The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2464 The Path of the Asura

Indeed, keeping his state steady differed greatly from achieving complete recovery, and his prolonged absence from the front lines would

without doubt provoke questions.

In the end, the sway of the Power of Chaos over the Blutlinie from the Dark Blood Kingdom had its boundaries. They weren't his true partners. Deep down, they remained watchful spectators, observing his actions with silent wariness.

Although not a soul among them had seen the confrontation firsthand, the shockwave from the Scarlet King and Aerion's brutal exchange had undoubtedly rippled through to them.

Still, Cain kept his concentration sharp.

He'd stationed Satan there to uphold discipline, trusting the Royal Guard to manage matters smoothly. Even should General Fausto and his comrades discover Cain's vanishing act, he believed that upon finishing his scheme, all would realign properly. Increasing streams of vitality poured from the Ocean of the Blood Sun into Cain's frame, gradually mending his injuries. The Royal Blutlinie boasted extraordinarily robust physiques and commanded inherent power that outmatched even the Primordial Race. Yet, this very distinctiveness that rendered them mighty also rendered their wounds remarkably tough to mend.

No historical account existed of a Royal Blutlinie perishing from mere age, and scarcely any perished in one clash. What felled them was the buildup of harm from a life steeped in ceaseless carnage, the myriad marks that gradually whittled away their vigor across ages.

Cain refused to meet such an end.

This drove him to immerse fully in the mending ritual, meticulously repairing each ripped fiber, each splintered bone, each tiny gash that might someday turn into a flaw.

After two days, Cain let out a deep exhale. A broad grin spread across his features as vigor surged anew through his form.

He wasn't entirely mended yet, but he'd regained sufficient to deploy the total force of his flesh and spirit.

And that would serve immensely in the upcoming phase of his strategy. The Dark Blood Ring pulsed, its light indicating repeated bids to reach him. Cain dismissed it outright. His goals stood firm.

With a mere notion, Aerion's bound form materialized in front of him.

Even at this moment, the Quietus Force coursed via the Royal Blutlinie of the Soul Eternal Realm, confining his being in a delicate balance twixt motion and stasis.

Cain's gaze burned with the icy craving of a hunter eyeing its quarry. He drove his thoughts and essence to their utmost extremes, merging the Power of Chaos with the Flow as he delved straight into Aerion's psyche.

His initial aim was unmistakable.

The Scarlet King required the insights and universal laws underpinning the Fourth Realm Asura Form.

Currently, Cain's Royal Blutlinie physique lingered in a perpetual Asura Form state. His heart throbbed with bursting intensity, each thump able to jolt his whole self. But Aerion held the superior tier.

By tapping into Aerion's recollections, he might advance the method even higher.

He could hone Asura Form to rival his other pinnacle inborn talents-the Flow, the Power of Chaos, and the Scarlet Throne.

Naturally, such a profound incursion into a foe's essence was certain to inflict lasting harm. But that result aligned flawlessly with Cain's desires. For the ensuing part of his scheme, Aerion's essence had to be diminished,

shattered, and exposed.

Cain directed every sliver of his determination toward the recollections tied to the Fourth Realm. He ripped past tiers of barriers, reflexes, and buried opposition.

Following an arduous and meticulous hunt, he located it.

The Scarlet King's eyes flared wide as a rush of excitement and revelation lit his expression.

"The Path of the Asura."

His words resounded gently, laced with wonder as he uttered the title bestowed by the Eternal Soul Kingdom upon the method harboring the

essences of the Fourth Realm Asura Form.

Via Aerion's recollections, Cain beheld the primal origin.

The method was inscribed upon a shard of vellum crafted from hides of mysterious creatures. It emanated a fearsome presence, timeless and crushing. The face was ragged, pocked with gaps and fissures, like it had weathered innumerable disasters.

"Bow before our holy technique."

Shakra's tone reverberated inside the recollection.

Aerion dropped to his knees at once, his stance brimming with devotion as he bowed his head to the artifact.

"This treasure was retrieved by the inaugural sovereign of the Eternal Soul Kingdom from the Ancestor Tomb. He forfeited every ally who ventured into the tomb alongside him-friends, kin, everyone. Yet the cost proved worthwhile. Thanks to this method, we ascended over all rivals and emerged as the mightiest power in the domain. We even remolded the domain to mirror our dominance."

Enormous pride infused Shakra's voice. After a pause, he inclined his head and

permitted Aerion to stand.

"You have aided in gathering various shards of the Sacred Treasure

and will shortly advance into the Dark Blood Realm. Your devotion and feats earn you the privilege to learn this method." Aerion's eyes gleamed with fervor. He inclined profoundly before advancing, concentrating on the vellum and imprinting every mark, essence, and revelation into his thoughts.

And via essence control, Cain performed the identical act. Each piece of wisdom, each concealed significance, each stratum of comprehension was drawn out and etched into Cain's awareness. The burden on Aerion's essence intensified with every instant. Fissures started to creep over its framework, its firmness quaking beneath the strain.

Still, the Quietus Force maintained all in check, halting the harm before it hit breakdown.

At last, Cain finished the extraction.

His eyes gleamed with wonder and eagerness.

The wisdom proved expansive and intricate. Time would be needed to wholly unravel and assimilate the profounder essences, yet the base was now his possession.

The Path of the Asura belonged to him.

Upon verifying that Aerion's essence had withstood the ordeal, Cain halted. His stare intensified as he pondered the following move.

Far more remained that he could seize.

The framework of the Soul Eternal Realm. Its energy frameworks. Its concealed ranks. The sites and destinies of the leftover shards of the Sacred Treasures.

All such details held worth.

But they amounted to straightforward-factual tidbits that could be pulled with little toil.

What genuinely captured Cain's interest was another matter.

Something profounder.

Something concealed deep in the heart of Aerion's being.

Something... singular.