The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2470 The plight of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe

Three segments of armor hovered right before Cain.

In addition to the pair of shards his initial Blood Avatar had acquired, he currently owned nearly all the elements required to shield his two arms completely. The metal components drifted silently through the atmosphere, poised for assembly. "If I had the fragment held by the Dark Blood King, I would possess every piece of the Sacred Treasure that landed in the Dark Blood Realm."

A chilling, perilous gleam sparked in Cain's gaze as that notion surfaced. For a fleeting moment, the urge to seize it aggressively solidified.

Yet almost immediately, he rejected the notion.

His strength had undoubtedly surged forward. Still, the crushing dominance of the Dark Blood King's Ancestor Domain lingered in his memory. That power remained beyond his reach for now, and any rash action would spell disaster.

Wasting no further moments, Cain gathered the three shards, securing them with care. He ensured, though, that the pieces stayed distinct from one another.

Upon merging with their matching sections, the Sacred Treasure fragments would reveal their authentic might. Cain refused to initiate such a fusion while still within the Dark Blood Realm. The potential repercussions were utterly unknown to him.

The reaction might prove minor... or it could explode with such ferocity that every formidable entity in the realm instantly detected the collection of the fragments.

Such a gamble was unacceptable to him.

After confirming no observers lurked nearby, Cain quietly slipped back

into the Dark Blood Kingdom and reintegrated with his afterimage's spot. The shift occurred flawlessly, making it seem to any onlooker that he had remained stationary throughout.

The remaining hours of night unfolded without incident.

As dawn broke anew, Cain soared skyward to encounter the Dark Blood King. General Fausto and General Averus had already arrived,

their presences steady yet laden with suppressed might.

The Scarlet King gave a nod to the group. In the following blink, the quartet streaked away into the horizon.

They journeyed over an hour, traversing enormous expanses at blistering velocities, before arriving at an enormous chasm. It spanned the terrain like a gash etched into existence. Its profundity was so vast that not even an Alpha-Omega Overgod's senses could probe its depths.

Without pause, the four plummeted downward like plummeting comets.

The lower they descended, the denser the air grew. At last, they hit the base-but no firm earth greeted them.

Rather, a sea of turbulent plasma roiled below.

Ferocious surges of power crashed without cease, unleashing bolts of electricity that ripped apart the void. The atmosphere quaked with chaos, and the principles of existence appeared warped amid the radiant tempest.

Cain's gaze sharpened.

What lay before him marked the divide between domains.

"It is far more powerful than the Empyrean Barriers," he thought. "And far stranger than the boundaries between the realms of the Crimson World. And this... this is during a period of weakness. At full strength, I wouldn't even be able to approach."

The Dark Blood King drew in a profound breath and eyed the pair of generals. Seconds later, the three unleashed their complete strength.

Their vitality and spiritual essence burst forth like a tempest.

The presences of the three merged seamlessly, creating a cohesive surge of energy that dove into the plasma ocean. The wild forces pushed back fiercely, yet the united prowess of three supreme experts cleaved a route through, compelling the divide to part.

The effort proved far from swift or simple.

Existence warped. The cosmos fractured and mended. Bursts of ruinous power whipped outward in all directions.

Yet in time, a conduit emerged-a portal slicing through the Paradise Realm Barrier. It spanned modestly, just broad enough for one individual to traverse.

This was by design.

Venturing into the Eternal Soul Realm demanded utmost discretion. Proceeding solo offered the greatest security. In reality, another factor explained why Cain traveled unaccompanied.

Though the Royal Bloodline scorned sentimental ties, it prized strength above all. The demise of top-tier fighters and a rare asset like the Ocean of the Blood Sun would represent a grave setback. Thus, Cain's promised comeback was heavily encouraged.

Those ideas went unspoken.

But all grasped their weight.

Cain merely went with the flow.

As soon as the portal steadied, he rocketed ahead at maximum velocity

and dove inside.

The passage's core brimmed with volatility, packed with swirling tempests that could shred lesser entities in an instant. Cain pushed his pace even harder, his vision keen and intent. Getting caught in the imploding conduit would pose dire peril-even to someone like him. Luckily, the portal endured.

Finally, illumination appeared in the distance.

And shortly after, he emerged on the other side.

Death.

Carnage.

Despair.

Brutality.

No terms captured the warzone more precisely.

The emptiness quivered beneath the burden of annihilation. Mangled remains littered the expanse, floating like pulverized wreckage across the cosmos. The essence of mortality hung so densely it felt nearly solid, weighty enough to savor.

Warriors of humanoid varieties clashed with relentless valor and savage resolve. Their foes formed a nightmarish, inexhaustible swarm of monstrosities-entities spawned from decay and foulness, completely lacking any dread.

At the conflict's core loomed a figure bearing three amethyst orbs.

Eight stars orbited his brow akin to a divine coronet, each throbbing with colossal might. The unyielding essence of the Void converged on his knuckles as he unleashed a strike potent enough to shatter whole worlds.

However, the assault was blocked.

An enormous battle-axe countered the impact directly.

The blade bore only raw fury and utter corporeal devastation. Upon the meeting of knuckle and edge, all nearby structures crumbled. The fabric of space buckled beneath their clashing forces, birthing expansive voids-black abysses in reality's weave.

The duelists were none other than Anark, True Primordial of the Void, and Robuke, the Monster of the Root.

Anark clenched his jaws, his triple gaze igniting with icy resolve

as he drove onward with mounting intensity. Gradually, the axe started retreating.

Suddenly, agony seared through his torso.

For the briefest instant, his vigor wavered.

Robuke's eyes gleamed with feral joy. Coiling his form completely, he channeled all his might into the armament. The axe thrust ahead, breaching Anark's defenses and slashing across his fist and brow before flinging the Primordial far away.

Their confrontation mirrored the broader fray.

In spite of their might and courage, the warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe were being ripped asunder.

Opposing them, the Root's dominance crushed all in its path.