadn't really possessed an option.

Nevertheless, none among them ventured to challenge the Dark Blood King. They merely inclined their heads.

"These are my trusted aides," he went on. "General Averus and General Fausto. They rank as the mightiest fighters in my domain and, beyond doubt, the sharpest strategists at my command."

With the formalities complete, the Dark Blood King's grin gradually diminished. A grave and solemn look took over as he fixed his stare on the three former rulers.

"I'm certain you all have numerous inquiries," he stated evenly. "Thus, I'll clarify the circumstances."

He halted for a moment.

"To start, the cause behind the conflict between our realm and the Seventh and Eighth Realms is straightforward."

His gaze intensified.

"The Ancestor Tomb has emerged in the First Realm."

Instant dismay and alarm flashed in the eyes of the Heartcram

King and the Evernight Queen. Their forms tensed, almost leaping up from their chairs.

In contrast, Cain merely furrowed his brow a touch.

Confusion filled his gaze.

Legends described the Ancestor as the entity that spawned the initial lineage of Royal Blutlinie. Each heir bore a trace of that primordial creature's essence in their veins.

The prospect of entering such an entity's resting place was undoubtedly fascinating.

Yet it shouldn't provoke such near-collapse of control from two monarchs.

Observing the bewilderment in Cain's eyes, the Dark Blood King revealed a subtle smirk.

"It appears our youthful ally lacks knowledge of the Ancestor Tomb's importance."

Averus sneered right away, as the Heartcram King shot Cain a chilly, scornful look.

Cain paid no heed to either and just nodded.

"In that case, I'll elucidate," the Dark Blood King proceeded.

"The Ancestor Tomb stands as the holiest and most remarkable domain within Paradise. Its beginnings trace back over three billion years."

His tone deepened.

"Tales claim the Ancestor once enticed Paradise's dominant species into that tomb... and consumed them entirely."

A hush descended over the room.

"Upon absorbing all their essence, his form shaped the earth, his spirit shaped the heavens, and his life force flowed through the Nine Realms—birthing the Royal Blutlinie."

Cain offered a slight nod, displaying curiosity and a spark of astonishment. Yet

inside his thoughts, immense shock surged. This marked the initial occasion he'd learned of the Ancestor's massacre of Paradise's ancient overlords to forge a fresh bloodline from their might.

Far from doubt, the disclosure merely validated his hunches.

"If this indeed is the origin of the Demon King... then Paradise's old dominators were the Depravita Race.

And the Ancestor engulfed them all to spawn the Royal

Blutlinie."

Such a realization was breathtaking.

It verified Cain's enduring theory—that Paradise constituted the cosmos that assaulted the Tenth Empyrean Suns Universe and the Crimson World eons past, amid the disaster termed the Great War.

Following their defeat, the Ancestor opted to wipe out the Depravitas... and birth anew.

A lineage designed for carnage and ruin—one whose gifts and promise outstripped even the Depravita Race.

As these reflections passed through Cain's mind, an uncommon feeling stirred

in his core.

A trace of fear as he fully comprehended the icy, merciless, and horrifying nature of the entity called the Ancestor.