The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2516 Black and white lightning

Noah took a deep breath as his gaze settled on the Origin Star hovering above his forehead.

It shimmered faintly, still translucent.

That alone told him everything he needed to know.

He had not yet stepped into the Third Realm of the True Primordial Path.

To cross that threshold, he would need the Inheritance of the Flesh.

Slowly, Noah lowered his eyes toward Anark.

Unlike the smooth and immediate transfer of the Inheritance of Spirit, it was clear that obtaining the second inheritance would not be so simple.

The True Primordial of the Void stared directly into Noah's eyes, his expression calm but firm.

"The instant delivery of the Inheritance of Spirit," Anark began, "can be considered payment for the immediate assistance you provided against the Curse Eaters of the Tenth Empyrean World."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"However, when it comes to the Inheritance of the Flesh... we will need to discuss terms."

A sharp glint flashed across Noah's eyes.

They had already made a deal.

But before he could speak, Anark continued.

"I will keep my word," he said steadily. "But we never specified when I would grant the Inheritance of the Flesh. And given the backlash such a transfer will provoke, I am well within my rights to delay it."

His gaze hardened slightly.

"We may even need to wait until the situation with the Worlds of the Root has been resolved."

Silence followed.

For a few seconds, Noah said nothing.

Then he sighed softly and nodded.

"Fine," he said. "Then let's come to terms."

A faint smile appeared on Anark's face, though his focus did not

waver.

"First," he said, "your role on the battlefield."

His voice carried authority.

"I want you to take command whenever I am not present. Lead the Alliance to the best of your abilities against the forces of the Root... and any other enemies that may threaten the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe."

Noah's eyes sharpened immediately.

The condition sounded simple.

But it was anything but.

There was no time limit.

And the phrase 'when I am not present' was dangerously vague.

It could refer to training.

To injury.

Or even to death.

A faint smile appeared on Noah's lips.

"It seems your time with my brother helped you develop some scheming skills," he said lightly.

Then his expression turned serious.

"I accept that condition," he continued. "I will lead in your absence. But that obligation ends under two circumstances."

His gaze locked onto Anark's.

"Either upon your death... or after the complete destruction of the Worlds of the Root."

Anark frowned slightly.

Although he did not particularly like Noah, there was no denying the Crimson Exarch's capability.

His leadership, his power, and his ability to influence others made

him an invaluable asset in the war against both the Root and the

newly emerged Curse Eaters.

Still, Anark understood that pushing further would only complicate

matters.

After a brief moment, he nodded.

"Very well."

He took a step forward.

"Then I have another condition."

His voice lowered slightly.

"I want your help awakening my Ancestor Lineage."

A brief pause.

"Once that is done, I will grant you the Inheritance of the Flesh."

His eyes narrowed.

"And after that... I want access to the Primordial Sanctuary."

Noah did not hesitate.

"Fine by me."

The Crimson Exarch stepped forward and raised his hand.

Then he placed a single finger between Anark's eyebrows.

In that instant-

The Red King Eyes erupted with overwhelming radiance.

Behind Noah, his Wings of Order pierced into the very fabric of

reality.

A vast structure unfolded.

The Universe Matrix.

It appeared like an infinite spiderweb stretching across existence itself the foundation upon which all reality was built.

Every thread pulsed with cosmic force.

Every intersection represented a law, a possibility, a point of creation.

Yet something was wrong.

Because of the interference from the Worlds of the Root, the will embedded within the matrix had been suppressed.

Silenced.

But that did not matter.

The Power of Order did not require the cooperation of the Universe

Will.

It imposed its own authority.

Noah's eyes glowed brighter and brighter as his consciousness swept

across the cosmic web, searching.

He scanned countless forces.

Countless origins.

Until-

He found it.

One thread shone brighter than all the others.

The rest of the matrix faded away, leaving only that single cosmic

force.

Anark's eyes widened as gazed upon it.

At first glance, it glowed with a golden light, no different from the

other forces within the matrix.

But as he focused-

He saw something deeper.

Within the golden radiance, arcs of black and white lightning

flickered endlessly.

"...Amazing."

The words escaped Anark before he could stop them.

His heart trembled with awe.

Noah nodded slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips.

"It truly is."

He stared at the black and white lightning, his expression shifting into

something more serious.

There was awe in his eyes.

But also respect.

"Primordials are said to be born from stars and novas," Noah began.

"Echoes of the first lifeforms to manifest in the universe. Embodiments of the cosmic explosion that marked the beginning of

time."

He paused.

Then his voice deepened.

"But the truth is different."

He pointed toward the glowing force.

"Your true origin is not the universe itself."

"It is this law."

Anark's eyes widened in shock.

All his life, he had believed that Primordials were natural creations of

the universe.

That they were born directly from its essence.

Yet Noah's words shattered that belief completely.

For a moment, Anark wanted to argue.

To reject what he was hearing.

But when he looked into Noah's eyes-

He saw no deception.

Only certainty.

"The power of that great being was left within the Tenth Empyrean

Suns Universe," Noah continued. "That is why your existence is confined here... and does not appear in any other universe."

Anark remained silent, absorbing every word.

"As for how it reached the Tenth Empyrean Suns Universe in the first

place..."

A faint, almost amused smile appeared on Noah's face.

"Let's just say..."

"The one who gave me and my brother life..."

He paused briefly.

"...fancies himself a collector."