The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2515 The rise of a new True Primordial

Anark's face tightened into a frown the instant he perceived the unfolding events.

Rallying spirits was acceptable enough.

However, Noah went beyond mere motivation.

He was supplanting their feelings with his very own.

The Crimson Exarch compelled the entire world to share in his sentiments.

This differed sharply from Cain's ability.

Cain never dominated others' emotions; rather, his strength harmonized with theirs, forging links that allowed mutual reinforcement and upliftment.

Noah's control proved utterly domineering.

Anark moved ahead.

"The Crimson Exarch and I must talk," he stated icily. "All of you, go back to the Golden Hall and recuperate."

Somber looks crossed the Alliance leaders' faces.

They recalled the enigmatic pact Anark had embraced amid the chaos of battle.

The very pact that summoned the Crimson Exarch to this fight.

Though Noah aided them immensely in combat, Leonidas and the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance heads knew full well the Crimson Exarch's unpredictable nature.

He embodied the sort who pursued his aims ruthlessly, sacrificing lives without a second thought if it served his purpose.

His true aims remained a mystery to all.

Yet one fact stood clear.

Saving the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe wasn't Noah's real goal; otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed quiet so long against the Root's armies.

Despite their doubts, they honored Anark's command.

Leader after leader nodded and retreated.

Leonidas pivoted first, with other commanders trailing. The void battlefield soon cleared out.

Meylin lingered last.

The True Depravita of Original Sin shot a piercing glance at the Crimson Exarch before facing Anark.

"Stay cautious," she advised steadily.

"He'll offer all you desire, making it seem costless. But the further you sink into his trap, the tougher escape becomes."

Meylin spoke without whispering.

Her words rang out boldly, ensuring Noah heard the caution plainly.

Still, the Crimson Exarch displayed no fury.

A leisurely grin alone graced his features.

After a short hush, Meylin departed for the Golden Stronghold, abandoning the pair amid

the boundless void's desolation.

Noah folded his arms with ease.

"Well," he remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes, "I guess all's set. Ready to uphold your end of the bargain?"

Anark fixed his gaze on the Crimson Exarch for an extended beat.

At last, he exhaled and inclined his head.

Though Noah's eerie vibe repelled him intensely, the True Primordial of the Void never reneged on vows.

His oaths bound unbreakable.

"I shall bestow the Inheritance of Spirit," Anark declared deliberately. "And with my vital essence and lineage, I'll confer the Inheritance of the

Flesh upon you."

Noah's grin widened at once.

These dual inheritances eluded forceful seizure, yet he required them desperately.

"I need time to regain strength first," Anark pressed on. "Returning to the Everstrife Empyrean World speeds it up, where the Empyrean World Will and Ao can aid me."

But prior to further words—

Noah denied with a head shake.

Instantly, the Red King Eyes blazed with intense radiance.

A rift tore open in the void behind him.

The Endless River of the Flow's essence cascaded forth,

gushing as a golden torrent straight into Noah's form.

Fractured bones knit together.

Drained vitality roared back fiercely.

His injuries sealed swiftly.

Then Noah approached, pressing his palm to Anark's torso.

Golden power radiated from his hand.

The True Primordial's bodily and soul wounds started

healing too.

Shock widened Anark's eyes.

Noah's Flow domain exceeded his expectations in versatility—not just for speed or ruin,

but for revitalizing existence.

About thirty minutes elapsed in the ritual.

Upon conclusion, Anark's physical and spiritual harms neared total erasure.

Evidently, the miracle exacted a toll.

Noah's Red King Eyes dulled markedly.

Anark noted the shift keenly.

"Those eyes hold remarkable power," he commented.

Noah flashed a toothy smile.

"Thanks. Took killing plenty to claim them."

The retort landed so offhandedly it chilled briefly.

But the instant faded.

With both restored to prime state, Noah's grin ebbed away.

A tranquil, intent poise took its place.

Anark appraised him briefly, then assented.

The True Primordial of the Void lifted his palm, resting it softly atop Noah's crown.

Suddenly, Anark's soul quivered.

Spiritual streams poured from his Soul Dimension, invading the Crimson Exarch's soul realm. The energies delved profoundly, striking Noah's core—his Primordial Essence.

Thanks to Anark's peak vigor and Noah's soul at Limit Alpha Omega Overgod tier, transmission outpaced Cain's Spirit Inheritance acquisition.

Ecstasy lit Noah's countenance.

His Primordial Essence quaked as novel might awakened inside.

Soon, his gaze erupted in brilliant luminescence.

His frame shuddered fiercely.

The cosmos shuddered alongside.

Instantly, World Strength flooded the Crimson Exarch's form.

It permeated his entirety.

Every bone.

Every blood droplet.

Every cell.

"Finally..."

Noah murmured, bliss radiating in his smile.

His bond with the universe intensified profoundly.

Reality's grand framework pulsed in response to him.

Yet Noah pressed onward.

His stare intensified as fresh World Strength inundated him.

The divide between his flesh and the cosmos thinned relentlessly.

Frailer.

Frailest.

Till at last—

"BOOM!"

A colossal power surge detonated from Noah's being,

rippling through the void as a stellar shockwave.

Simultaneously, a sheer star materialized above his brow.

It gleamed with arcane glow.

The mark of nascent being.

The inaugural stride to True Primordial status.