The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2498 Speed beyond the Half Step Fourth Realm

While the Immortal Nirvana Stronghold's defenses fortified relentlessly, Cain stayed utterly absorbed in his cultivation. Nirvana Flames swirled ceaselessly around his form, alternating between devastation and renewal in the nonstop tempering ritual. Within the secluded tower, time flowed silently, the outside realm nearly banished from memory.

Two and a half months elapsed.

At last, the final flicker of flame blazed to life.

"RUMBLE!!!"

Right at that instant, a colossal burst of pressure and energy surged from the tower. The sheer power caused the entire fortress to shudder briefly, like a titan pounding the earth underneath.

Every fighter in the bastion sensed it.

All stares swiftly fixed on the origin of the upheaval.

Their eyes settled on the lofty edifice shrouded in golden and purple glow.

Complex emotions surfaced on the Nirvana Crown Prince's face and those of the other Royal Blutlinie members.

That tower served as the Red King's dwelling.

Evidently, a major event had unfolded within.

Still, nobody ventured close. The Red King had declared his stance unmistakably—trespassers without leave would face instant death.

The Nirvana Crown Prince himself had opted to honor that decree.

Thus, despite the burning curiosity tormenting their minds, they had no choice but to hold it back.

Within the tower, matters were straightforward indeed.

Cain had achieved a breakthrough.

His physique had elevated to the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank, exceeding his prior Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod boundaries.

Cain balled his fists as thrill coursed through him.

The changes in his body registered vividly to him.

His life force had soared immensely, while his bodily might hit unprecedented heights. For any Royal Blutlinie, such traits offered supreme edges already.

But something else thrilled him more intensely.

His velocity had advanced.

With Apollo's Speed, Cain had outpaced nearly all Limit Alpha-Omega Overgods before. Yet post-breakthrough, he sensed his swiftness touching the Half-Step Fourth Realm threshold.

"If I trigger Apollo Burst," Cain whispered softly, "I could attain speeds that even the Nirvana Crown Prince or Eternal Soul King might fail to match."

Just picturing it set his pulse pounding.

Nor did the enhancements stop there.

Cain concentrated on his life force and corporeal toughness. His grin broadened with sudden insight.

"This body ought to withstand Fourth Realm Gear." If Apollo Burst by itself let him evade foes like the Nirvana Crown Prince or Sharka, then even Cain struggled to

envision the horrifying swiftness from unleashing Asura Form at maximum.

Nevertheless, amid the elation, Cain kept his concentration sharp.

Plenty of tasks remained ahead.

"Now that my power is solidified," Cain whispered, "the moment has come for the following move."

The next second, a subtle crimson gleam lit his eyes as he linked with a distant figure.

The stronghold's barrier aimed to sever nearly every communication type. Karmic threads would trigger alerts if employed.

Yet the Power of Chaos transcended what those barriers

could contain.

Near the volcanic range encircling the stronghold, an Eternal Soul Kingdom scout abruptly saw his eyes flicker red.

A scarlet seed stirred in his psyche.

Planted ages back amid the Red King's continental rampage, the mark had escaped his notice then.

Luckily, his spot proved ideal for the unfolding scheme.

The Chaos Power seed bloomed in his mind.

It reshaped his recollections and finely tuned his soul's framework, implanting fresh events so flawlessly they seemed innate.

To the scout, those memories were eternally his own.

Back in the tower, Cain gradually lifted his eyelids.

Satisfied with the setup, he turned his attention to the Immortal Nirvana Stronghold's vault.

Via his privileges and amassed military merits, he dispatched orders to the treasury-managing Blutlinie.

The overseer looked like a beastly horror, his hulking frame clad in plated skin and sharp protrusions. His presence alone cowed typical soldiers.

But when the Red King's voice resounded in his thoughts, sheer terror gripped him.

Cain's directives were straightforward.

Deliver treasures.

Not commonplace ones—exceptional rarities.

Many requested items were so scarce that even King-Level experts rarely secured them. Still, the Red King's merit tally was outrageously vast.

The Nirvana Crown Prince had beforehand commanded the Royal Blutlinie to meet the Red King's demands.

Thus, compliance followed.

He assembled the valuables, boxed them in huge chests, and supervised their transport to the tower himself.

Throughout the stronghold, myriad gazes tracked the procession hauling those gigantic boxes.

Various Royal Blutlinie covertly reviewed vault logs.

Spotting the withdrawn treasure roster, they gritted their teeth in rage.

Some pieces were prizes earned over years of service.

Now vanished.

The outrage burned fiercely.

Yet no top Royal Blutlinie dared challenge one who defied the Nirvana Crown Prince openly—then strutted the fortress unscathed.

As the chests neared the tower, thick karmic threads enveloped them.

Instantly, they disappeared.

In the tower, Cain methodically assessed the haul.

The Royal Blutlinie's fury outside meant nothing to him.

To him, they were merely Ancestor Drops ripe for refining and devouring.

Setting that aside, Cain scrutinized each treasure.

A broad smile lit his features.

Numerous goods were potent restoratives, mending life force, healing wounds, or refilling massive energy reserves.

"I will definitely need these," Cain whispered.

He tucked them all into his space ring.

At length, his eyes fixed on a vast vessel brimming with hundreds of tiny spheres.

Every sphere housed an Ancestor Drop.

Most came from slain ArchDeities, though nine hailed from Royal Blutlinie.

All gathered from war casualties.

Primarily Eternal Soul Kingdom fighters, with a handful from Immortal Nirvana Kingdom ranks.

That detail scarcely signified.

For Blutlinie, devouring kin's essence carried no stigma.

No sense wasting priceless assets—regardless of former allegiances. Camaraderie held zero sway against power's allure.