The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2494 The Red King and the Nirvana Crown Prince

Cain stood solitary in the council hall.

After making sure nobody lingered nearby and his formation blocked all spying attempts, an awkward grin gradually formed on his face.

He reclined slightly against the throne.

He had always possessed a proud nature, but this kind of conduct—treating everyone and everything in the world as inferior—wasn’t really his usual way.

However, lately, it started feeling instinctive.

Since he began adopting the role and character of the Red King, a change had stirred deep within him.

After all, the being he impersonated was far from ordinary. That existence wielded enough might to forge a Fourth Realm Sacred Dimension right inside the Crimson World.

The aura, the demeanor, the utter self-assurance—those qualities had started infiltrating Cain’s own actions.

"Although I must admit... it is truly relaxing," Cain whispered softly.

"I know there are still countless trials and challenges ahead before I can bring my plan to completion, but right now... it feels as if everything will turn out fine."

For once, Cain let himself unwind.

Such indulgences were rare for him.

He had scrutinized every phase of his scheme innumerable times, readying himself for every conceivable variable and threat.

Now, scarcely anything remained for him but to wait and

watch events play out.

And so he waited.

A full day went by with Cain seated serenely in the castle.

No one dared come near or bother him.

Even the mightiest Royal Blutlinie warriors stayed away. Until at last—

A horrifying aura crashed down on the stronghold.

The colossal pressure struck like a plummeting star, so intense that the whole fortress shook. The nearby volcanoes even growled in response to the supreme being’s arrival.

Suddenly, without notice or delay, a figure dropped from the heavens.

He sliced directly through the web of karmic threads Cain had spun around the hall and materialized opposite him in the chamber.

The man’s gaze mirrored that of a mythical divine bird.

Behind him, brilliant wings blazed with flames of rebirth.

His presence stood unique in the realm—a flawless fusion of two supreme bloodlines.

The grand might of the Omen Beast race.

And the exalted lineage of the Royal Blutlinie race.

The Nirvana Crown Prince had come.

He fixed his gaze on the Red King, eyes brimming with killing intent.

Upon first learning of the Red King’s emergence and seeing accounts of his dreadful strength, the Crown Prince’s first idea had been straightforward.

This could serve as a valuable pawn.

A figure powerful enough to sway the war among kingdoms.

Someone he could bend to further his own goals.

If the Red King proved helpful, the Crown Prince had even pondered letting him linger as a follower.

But now—

The supposed pawn had stormed right into his fortress.

Shamed his troops.

Occupied his throne.

The declaration couldn’t be more obvious.

This wasn’t yielding.

This was rebellion.

"You are in my seat."

As those words escaped his lips, the Nirvana Crown Prince’s

fiery aura erupted violently.

Flames of rebirth roared through the room like a furious tempest, hurtling toward the Red King with fearsome force.

Cain’s eyes shone with golden radiance.

In an instant, the thirty-three-petaled golden lotus reappeared

around him once more.

The whole hall drowned in flames.

Walls liquefied.

Stone evaporated.

Furniture crumbled to dust.

Everything in the chamber got obliterated by the Crown Prince’s

terrifying blaze.

Everything—

Except the golden lotus.

And the Red King, who sat composed on the throne inside it.

The Nirvana Crown Prince gritted his teeth.

His flames grew fiercer as he channeled extra power into the assault, unleashing barrage after barrage of rebirth fire against the golden

cocoon.

Beyond the castle, the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom’s warriors beheld the spectacle plainly.

A massive whirlpool of rebirth flames had swirled into being around the fortress.

The vision drove myriad soldiers to fall back in terror. Complicated looks crossed the faces of Kyra and the other Royal Blutlinie commanders.

The Nirvana Crown Prince was renowned as the second mightiest in the Seventh Realm, outmatched solely by the Immortal

Nirvana King.

Some whispered he’d eclipse his father before long.

Yet for all his immense power and fame...

Not one of them felt assured witnessing his clash with the Red King.

That enigmatic force was just too horrifying.

Even should the Crown Prince triumph, the wounds he could sustain might doom their whole incursion into the Eighth Realm.

As concern gripped the fighters outside the castle, Cain

stayed utterly serene.

His gaze remained tranquil.

Even amid the howling blaze, he betrayed no unease.

Events were progressing precisely as he’d foreseen.

"CRACK."

Tiny fissures started spiderwebbing over the golden lotus.

The unyielding inferno was at last straining the defensive art past its breaking point.

A smile crept onto the Nirvana Crown Prince’s face.

Strands of rebirth flame started seeping through the fissures, snaking

over the lotus petals toward the Red King.

His flames ranked among the deadliest powers known.

They didn’t just destroy.

They endured.

Once kindled, nearly impossible to put out.

Cain stayed motionless.

A slender tendril of rebirth flame brushed his hand.

His flesh burst into flame immediately.

At first, the blaze was tiny.

But it swelled fiercer, devouring life while delivering

death.

The flame turned shadowy as it spread, morphing into an eerie

black fire that appeared boundless.

Cain watched the ruin of his own flesh with composure.

The skin on his hand dissolved.

Muscle charred to nothing.

Yet no alarm showed on his features.

Instead—

A spark of insight gleamed in his eyes.

Crimson glow poured from his form into the raging flame.

It didn’t seek to douse it.

Rather, it aimed to dominate it.

The Nirvana Crown Prince scoffed.

"Hmph."

"My rebirth flames embody some of the highest laws governing the

concepts of life and death. Trying to seize control of them only

reveals your ignorance—"

He fell silent.

The savage black flames devouring Cain’s hand abruptly stilled.

The laws inside the fire warped.

Death shifted into life.

The scorched flesh knit back together.

In mere moments, Cain’s hand had mended completely.

"...Impossible."

That single word was all the Nirvana Crown Prince managed.

Even if the Red King grasped life and death more profoundly, fully unraveling the secrets of his rebirth flames should’ve demanded years—maybe decades. Yet the Red King achieved it in seconds.