The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2471 Returning to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe (1)

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Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Cain collected three fragments of the Sacred Treasure armor, deciding against seizing the fourth from the Dark Blood King due to the overwhelming power of his Ancestor Domain, and stored them separately to avoid any risky fusion within the realm. He rejoined the Dark Blood King and his generals, who then led him to a vast canyon where a churning ocean of chaotic plasma formed the weakened barrier to the Eternal Soul Realm. The trio unleashed their combined might to carve a narrow wormhole, allowing Cain to traverse it alone into a nightmarish battlefield in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, where warriors desperately clashed against an endless horde of abominations led by the Root's forces. There, Anark, the True Primordial of the Void, fiercely battled Robuke, the Monster of the Root, but the defenders were being relentlessly overwhelmed by superior power.

Anark swiftly reclaimed command of his form in no time at all.

The Samsara Immortal Body's energy flooded his veins, instantly sealing the gashes on his arm as the tissue knit back together thanks to the Samsara Runic Set's influence. However, no matter its wondrous healing prowess, the runic set proved utterly helpless against the damage in his torso.

That gash persisted.

A persistent agony flared from it, defying all attempts at recovery, steadily sapping his vitality and throwing his energy circulation into chaos. This was the exact wound that prevented the True Primordial of the Void from defeating the Monster of the Root.

Fury and exasperation boiled within Anark's chest as he raised his eyes to the chaos of battle.

In recent years, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had expanded enormously. Fresh Alpha-Omega Overgods had emerged. Runic War Avatars had been refined and mass-produced. Their teamwork, order, and collective might had soared to levels once thought impossible.

Still... it fell short.

The Root's armies dominated completely.

Anark's hands balled into tight fists while his mind wandered to the instant when all had shifted—the very moment the Universe Will went quiet.

To this day, he couldn't grasp how it occurred. In some way, the Root World's overlords had compelled the Universe Will into a sleep-like stupor, essentially a deep coma. That one move had robbed the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe of its most vital edge.

Lacking the Universe Will's restraint, entities such as Robuke and the Root's other elite powers roamed the emptiness unchecked.

Even more dire, the Six Sacred Races' fighters gained no Origin Power from slaying foes anymore. The corpses of the attackers merely floated aimlessly in the cosmos, devoid of value.

The dynamics of conflict had transformed in a flash.

The alteration struck so abruptly and thoroughly that Anark and his fellow commanders were taken completely by surprise. As the Monster of the Root and the Warlock of the Root initiated their void invasion, the Alliance stood woefully unready.

The outcome proved devastating.

An Empyrean World had been lost!

The Root suffered losses too—Anark had delivered a devastating strike to the Warlock—but she retaliated fiercely, inflicting the searing wound still tormenting his chest. Not even the Samsara Immortal Body could banish it.

And mere years following that calamity, the Root initiated its fresh offensive.

Now, they aimed for the Everstrife Empyrean World.

The Scarlet Kingdom's stronghold.

The domain of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe's supreme spiritual guide—the Scarlet King.

Despite his long years away, reverence and loyalty to the Scarlet King endured undimmed. This held true not just for the Scarlet Kingdom's soldiers, but throughout the whole Alliance.

The Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance drew its resilience against the Root's terrors from the Scarlet Stars and the Scarlet Throne. Absent that heritage, they would have crumbled ages ago.

Thus, they battled with utmost ferocity.

His homeland must not succumb.

Nevertheless, for all their fierce will... defeat loomed.

"Hahaha! Do you truly believe you can afford to wander in thoughts?"

Robuke's taunting words resounded across the emptiness as he lunged ahead. His enormous axe sliced through the fabric of space with his strike aiming for the fatal hit.

Anark bellowed.

Violet force burst from him akin to a stellar explosion, propelling him onward like a comet in flames.

He wasn't naive. Victory eluded him—in his present state.

Yet if doom awaited... he'd expend every ounce of his essence and spirit first.

His trio of violet orbs burned with unyielding determination.

"It may claim my life... but I'll drag the Monster of the Root down too.

If that's achievable, another will emerge. One powerful enough to shatter this endless torment."

Embracing mortality, his presence intensified. His strength refined, compacted, utterly supreme.

This clash marked his finale.

But right as fist met axe—

The emptiness quaked.

Not merely the warzone.

The whole cosmos quivered.

The shift hit so abruptly and intensely that combat throughout the void paused momentarily. Fighters from each faction stilled, scanning instinctively to comprehend the phenomenon.

Anark and Robuke shared the pause.

Bewilderment flickered in their gazes.

Then astonishment overtook it.

An inconceivably potent Primordial Essence had abruptly appeared inside the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

It sprawled endlessly—so boundless it transcended the limits of sensing. For a fleeting second, it seemed as if an entity surpassing realms had arrived.

Suddenly, the colossal aura contracted.

It diminished... and kept shrinking... until forming a tiny golden orb.

The orb started spinning.

Swifter and swifter.

Reality warped around it, contorting beneath its whirlwind.

Yet that was merely the start.

A horrifying suction power arose from the orb.

It didn't pull in vitality.

It didn't swallow essence.

Rather, it started attracting feelings.

All the loathing, hopelessness, terror, wrath, sorrow, and insanity saturating the battlefield streamed into it. With the vast slaughter unfolding, the volume of dark sentiments was staggering. Observers saw torrents of shadow funnel into the golden orb, intensifying and weighing down moment by moment. The density stunned even Alpha-Omega Overgods.

It resembled beholding a demonic entity's genesis—a being forged from the bleakest passions conceivable.

However...

The radiating presence wasn't frenzied turmoil.

It was mastered.

Commanding.

A force that transcended the shadows, not succumbing to them.

Before anyone could respond, the amassed mental energy hit its peak.

Then it burst forth.

A noiseless blast surged through the void, sending pulses of might everywhere. The cosmos trembled as the force expanded, compelling combatants on both sides to brace.

As the glow subsided, a silhouette occupied the eruption's heart.

A youthful female.

Her beauty was stunning.

Dark locks cascaded like a starry midnight expanse, while her golden gaze gleamed with arrogance, serenity, and total command.