The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2497 A body at the Late Alpha-Omega

Overgod Rank

With quick gestures from their hands, the treasures switched ownership.

Broad grins quickly lit up the faces of both the Nirvana Crown Prince and Cain.

The Nirvana Crown Prince balled his fists in thrill while gazing at the chest armor fragment now in his grasp. Securing this item made the whole invasion of the Eighth Realm a huge triumph. Even should the operation wrap up right then, he'd head back to the Seventh Realm like a champion.

For an instant, the Crown Prince itched to don the chest piece at once, linking it to the fragments he already had.

Regrettably, that couldn't happen.

The fragments scattered throughout the Seventh Realm linked to the legs and spine, yet they missed the essential connector to join with the chest armor. Lacking that part, synergy couldn't form between them to awaken the new fragment.

Even so, just owning this fragment counted as a massive boon. Cain felt the same elation from the trade.

Now gripping the Nirvana Heart directly in his palms—instead of just viewing it via others' recollections—he verified it matched precisely what he'd sought.

But that joy faded swiftly.

Tension swiftly thickened inside the chamber once more.

Cain keenly detected the caution and suppressed aggression in the Nirvana Crown Prince's soul. The man stood poised to attack

the moment Cain tried departing the fortress with the Nirvana Heart.

Naturally, Cain planned no such flight.

After all, he desired to stay right there.

"Where is my residence?" Cain inquired steadily.

Those words eased the Nirvana Crown Prince noticeably. He lifted his hand, gesturing at a lofty building far off.

A gigantic tower soared beyond the fortress walls. Thick currents of energy coursed through it like unseen streams, rendering it the sturdiest and mightiest spot in the bastion.

Though the Nirvana Crown Prince resented the Red King's haughty demeanor, no need existed to stir needless conflict—not before hauling the Sacred Treasure fragment back to the Seventh Realm.

Cain eyed the tower and gave a pleased nod at the quarters.

Yet prior to departing, he pivoted slowly toward the Nirvana Crown Prince. His gaze chilled colder than the abyss.

"If someone dares approach my residence without my authorization," Cain stated evenly, "or attempts to spy on it, I will kill them."

This wasn't a threat.

This wasn't a warning.

This was a promise.

Even inside a rival's bastion, Cain imposed his laws—and he'd swiftly end any who broke them.

That audacity irked the Nirvana Crown Prince, yet it aligned perfectly with the Red King's traits he'd witnessed thus far. Thus, he merely nodded sans protest.

Issue resolved, Cain spun and strode toward the remote tower.

At once, the Nirvana Crown Prince started barking directives.

His commands raced through the whole Eighth Realm incursion, hitting every Immortal Nirvana Kingdom fighter involved.

Defenses required bolstering.

Still, yanking all back to the fortress simultaneously would spark doubts. Rather, the Crown Prince maneuvered the front lines nearer to the bastion gradually, easing his troops homeward discreetly.

Bit by bit, Immortal Nirvana Kingdom soldiers shifted closer to the stronghold.

The abrupt tactical shifts baffled numerous Royal Blutlinie members in the ranks—particularly post the Red King's enigmatic advent—but the Nirvana Crown Prince gave zero reasons. From the tower, Cain watched ripples of doubt and bewilderment swell across the fortress.

A subtle smirk curved his lips.

Whatever the Nirvana Crown Prince tried next, events had already launched.

"I need to grow as mighty as feasible before the clash erupts," Cain whispered to himself.

Intense determination sharpened his gaze as he peered at the Nirvana Heart.

Drawing a profound breath, Cain unleashed his power. Ripples of karmic strands swept the tower entirety while golden glows from the Flow cloaked the area, weaving barriers of seclusion.

He held back the Power of Chaos for now.

Assured of total privacy, Cain raised the red fruit etched with purple veins and gulped it down whole.

Effects hit instantly.

Nirvana Fire exploded from his frame.

Violet blazes surged out with might and ferocity dwarfing the rebirth fires of the Nirvana Crown Prince. They raced across every bit of Cain's form, searing with deep truths of life and demise.

Still, the flames damaged nor helped him.

Lacking the Immortal Nirvana Royal Family bloodline, Cain offered no anchor for the Nirvana Heart to attune.

Precisely then, Cain's eyes ignited.

He surged his Primordial Essence to utmost limits, tapping the Samsara Immortal Body wisdom etched inside.

The Nirvana Flames quivered.

Cain's mind dove into the fire's concealed truths, dissecting the core rules shaping it.

Hours ticked by.

Gradually, the flames transformed.

They swirled around Cain's body in loops.

One loop unleashed ruin and demise.

The following loop sparked vitality and renewal.

Alone, these powers packed punch—but lacked transcendence.

Yet Samsara Immortal Body knowledge wasn't Cain's sole haul from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

Something more existed.

His mightiest acquired art.

The Empyrean Natural Inheritance.

The Doomsday Art.

That art hinged on loops of annihilation and recasting to hone and fortify the flesh. Harnessing those tenets—with Nirvana Flames as fuel—Cain commenced forging his Royal Blutlinie body.

Truth be told, his actions stemmed wholly from hypothesis.

Paradise's laws diverged from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, with myriad pitfalls possible. But soon thrill sparked in Cain's eyes. Destruction loops purged bodily flaws, ravaging all sections.

Then life and renewal loops rebuilt the wreckage, crafting it tougher and restoring lost bits.

Over and over, the ritual cycled.

Thrill swelled fiercer in Cain's chest.

For he sensed it plainly.

His frame now hammered the wall blocking Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank.