The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2478 Time for the hunt

Cain couldn't dispel the sensation that this extent of carnage carried profound significance.

The conflicts across the Realms appeared far too synchronized and extensive to result from random chance. The Fifth bore down on the Sixth. The Sixth collided with the Seventh. The Seventh assaulted the Eighth. And everything had started well prior to the Ancestors' Tomb unveiling.

It seemed arranged.

Intentional.

Yet solutions wouldn't arrive without effort, and Cain had never delayed due to doubt. He merely shrugged and proceeded to scrutinize the details he'd drawn from Jasmir's thoughts.

'The Immortal Nirvana Kingdom is merely entering its early infiltration stage,' he whispered to himself. 'Their operatives are present to collect data—assess the Eternal Soul Kingdom's fortifications, outline their authority hierarchy, and crucially...'

His gaze intensified.

'...identify the shards of the Sacred Treasure.'

That represented the actual aim.

A icy gleam danced in his crimson eyes.

'Nearly all the shards have been assembled owing to Aerion. Seven existed originally, with six now consolidated in a single location.'

Such intelligence would have cost the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom a fortune to secure.

Cain obtained it through a precise application of the Power of Chaos.

Regrettably, awareness of their position didn't ensure retrieval.

'They're held by Shakra.'

Even at this moment, Cain could sharply remember the dominating soul presence of the formidable entity who had sought to rescue Aerion.

'It fits perfectly,' Cain said softly. 'No location offers greater security than possession by the Realm's supreme power.'

Regarding the concluding shard—the one Aerion had transported to the Dark Blood Realm—

'That one belongs to me.'

Cain's attention shifted to his spatial ring.

A concept started to emerge.

Initially subtle—a vague prospect—but as he viewed the circumstances from various perspectives, the scheme's form solidified. A hazardous scheme.

The calculating glint in his eyes deepened.

Should it succeed, it would provide him not just extra shards of the Sacred Treasure but a substantial amount of Ancestor Drops as well.

Cain had never abandoned a scheme merely for its peril. In his view, peril and prospect were intertwined. Each gave rise to the other.

However, he recognized an equally vital truth:

Lacking adequate strength and readiness, plunging into peril wasn't valor.

It was foolishness.

'I must become more powerful,' he murmured softly, gripping his fists.

He started evaluating his present resources.

Three routes promised swift advancement.

The Path of the Asura.

Apollo's Speed.

The Power of Karma.

Among the trio, Karma stood as the most progressed.

He could already employ it to briefly halt the actions of a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod and warp their awareness, concealing his existence by tangling the karmic strands connecting them. Ample potential for enhancement remained, yet the advancement was evident.

Following that was Apollo's Speed.

Via unyielding dedication, Cain had formed the initial Hollow Star. He applied unorthodox approaches to achieve it—methods no traditional cultivator would dare—but he trusted in its capabilities.

It would eclipse the alternatives.

It needed to.

For Cain planned not to enclose artifacts within it.

He planned to enclose Royal Blutlinie.

Living entities.

A Royal Blutlinie would yield vastly superior activation energy compared to any artifact of equivalent level. Naturally, confining a living Alpha-Omega Overgod within a Hollow Star would prove immensely more challenging.

Yet Cain had never recoiled from hardship.

'The sole requirement absent to kindle the first Radiant Star,' he whispered,

'is fuel.'

His focus moved to Jasmir's immobilized form.

She could act as fuel.

But Cain shook his head.

No.

For the initial kindling, he desired a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod.

'Thus, the subsequent kindling can involve an entity at the Third Realm's boundary,' he pondered aloud. 'And the ultimate one...' A surge of excitement lit his eyes as his mind wandered ahead, though he reined it back to the now.

There remained the Path of the Asura.

Of the three, it served as his mightiest tool—and his utmost hazard.

Owing to his profound insight into the Asura Form and its integrations with the Primordial Body's World Strength and the Neo-Demon Body's Astral Black Holes, he had gained the capacity to initiate a Fourth Realm transformation.

The challenge lay not in initiation.

It lay in endurance.

Despite his formidable combat prowess, Cain remained merely an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod. His heart was exceptional—permanently fixed in a Third Realm Asura Form—but even that fell short against the oppressive force of a Fourth Realm emergence. 'I possess a splendid blade,' Cain muttered with a slight grimace, 'yet my limbs lack the vigor to brandish it.'

The irritation lasted briefly.

He already grasped the remedy.

'It's time to pursue prey.'

A gradual grin appeared on his features.

'Via the pursuit, I shall hone the Power of Karma. I shall locate a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod to kindle my initial Radiant Star. And using the Ancestor Drops from those I slay, I shall bolster my cultivation—fortify my heart's resilience—and approach the activation of the Fourth Realm Asura Form without perishing.'

All elements converged.

His direction stood evident.

Cain redirected his focus to Jasmir.

Without delay, he thrust his hand into her torso and extracted

her heart. Crimson flames exploded at once, consuming the vital organ. The tissue dissolved, the blood vaporized, and a lone radiant

droplet hovered above his hand.

An Ancestor Drop.

Yet Cain pressed onward.

He amplified the flames, purifying the droplet more thoroughly—incinerating

all hints of contamination, all echoes of volatility, until perfection endured.

Only upon satisfaction did he apply the refined Ancestor Drop to his torso.

It absorbed into him, fusing with the Perfect Ancestor Drop lodged

inside his heart.

Cain drew a deep breath.

Power coursed through his bloodstream.

His grin expanded as he sensed the modest but certain increase in his

prowess.

Following that, he parted his lips and absorbed the leftover vitality and essence from Jasmir's remains, devouring it completely.

Quietness resumed in the lake's profundity.

Cain cast his sight toward the distance. He had already selected his following objective.