The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2499 The entire army of the Eighth Realm

"No time to waste."

Cain wasted no time and started refining the Ancestor Drops at once.

One by one, the orbs melted away under his Chaos Flame's power. Cain meticulously wiped out all impurities, weaknesses, and leftover wills from their previous masters before pulling the purified ancestral energy into his own form.

This refinement happened with surprising speed.

The Perfect Ancestor Drop inside him soaked up the influx like an endless sea. As the last bit of ancestral essence fused with it, a fresh wave of strength coursed through Cain's veins.

His cultivation climbed higher once more.

Though he hadn't hit the peak of Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank yet, his approach to it was shockingly swift.

From the records Cain had collected, even the quickest and most gifted Royal Blutlinie of the Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Layers needed almost five thousand years to attain Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank.

Cain neared that stage in under two decades.

The gap was ridiculous.

Sure, some of his edge stemmed from his Primordial Essence hitting Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank far earlier, before his Royal Blutlinie body even emerged.

Still, his advancement pace stayed breathtaking.

Cain paid little mind to glory or rivaling other prodigies. Such matters held no value for him.

One thing alone counted.

Upon hitting Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank, his Primordial Essence ought to gain enough might to battle Paradise's flows and head back to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

To achieve that, he'd have to leave behind this Royal Blutlinie body, naturally.

Yet that posed no true issue.

His Primordial Body remained sealed in the World Forge, awaiting his comeback.

Reclaiming it would unleash his real power anew.

Right then, Cain's eyes shifted toward the horizon.

A subtle grin curved his lips.

"Just in time."

"RUMBLE!"

The next moment, the volcanic mountain range encircling the stronghold shook fiercely.

Multiple volcanoes burst forth together, hurling vast streams of magma and lava skyward while the crushing pressure warped the region's very ground.

Alarms echoed through the Immortal Nirvana Stronghold.

The Nirvana Crown Prince shot up from his throne in the fortress.

Cold rage filled his eyes as he stared at the far-off skyline.

There, past the volcanic flats, a colossal army advanced.

Though over a day out from the stronghold, their merged auras already rattled the whole area.

This army hailed from the Eternal Soul Kingdom, of course.

And it wasn't just some detachments.

The full forces of the realm marched.

"Dammit," the Nirvana Crown Prince whispered.

A fight was the very last thing he craved right now.

Fate, however, had different ideas.

"Why right now?"

That notion flickered through his head as he glanced briefly at the remote tower housing the Red King.

A perilous glint sparked in his gaze.

"Priorities first."

Swiftly, he sent orders throughout the Eighth Realm, summoning every Immortal Nirvana Kingdom troop back to the stronghold.

Luckily, he'd kicked off the army rally the instant he snagged the fragment from the Red King. Thanks to that foresight, his troops should beat Sharka and his host to the fortress.

Mighty figures streamed back one after another.

Royal Blutlinie numbers in the stronghold swelled fast.

Their auras united, surging skyward like a roaring blaze.

Before long, it rammed against the invading pressure from the Eternal Soul Kingdom's forces.

The clash rocked the skies.

Storm clouds brewed darkly overhead as huge lightning tempests swept over vast lands.

From his tower, Cain watched it all with composure.

The outer turmoil only stretched his grin wider.

He kept purifying the leftover energy in his body, making sure he'd peak for the events ahead.

At last, the Eternal Soul Kingdom's army hit the volcanic range.

Leading them loomed the Eternal Soul King.

Sharka.

His soul force loomed so vast it choked the whole zone.

Dark armor sheathed much of his torso, but his chest stayed bare—exposing the obvious gap in his sacred gear.

A gap he meant to seal.

Sharka pressed on solo, army in tow behind, floating over the massive shield guarding the stronghold.

This spot brimmed with peril.

Not a hint of dread showed on the Eternal Soul King.

With sovereign command, he bellowed down at the fortress.

"Nirvana Crown Prince! Come out and face me!"

In the stronghold, the Nirvana Crown Prince's eyes iced over.

Killing intent boiled from his soul.

Rebirth Flames flared around him as he soared upward, piercing the barrier to hang right above it.

His stare fixed on Sharka.

"Why is there a dog barking at my front door?" he said coldly.

The Eternal Soul King's eyes tightened a bit at the slight.

But soon, a thin smile touched his face.

"Child," Sharka said steadily, "the only reason you have survived this long is because killing you would create more trouble than it solves."

His look sharpened.

"But my patience has reached its limit."

The air thickened around him as his words boomed over the field.

"I know you possess the final fragment of the armor that appeared in the Eighth Realm."

The Nirvana Crown Prince stayed quiet.

He offered no admission or denial.

Still, fury and ire raged deep in his soul.

Sharka ignored his response.

His tone held steady chill.

"Hand it over," the Eternal Soul King pressed, "and I will allow you to return to the Seventh Realm with your life."

A tense silence hung.

"Refuse... and I will kill you along with every soldier who came here with you."

The Nirvana Crown Prince held his tongue for beats.

His eyes scanned the huge army trailing Sharka.

He spotted endless war arrays and giant siege machines primed for war.

Far from scared, a ruthless chill smile formed on his lips.

"A relic from a forgotten age really thinks he can threaten me?" the Crown Prince mocked.

Nirvana Flames exploded wildly around him. "If you want a fight," he proclaimed, "I will give you one."