The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2522 Dual Ancestor Domain

Cain's grin broadened as he sensed the complete power of his acceleration.

His speed had long been at an exceptional level. Endless body tempering combined with his constant Asura Form in the Third Realm had driven him to the absolute peak possible—right up to Half-Step Fourth Realm velocity.

However...

Everything changed now.

This surpassed simple physical training.

It was the Flow.

Cain couldn't yet fully submerge his body into the Endless River of the Flow. Such complete fusion eluded him still. Yet, that very constraint turned into his strength.

Through partial overlap with that realm, letting mere pieces of himself merge with the Endless River, he could "borrow" its movement.

And the Endless River...

Never ceased its flow.

By syncing with its stream, Cain layered his own velocity onto an eternally surging motion.

The outcome was horrifying.

His speed now touched Fourth Realm levels.

Maybe just the bare minimum—but it was Fourth Realm nonetheless. Unlike his brother's Flow Teleportation, this lacked the erratic, perfect dodging

or sudden, impossible shifts.

Yet what it provided...

Was momentum.

Crushing, relentless momentum.

With this, Cain could shred barriers built to endure Limit Alpha Omega Overgods, then channel all that velocity into brutal, destructive power.

After all—

Force equaled mass times acceleration.

And his acceleration had leaped into an entirely new domain.

Cain surged ahead without pause.

Damian still flew through the air from the last strike, yet Cain closed in instantly.

This clash formed just one piece of a grander scheme.

For that scheme to triumph...

Damian needed to perish.

Swiftly.

The White Mantle from Null Eternal ignited, its energy flooding Cain's frame. Even if Damian withstood the Quietus Force's full deadliness, its impacts couldn't be wholly dismissed. Time.

Motion.

Responses.

All dragged under its sway.

Cain turned into a blaze of white and gold—a deadly comet streaking

over the field of battle.

Far overhead, the Eternal Soul King ground his teeth.

His elder sibling was mighty—adept, battle-hardened—but missed a vital edge.

No Ancestor Domain.

And worse still...

He lacked the bodily prowess to match that velocity.

The Eternal Soul King yearned to step in.

Yet he couldn't.

The Nirvana Crown Prince blocked him.

Even if the Crown Prince eyed the Red King for his own schemes, those could pause. For now, Cain's dominant might served their alliance.

At the fight's start, Eternal Soul Kingdom forces brimmed with assurance—their ranks superior, home turf unbeatable.

Triumph appeared certain.

But now...

That assurance vanished.

Seeing the Red King's fearsome prowess, Immortal Nirvana Kingdom Knights felt their spirits soar.

Cain was a wildcard.

Erratic.

Ungovernable.

But that was irrelevant.

Control wasn't required.

Just unleash him.

And let him excel at his specialty.

Kill.

"BOOOOOOOM!"

Yet another blast ripped through the battlefield.

A golden kick smashed Damian's collarbone, hurling him savagely into the dirt. The crash splintered the ground,

carving a huge crater.

Damian clenched his jaw, agony flickering over his features.

Earth's power rushed into him, mending his fractured bones, steadying his wounds.

But it fell short.

Quietus Force's white flames already crept through him—slyly, relentlessly. His actions lagged. His mind fogged.

And facing Cain...

Any delay equaled death.

No chance to heal.

No moment to plan.

For the Red King struck again.

"DAMMIT!"

Damian bellowed, stomping the earth.

The ground obeyed at once.

Towering, razor-sharp roots burst forth, thousands strong, each thick as a fortress. They lunged at Cain like giant lances, turning the sky into a lethal thicket of thrusts.

Cain merely grinned.

The roots moved swiftly.

Astonishingly swift.

And thousands assaulted.

His frame, though tough, wasn't unbreakable. A solid strike could still harm.

But it didn't signify.

As every root approached, the White Mantle's power decelerated it—barely enough.

Enough for his dodge.

He danced through the barrage with ease, slipping past strikes while keeping his drive.

Nearer.

Nearer.

And then—

In one heartbeat's span—

Flow Speed activated once more.

One instant afar. The next—

Collision.

Damian sensed the strike hammer his chest with irresistible might.

Ribs cracked apart as he rocketed across the field, gouging the terrain and pulverizing mountain chains.

Cain stopped, breathing out steadily.

"The acceleration's still tricky to handle..." he murmured. "But I'm adapting."

His soul and thoughts held immense strength.

But directing a form at Fourth Realm pace...

That proved far tougher.

Exactly why this fight counted.

was practice.

Refinement.

Mastery.

For a split second, Cain glanced skyward.

Above the chaos, the Eternal Soul King and Nirvana Crown Prince's duel had intensified wildly. Their Ancestor Powers boiled, raging fiercer every moment.

And then—

It struck.

"ANCESTOR DOMAIN!"

"ANCESTOR DOMAIN!"

Their shouts echoed together.

From Ancestor Eyes poured waves of unfathomable force.

In a blink, twin dark barriers smashed, merging into one enormous globe.

It ballooned outward.

Irresistibly.

A swelling sphere of destruction.

Both sides' Royal Blutlinie bolted away at top speed. They understood—trapped in that domain clash spelled doom.

Within three pulses—

Growth halted.

The sphere steadied. And its scale...

Vast enough to swallow a whole moon.