The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2480 Limit Third Realm Speed

A tremendous blast resounded through the mountain range, shaking the whole area with its force. Peaks split apart, rocks tumbled in landslides, and the lightning storm twisted briefly under the fierce outburst.

However, nobody detected it.

The raging thunderstorm drowned it out. The ceaseless thunderclaps swallowed the noise before it could spread past the mountains. The event got lost in the turmoil, masked as just another savage twist of the elements.

In the center of the mountain range, inside a fresh crater of melted rock and broken stones, the Scarlet King loomed over Zator. The secluded Royal Blutlinie's expression remained calm and tranquil, like someone lost in deep cultivation. This stood in sharp opposition to the blade that had stabbed through his head, overwhelming his mind, spirit, and form with the oppressive quiet of the Quietus Force.

Cain's gaze stayed icy and precise as he verified the outcome. Zator remained alive.

He lay in a profound coma—his awareness held down, his spirit frozen, his vitality halted in an eerie calm.

Only after that did Cain ease up.

Right away, fatigue crashed over him.

Although the fight concluded the moment it started, it had driven him to his utmost edge. Each element of the attack—its timing, hiding, restraint, karmic twist, time speedup—demanded perfect precision. No mistakes could be tolerated.

And still, his accomplishment stunned.

Paradise might warp strength levels and foster an illusion of normality, but Cain's feat was genuinely remarkable. He had just

incapacitated a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod with one strike.

Robuke, the Monster of the Root, had shown comparable power in their prior clash. Naturally, Robuke's form was exceptional, and his abilities were one-of-a-kind. Even so, he wasn't vastly superior to Zator.

"If I fought him now," Cain whispered quietly, "I could stomp him beneath my boot."

A spark of ruthless savagery flashed in his eyes.

The World of the Root ranked among the Existential Threats endangering the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. It once stood as a colossal power.

Now?

He had become powerful enough to shatter it.

Of course, Cain refused to let this insight blur his clarity.

He remained confined in Paradise. And though he could navigate the Flow using his Primordial Essence, he hadn't figured out how to pass through it with his corporeal self.

"I've boosted my command of the domain and the Flow considerably," he pondered, giving his head a slight shake, "yet the road ahead stretches on forever."

Each time he believed he'd hit a pinnacle of

understanding, an even loftier peak loomed further out.

"The following stage of control ought to let me travel bodily," he mused. "But I'm nowhere near that height."

Nevertheless, he couldn't hold back a momentary spark of excitement.

Upon reaching that stage, he could start merging his forms.

The form from the Crimson World.

The one from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

The one shaped inside Paradise.

By blending them into one being, he would surpass his present boundaries completely. His capacity could soar to challenge supreme figures like the Samsara Lord—or the Eternal of Freedom, the entity who obliterated the Ancestor of the Root with a lone strike.

The idea hung in his mind for several moments, relieving the tension built up from the killing strike.

Then Cain sharpened his focus.

This wasn't the moment for daydreams.

He invoked the Power of Karma and Null Eternum, crafting a short-term duplicate of Zator in the mountain range. The figure would sit upon the main summit, emitting subtle waves of intense cultivation.

It wasn't flawless. Direct contact would shatter the mirage. But Zator was famous for his long isolations. Provided no top official had cause to check on him in person, the ruse would endure.

And Cain had made certain no such cause existed.

Content, he pulled the Blade of the End of Time from Zator's head. The injury closed under veils of restrained force, safeguarding the

form.

After that, he disappeared.

He reappeared at the lake charged with the Omen of Time's might.

Far below its waters, employing his spirit, the Power of Karma, the Power of Chaos, and the Flow to guarantee total seclusion, Cain

at last drew a calm breath.

He seized Zator's form.

Despite the man's mind being breached, Cain had aimed carefully.

From the start, he had ignited the Eternum Flame in a measured way, curbing bodily harm and stopping the

spirit from unraveling.

With adequate treatment, a Royal Blutlinie at the Eternal Soul Realm could mend from such injury.

But that wouldn't occur.

Cain's stare intensified.

His core started to shine with a ashen light as the Hollow Star inside

it turned gradually. A terrifying lineage force spread out. The Hollow Star had been made from the core of Cain's Perfect Ancestor Drop—it sprang from supreme refinement and

promise.

And that formed just the base.

Shortly, golden and scarlet forces rushed forth from deep inside.

Cain's Ancestor Power excelled in sheer might and clarity, but the scarlet Power of Chaos and the golden Flow essence matched it.

If anything, they operated on a superior plane.

The Power of Chaos and the Flow wove around the Ancestor

Power, crafting a golden and scarlet yin-yang design. Inside, a white flow spun without end—an unending loop of persistence.

This marked a Hollow Star unique to the Scarlet King.

A whirlpool emerged at its heart.

It gripped Zator's form.

And within one instant—

Devoured it whole.

Cain promptly settled into meditation. His pose held firm, his breaths measured, his gaze keen as edges.

It didn't last long.

The Hollow Star shook fiercely.

The strain it faced proved immense.

Even unconscious, Zator's spirit and vitality naturally fought back. The inborn vigor of a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod was terrifying. That mere reflexive pushback would demolish any typical Hollow Star.

But Cain's differed.

The essences of Chaos, Ancestor Power, and Flow weren't simply blended. Cain had drawn on his insight into Neo-Demons' Astral Black Holes to shape them into a much more complex creation—a device built to contain and bind entities of vast strength. Even then, victory wasn't assured.

The Hollow Star quaked harder as Zator's core battled inside the bind. Distortion fissures crept through its internal framework, slender splits endangering to tear it asunder. Golden, scarlet, and white forces clashed in furious loops while Cain bolstered the hold with all his command. Defeat loomed as a genuine threat. Should the Hollow Star break, the recoil wouldn't just harm him—it might ruin his path, demanding years to mend. Such a cost lay beyond his means.

Stronger ripples poured from the Hollow Star as the

Royal Bloodline's form and spirit rejected fueling the ignition. The whole lake quivered, surges of force rippling through the region, overwhelming it with ruin and decay.

Just the barrier set by the Scarlet King scarcely held the chaos in check.

Cain ignored the wishes or will of his quarry. He had snared Zator, and his fate stood decided.

His eyes flared as the Power of Chaos and the Flow's strength

poured into the Hollow Star, bolstering its every feature. They quelled Zator's spirit even as they forced upon it images of a domain where self dissolved—where defiance meant nothing. Second by second, the Royal Bloodline sank further into the Hollow Star, and the build grew ever steadier.

Until at last—

"BOOOOOOOOOMMMM!"

A detonation burst within Cain's core.

His whole frame shuddered, and blood seeped from every opening on his face. Still, a broad, crimson grin stretched over his mouth.

He had triumphed.

As Cain peered inside, the sight left him breathless. In his

heart burned a grand golden sun, emitting a blaze so vivid it nearly dazzled. He had finished the First Level of Apollo's Speed.

After pausing to steady his core and balance his strength, Cain ascended into the sky. Once he confirmed all ripples stayed hidden, he tried his swiftness.

His form darted from spot to spot, streaking like a luminous meteor.

At once, Cain's eyes bulged, and his grin widened further as he grasped that his pace had surged past predictions. Owing to his earlier method, his quickness had hit Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod tier. The First Level of Apollo's Speed was meant to offer that identical might—so no big leap was expected.

Yet Cain had pursued a wildly unorthodox route. By employing a living and immensely potent Royal Blutlinie as ignition,

he had broken past the assumed cap of the First Level of Apollo's

Speed. He now dashed at a rate equaling the Limit Alpha-Omega Overgod.

"Hahahaha! As the saying goes—high stakes yield high gains!" the Scarlet King bellowed in thrill.

And the gains stretched far beyond this.

His eyes shone again as he inhaled deeply and spoke two terms:

"Apollo Burst."

In a flash, the glowing sun in his heart spun quicker. His

muscles and veins took on a dazzling sheen, as though his body consisted of animated blaze. The next moment, he surged ahead with superior velocity.

He could span vast lands in an instant.

"Incredible!"