The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2517 The saga of the Primordial Ancestor
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Following that brief quip, the Crimson Exarch's gaze intensified sharply.
He summoned the Power of Order without pause, plunging into the Universe Matrix's weave to extract the core of the black and white lightning.
Next, he directed it straight into Anark.
The True Primordial of the Void's eyes expanded in shock.
In that very moment, black and white lightning overwhelmed his sight. His soul quivered.
His Primordial Essence got drawn into an immense entity—something eternal.
Something surpassing all prior encounters.
What Anark first witnessed... was death.
A mass grave.
Hundreds—nay, thousands—of bodies stacked in oppressive quiet. Decay, rot, and hush reigned over the site.
And amid that boundless expanse of death—
A youth appeared.
His form shattered.
Crippled irreparably.
Flesh ripped, bones fractured, vitality ebbing away.
But right as all seemed lost—
Another silhouette emerged.
A youth bearing a dazzling, unbelievably luminous grin.
And from then on...
Everything transformed.
All feelings inundated Anark's thoughts.
All sentiments.
All ideas.
He wasn't just watching.
He was reliving it.
The black and white lightning dug further into his soul, compelling him to relive the birth of something vastly superior to him.
The following scene emerged.
The same youth now faced a vast sea of abyssal energy. An ocean of shadow.
A dark plasma exuding utter corruption—malice so profound it consumed purity itself.
Nevertheless—
The youth showed no doubt.
He refused to back away.
Fearlessly, he advanced and let the abyss engulf him.
Dark power inundated his frame.
Ripped him asunder.
Remade him anew.
His body mutated.
His being ascended.
He transcended humanity.
The second of the First Supreme Race.
The odyssey pressed on.
Anark lived through it entirely.
Conflicts spanning enormous lands.
Duels with magic lords and elemental titans.
Clashes with three-eyed warriors—entities with bloodlines of horrifying, unfathomable might.
Yet those marked only the start.
Soon arrived a realm governed by angelic hosts.
A kingdom of radiance.
A domain of heavenly might.
Even there—
The youth unleashed ruin.
Myriads of angels perished by his hand.
During that conflict, cosmic tribulation struck him from the universe.
A reckoning.
A ordeal designed to obliterate him.
Yet he withstood it.
He triumphed over it.
Through that—
He unlocked his genuine legacy.
He ascended to Primordial.
Afterward, his path intensified ceaselessly.
He crossed unimaginable domains.
He battled demonic horrors defying sanity.
He didn't just vanquish them—
He dominated them.
Deities crumbled before him.
Whole divine assemblies crumbled.
Annihilation trailed his steps.
Anark endured it all.
Each skirmish. Each conquest.
Each defeat.
It overwhelmed him.
An epic defying reason.
A tale of unbreakable resolve and peerless genius.
From entombment in a communal tomb...
To sovereign over worlds.
To an entity venerated across cosmos.
Still—
The tale persisted.
The sight altered again.
Anark entered a realm of titans.
Colossal entities personifying raw strength.
From there, the path delved into far grimmer horrors.
A plane teeming with monstrosities.
Beasts spawned in inter-universal voids.
Abominations unfit for reality.
Overseeing that horror—
A consciousness.
A presence craving his downfall.
Yearning for his shatter.
His collapse.
His oblivion.
But he persisted.
Against all odds...
Against every insurmountable hurdle...
He advanced relentlessly.
He clashed.
He absorbed.
He prevailed.
He devoured the law-defying abominations.
Until at last—
He towered over all.
His might renewed.
His presence crushing.
His form exalted.
And then—
He confronted a sight that halted even Anark's thoughts.
A being beyond grasp.
Its scale dwarfed full Empyrean Worlds.
Its presence shattered Third Realm bounds.
Its strength unmatched.
Surpassing all Anark knew.
Upon the entity's brow—
Stars gleamed.
Golden stars.
Distinct from Primordials' silver Origin Stars.
These signified loftier transcendence.
This transcended mere fusion of mortal and cosmos.
This entity embodied both inseparably.
Mortal and cosmos.
One.
Unrivaled.
A title resounded in Anark's psyche.
'Lord of Emptiness!'
The vision climaxed.
The black and white lightning sea erupted fiercely, saturating Anark's awareness wholly before fusing into his soul.
Then—
It withdrew.
The force diminished.
The sight concluded.
Moments ticked by until Anark's gaze refocused.
Once it did—
All was altered.
"My power remains unchanged," he whispered deliberately. "Yet now... I comprehend."
His tone held reverence.
"And I grasp the Primordial Path's true core... and the way transcending its bounds."
That odyssey etched itself eternally in his mind.
Each insight.
Each revelation.
Gradually, the True Primordial of the Void faced Noah.
Then—
He pressed palms together and bowed profoundly. Far beyond a deal.
To behold his race's genesis...
To feel that path through his own essence...
It felt holy.
A divine epiphany. Noah replied with a mere nod.
His eyes then narrowed faintly upon Anark.
The intent rang clear.
The moment arrived.
Anark acted swiftly.
His frame swelled massively. Bigger.
And bigger.
Exceeding a Primary World's scale.
He dwarfed even the gigantic remains once held in Aether.
Undeniable proof—
He eclipsed his past limits.
Assuming a lotus pose amid the emptiness, Anark nodded faintly.
Noah struck without delay.
The Crimson Exarch pierced skin, sinew, and skeleton seamlessly.
He penetrated deep into Anark's core.
Deeper.
Onward.
Until—
He arrived at the core.
A raging bloodstream roared through the enormous heart.
Every throb unleashed boundless might.
Vitality.
Core essence.
Primordial force. Noah secured himself in that rush.
He let the deluge envelop him.
And with it—
The True Primordial of the Void's vitality and lineage essence started to stir.