The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2457 Treasures from a Half-Step Fourth Realm organization

Cain perched on the summit of his fortress, his face grave as his thoughts churned without pause, pondering his upcoming strategy.

"I am aware of where the fragment lies," he pondered, gaze locked on the far-off skyline. "Yet I cannot move freely as I desire. And should I opt to trade it for military merits, I lack a means to justify its discovery without endangering myself."

Cain had zero chance of disclosing his knack for detecting other fragments via the Power of Chaos. That secret would merely attract peril. In the direst outcome, the Dark Blood Kingdom might view him solely as an instrument—his consciousness confined, his liberty revoked, his life diminished to a mere device wielded at their whim.

Following moments of quiet reflection, an idea started shaping in

his thoughts.

Drawing in a measured, calm breath, Cain settled into a seated position and assumed a meditation stance.

Before long, he concentrated on the link established by the Power of Chaos—the identical pathway that enabled him to extract vitality and power from the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Yet now, rather than extracting, he offered.

Minute specks of his soul and bloodline essence streamed along the connection, journeying over the unseen tie.

The procedure proved gradual and draining. Almost an hour elapsed until the Ocean of the Blood Sun's waters started to ripple.

Eventually, a form arose.

It consisted of a featureless human shape crafted wholly from thickened blood. On initial view, it seemed basic, nearly rough, but the energy it emitted

was far from commonplace. Its might could effortlessly demolish Peak ArchDeities, and crucially, its essence was discreet enough to slip past the awareness of Alpha-Omega Overgods.

The Blood Avatar raised its head and oriented toward the remote spot where Cain had detected the fragment.

In the ensuing moment, its form melted into a scarlet vapor that ascended into the air, blending with the clouds. It advanced openly—yet utterly concealed from any sky-watchers.

Within the fortress once more, Cain gradually lifted his eyelids.

His complexion had grown ashen, and profound weariness burdened his form and spirit. Nevertheless, a subtle grin surfaced.

"The Blood Avatar shall fetch the fragment as I proceed alongside the primary forces," he mused. "I'll track the troops' advances and ensure the pair never intersect."

Cain gave a small nod, pleased with the approach.

Yet, his stare soon intensified.

"Regarding the handling of the fragments... I might instruct the Blood Avatar to conceal them in zones my troops will subsequently explore. That would dispel doubts upon their 'discovery.' Or perhaps I could..."

A perilous gleam sparked in his gaze.

He contemplated retaining the Sacred Treasure fragments personally.

Though the allure of ascending to a Sacred King of Chaos and Order proved irresistibly enticing, Cain remained unswayed by raw desire. Such immense authority always demanded a toll—particularly when stemming from an primordial entity able to eradicate a whole

universe.

Even more vital, his core aim was to return to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. The faster he accomplished it, the preferable.

"I'll resolve it after securing them," Cain determined. "Initially, I must grasp the true extent of power these fragments bestow."

With that issue resolved, he shifted focus to bolstering his own capabilities.

"Though I lack the military merits for the Dark Blood Kingdom's elite treasures or methods, numerous resources remain available to elevate my power."

Wasting no moments, Cain called for Samira. He passed her a spatial ring brimming with the extensive hoard of valuables plundered from the Kalos and Aztorus Kingdoms.

Samira took the ring and swiftly left for the Dark Blood Kingdom's exchange repository.

In under ten minutes, Cain's eyes narrowed as he inspected his Dark Blood Ring. A massive amount of Omen Cores had been

added to his balance.

He might have claimed them to harness their essence for refining his cultivation. But with the Ocean of the Blood Sun perpetually providing him strength, energy surplus was not an issue.

Rather, he opted to exchange the cores for targeted artifacts.

Twenty minutes on, Samira came back, bearing a shadowy spatial ring,

which she presented to him with deference.

As Cain delved into its holdings, thrill lit up

his expression.

"These are acquisitions possible solely with Omen Cores and my Duke status—bypassing military merits," he reflected. "And their caliber remains exceptional. The Dark Blood Kingdom indeed stands as a Half-Step Fourth Realm entity."

Inhaling deeply, Cain proceeded to review his acquisitions.

The initial piece was a duo of odd, azure plasma wings.

Upon concentrating on them, the wings disintegrated into energy flows that integrated with his spine. Right away, the Omen of Time's force coursed through his frame.

"Wings of Time," Cain whispered. "A straightforward title for a remarkable

artifact."

He experimented with his motion briefly and sensed the shift at once.

"My velocity has enhanced further."

His grin broadened as he advanced to the next piece—a compact

crimson sphere.

After examining it, Cain applied the sphere to his torso. The item submerged into his skin, traversing tissue and skeleton until arriving at his heart. There, it fragmented into nine tinier orbs that commenced circling

it.

Immediately, Cain's bloodline presence intensified.

The artifact bore the name Nine Bloodline Moons. Upon integration,

the main nucleus segmented into lesser orbs that would gradually and steadily boost the caliber, volume, and promise of his Ancestor Drop.

Certainly, pursuing Royal Blutlinie hunts would yield quicker gains. Yet this offered passive augmentation, and with major conflicts yet to ignite, it suited an ideal enduring commitment.

At last, the final piece tailored for him materialized from the ring.

It formed a complete suit of armor.

It had been ages since Cain had purposefully pursued armor.

His bodily resilience typically sufficed, rendering added safeguards marginally useful.

However, this occasion differed.

Null Eternum might confer brief invincibility by deferring harm to later—but that harm would eventually strike, and its impact could prove catastrophic.

Should armor mitigate that postponed harm, it would substantially heighten his endurance.

The armor derived from obsidian-resembling alloy, its ebony exterior

subtly shimmering with profound crimson glow.

It held no unique powers, no intricate impacts.

Solely unmatched resilience. Precisely what Cain required.