The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2484 The strongest body in the three universes

A subtle smile played on Cain's lips as he witnessed Martin's expiration.

The Royal Blutlinie possessed a myriad of peculiar and hazardous abilities. It was entirely possible that some amongst them held techniques to trace a killer, and Cain could not risk provoking the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom openly—at least, not yet. Consequently, the responsibility for Martin’s demise would be pinned on Almor, a warrior from the Eternal Soul Kingdom.

It was a straightforward deception, easily believed.

After all, had Cain not interfered, that scenario would have been a certainty.

He scrutinized the corpse quietly for several heartbeats, verifying that Martin’s life force had fully dissipated and that no karmic connections tethered them. Once absolute, he took action.

With a swift gesture, he retrieved the heart from Almor’s grip. Crimson flames engulfed it as he refined the Ancestor Drop residing within. Simultaneously, he drained every vestige of vitality and spirit force from Martin’s remains, rendering the body down to its purest essence. This stolen energy surged through Cain's veins, fortifying his physique and accelerating the creation of the second Hollow Star within his consciousness.

A faint smirk deepened as he sensed his cultivation rank ascending rapidly.

Yet, he remained focused, refusing to be distracted.

No sooner had he finished with Martin than Cain pressed his palm against Almor’s skull. His eyes flared with light as he invaded the ruined mind of the Royal Blutlinie, plucking every fragment of trapped wisdom and insight. He gathered all he could—memories of martial arts, combat expertise, and tactical intelligence.

Most critical was the data regarding the Limit Alpha Omega Overgods of the Eternal Soul Kingdom—and Shakra himself. Sooner or later, Cain was bound to confront the King of that realm. Preparing by studying his adversaries was not mere prudence; it was a basic requirement.

Cain processed the overwhelming stream of data with icy detachment. A moment later, he gave a brief, sharp nod.

Then, with ruthless efficiency, he tore out Almor’s heart and began refining the Ancestor Drop hidden there.

Unlike his approach with Martin, he lacked any concern regarding the discovery of Almor’s death. In fact, if word emerged, it would only further his broader scheme.

Just as before, Cain sucked away every drop of vitality and spirit force from Almor’s shell, channeling the power toward his Hollow Star.

Once he had finished, only drifting ash remained of the two Royal Blutlinie.

Cain hovered mid-air, clutching the two purified Ancestor Drops. Without hesitation, he crushed them into his chest.

They merged seamlessly into his Perfect Ancestor Drop.

“BOOM!”

The moment they integrated, Cain’s vessel shook violently. An immense surge of power exploded from his core, his aura turning denser, more refined, and significantly more formidable. The pressure escalated until it became impossible to contain.

White and scarlet flames erupted outward, weaving a massive pillar of fire that pierced the heavens.

Cain let out a triumphant laugh.“Hahaha... finally. I have evolved!”

Since his origins, he had consumed and refined the Ancestor Drops of over a dozen Royal Blutlinie Alpha Omega Overgods, along with countless Prima Deity and ArchDeity Blutlinie. Each sacrifice had brought him to the cusp of a breakthrough.

Now, bolstered by these final two, he had successfully ascended to the Middle Alpha Omega Overgod Realm.

Cain tightened his fists, reveling in the volatile power surging through his frame.

“Even without fully awakening the Wings of Chaos, this body is undeniably the most powerful of the three,” he muttered. “It even eclipses my form in the Crimson Empire.”

His laughter continued as he let his power run rampant. Fear was absent from his heart; the red mask purged all doubt, leaving only crystalline clarity and absolute certainty. He felt as if the entire world were under his domain.

The pillar of white and scarlet fire reached higher, striking the very ceiling of the realm before unfurling across the sky like a blazing scar.

It was a spectacle impossible to overlook.

Distance was no barrier to such a sight. Far off, on a sprawling volcanic mountain range where rivers of magma flowed—hot enough to vaporize the bodies of ArchDeities—loomed a colossal stronghold. Its walls were reinforced to withstand strikes from King-Level experts, and its arrays could incinerate anything below the Alpha Omega Overgod rank instantly.

This served as the main bastion of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom in the Eighth Realm.

Deep inside its lowest vault stood a young man.

Unlike his peers in the Royal Blutlinie, his hair was not pure white. Fiery crimson veins ran through it, as though flames had been woven into his existence. That was not his only unique trait. From his back sprouted a pair of immense, searing wings—wings that shimmered with the very essence of rebirth.

He was the heir to the Immortal Nirvana King.The Nirvana Crown Prince.The sole individual capable of checking the Eternal Soul King.

His eyes opened slowly. They did not appear human, echoing instead the gaze of a divine bird—sharp, luminous, and brimming with ancient authority. He stared toward the distant pillar of white and scarlet fire ripping through the horizon.

“He is not one of my subordinates,” he whispered coolly. “But according to our scouts, no one within the Eternal Soul Kingdom possesses such strength!”

His lips curled in a slight grin.“A new player?”

Curiosity glinted in his eyes as he weighed his potential responses.

He was not the lone sovereign to mark the phenomenon. In the heart of the Eternal Soul Kingdom, Shakra rose from his seat. His mere presence caused the heavens above the capital to turn opaque. Unlike the Nirvana Crown Prince, his expression remained grave.

The Eternal Soul King squeezed his hands into fists.

That aura belonged to none of his retainers.

Whether the intruder originated from the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom was irrelevant. This entity was an anomaly—a disruptor.

And on a battlefield already drowning in conflict, the emergence of a new Alpha Omega Overgod—one capable of rattling the very firmament—signified only one thing.

The war had taken a turn for the perilous.