The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2517 The saga of the Primordial Ancestor

After uttering that small jest, the eyes of the Crimson Exarch sharpened.

Without hesitation, he invoked the Power of Order, reaching into the fabric of the Universe Matrix and drawing forth the essence of the black and white lightning.

Then he began to channel it into Anark.

The eyes of the True Primordial of the Void widened.

In the next instant, the black and white lightning flooded his vision. His soul trembled.

His Primordial Essence was pulled into something vast-something ancient.

Something far beyond anything he had ever experienced.

The first thing Anark saw... was death.

A mass grave.

Hundreds-no, thousands-of corpses piled together in suffocating stillness. Rot, decay, and silence dominated that place.

And within that endless field of death-

There was a young man.

His body was broken.

Crippled beyond recovery.

His flesh torn, his bones shattered, his life fading.

Yet just when everything seemed to end-

Another figure appeared.

A young man with a radiant, almost impossibly bright smile.

And from that moment...

Everything changed.

Every sensation flooded Anark's mind.

Every emotion.

Every thought.

He was not simply observing.

He was living it.

The black and white lightning burrowed deeper into his soul, forcing him to experience the origin of something far greater than himself.

The next scene unfolded.

The same young man now stood before an ocean of abyssal energy. A sea of darkness.

A black plasma that radiated pure corruption-evil so absolute that it seemed to devour the very concept of purity.

And yet-

The young man did not hesitate.

He did not retreat.

Without fear, he stepped forward and allowed the abyss to consume him.

The dark energy flooded his body.

Tore him apart.

Reforged him.

His flesh transformed.

His existence evolved.

He became something beyond human.

The second member of the First Supreme Race.

The journey continued.

Anark experienced it all.

Battles across vast continents.

Clashes against masters of magic and elemental forces.

Encounters with warriors bearing three eyes-beings whose bloodlines held terrifying, incomprehensible power.

And yet, those were merely the beginning.

Then came a world ruled by angelic beings.

A dominion of light.

A realm of celestial power.

But even there-

The young man brought destruction.

Thousands of angels fell beneath his hands.

And in that war, he faced a tribulation from the universe itself.

A judgment.

A trial meant to erase him.

But he endured.

He surpassed it.

And in doing so-

He awakened his true inheritance.

He became a Primordial.

From that moment onward, his journey only grew more intense.

He traversed realms beyond imagination.

He fought fiendish entities that defied reason.

He did not merely defeat them-

He ruled them.

Gods fell before him.

Entire pantheons collapsed.

Extinction followed in his wake.

Anark experienced everything.

Every battle. Every victory.

Every loss.

It was overwhelming.

A saga that defied logic.

A story of absolute will and unmatched talent.

From being buried alive in a mass grave...

To ruling entire worlds.

To becoming an existence revered across the universe.

And yet-

It still did not end.

The vision shifted once more.

Anark found himself in a world of titans.

Massive beings that embodied the very concept of power.

From there, the journey continued into something even more terrifying.

A dimension filled with abominations.

Monsters born in the spaces between universes.

Creatures that should not exist.

And presiding over that nightmare-

A will.

An entity that actively sought his failure.

That wanted him to break.

To fall.

To disappear.

But he did not.

Despite every disadvantage...

Despite every impossible challenge...

He pushed forward.

He fought.

He devoured.

He overcame.

He consumed the abominations that defied the laws of existence

itself.

Until finally-

He stood above everything.

His power reborn.

His aura overwhelming.

His existence transcendent.

And then-

He appeared before something that made even Anark's mind freeze.

An entity beyond comprehension.

Its size surpassed that of entire Empyrean Worlds.

Its aura exceeded the limits of the Third Realm.

Its power was absolute.

Beyond anything Anark had ever felt.

Above the being's forehead-

There were stars.

Golden stars.

Unlike the silver Origin Stars of Primordials.

These embodied something higher. Something transcendent.

This was not simply a being that had erased the boundary between

man and universe.

This was a being that was both at once.

Man and universe.

Unified.

Absolute.

A name echoed within Anark's mind.

'Lord of Emptiness!

The vision reached its peak.

The ocean of black and white lightning surged violently, flooding

every corner of Anark's consciousness before finally merging into his

soul.

Then-

It began to recede.

The power faded.

The vision ended.

Several minutes passed before Anark's eyes regained focus.

When they did-

Everything had changed.

"My power is the same," he murmured slowly. "But now... I

understand."

His voice carried awe.

"And I see the true essence of the Primordial Path... and the path

beyond its limitations."

Every moment of that journey had been engraved into his mind.

Every lesson.

Every truth.

Slowly, the True Primordial of the Void turned toward Noah.

Then-

He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply. This was no mere transaction.

To witness the origin of his race...

To experience that journey with his own soul...

It was something sacred.

A transcendental revelation. Noah returned the gesture with a simple nod.

Then his gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at Anark.

The meaning was clear.

It was time.

Anark did not hesitate.

His body began to expand. Larger.

And larger.

Until he surpassed the size of a Primary World.

He was even greater than the colossal corpse once contained within Aether.

A clear sign-

He had surpassed his former self.

Adopting a meditative posture in the void, Anark gave a small nod.

Noah moved instantly.

Without hesitation, the Crimson Exarch phased through flesh, muscle, and bone.

He entered directly into Anark's body.

Deeper.

Further.

Until-

He reached the heart.

A torrential flow of blood surged through the massive organ.

Each pulse carried unimaginable power.

Life force.

Essence.

Primordial energy. Noah anchored himself within that flow.

He allowed the torrent to wash over him.

And as it did-

The life force and bloodline essence of the True Primordial of the

Void began to react.