The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2523 Fourth Realm spell

Ancestor Domains represented the ultimate pinnacle of the Royal Blutlinie Path.

Far beyond mere techniques or abilities, they embodied total supremacy. They unleashed the Ancestor Drop completely onto reality, forging a realm where the wielder transcended all laws of being.

Within such a domain, the user escaped the chains of natural order.

The user commanded it.

This bestowed power that shattered the boundaries of the Third Realm. Unlike Cain's fleeting surges of Fourth Realm velocity, an Ancestor Domain offered something infinitely deeper.

It offered no mere peek into the Fourth Realm.

It was absolute rule.

To challenge such might truly, one required transforming their whole body into the Fourth Realm-and even then, it might fall short.

This superiority marked why Royal Blutlinie outshone other supreme races.

And those attaining the supreme zenith-those unleashing their racial might to the fullest-

They ascended to something superior.

An Apex Race.

Cain's gaze intensified as the Power of Chaos and the Flow sharpened his senses. His vision cut through the chaos of battle, fixing on the enormous dark orb overhead-the collision of two Ancestor Domains.

Every vibration.

Every wave.

Every shred of energy.

He scrutinized them all, seeking the tiniest nugget of wisdom.

For he craved that power.

He required it.

As a Perfect Ancestor Drop Royal Blutlinie, manifesting his own domain wasn't a question of if-

It was certain.

Yet not at this moment.

Talent posed no barrier.

Potential wasn't the issue.

Comprehension was.

Unlocking an Ancestor Domain demanded perfect grasp of one's Ancestor Power-its essence, its source, its core

tenets.

Such profound understanding...

Required time.

Thus, most attained it only at the Limit Alpha Omega Overgod Rank, after a grueling journey intertwined with their power.

Certainly, exceptions existed.

Prodigies like the Nirvana Crown Prince unlocked it at the Peak Alpha Omega Overgod stage.

Legends persisted too-rumors of extraordinary talents from existence's profound depths-who manifested it at the Late Alpha Omega

Overgod Rank.

Lower than that?

No records existed.

No tales circulated.

No legends spoke of it.

Manifesting it at the Middle Alpha Omega Overgod stage was deemed

unthinkable.

Even Cain...

Despite his immense talent...

All his edges...

Refused to believe he could shatter that barrier.

Not yet, at least.

But as myriad thoughts raced through his mind-

His eyes snapped into focus.

The earth below him shattered.

A colossal root burst forth abruptly, surging with horrifying velocity. It struck too swiftly-too unexpectedly-to fully dodge.

He just managed to lift his arm for protection.

Collision.

The impact overwhelmed.

As if hammered by a barrage of a thousand plummeting meteors.

Cain hurtled across the battlefield, slicing through the air before slamming into the stronghold's walls. He punched right through, carving a huge gap as he rolled chaotically down the streets.

Warriors from the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom scowled at the sight.

The Red King wielded undeniable might.

Yet endurance...

That wasn't his forte.

Such a strike could pulverize the ribs of their toughest fighters.

Should he perish here...

The fight would grow perilous.

Particularly with the domain duel overhead unresolved.

On the opposing side-

Damian grinned fiercely.

A broad, gore-smeared smile split his features.

He had poured all his effort into hiding that strike-reserving it for the ideal instant.

Yet it succeeded.

'I need to press the advantage!'

Without pause, Damian charged ahead, plunging into the soil. The ground obeyed his command, boosting his pace as he glided through it like a specter.

In moments, he breached the stronghold.

Trailing him, enormous roots-each rivaling mountains in scale-ascended and pursued.

They crashed down on Cain's crash site with ruinous power.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

Each blow quaked the whole stronghold.

"More! More! MORE!"

Damian bellowed, driving his Ancestor Power to the brink.

The ground quaked fiercely.

Volcanoes encircling the stronghold detonated, erupting skyward as if called by godly decree. Torrents of blazing lava rushed in, merging into the onslaught as all targeted Cain's spot.

Then-

"BOOOOOOO000000000000MMMMMM!"

A cataclysmic blast consumed the battlefield.

Fires blazed outward, surges of searing lava fanning everywhere. Any Blutlinie ensnared burned to cinders instantly, bodies turned to dust.

As the blaze at last receded...

Hush descended.

Even the aerial clash halted briefly as fighters from both factions glanced at the stronghold.

The view shocked them.

Almost a third lay in ruins.

Replaced by-

A vast, charred depression.

The ground shook as Damian rose from the wreckage. He had lingered near the heart, directing his assault's total fury. Risky...

But justified.

His stare fixed instantly on the crater's core.

Where the Red King ought to lie.

Thrill coursed through him.

That strike...

His mightiest possible.

A hit potent enough to maim or slay even Shakra or the Nirvana Crown Prince. Nothing should remain.

Just a shattered, charred remains.

Yet as the haze dispersed...

What emerged-

Rendered all mute.

In the crater's midst...

A golden lotus unfurled.

Thirty-three lustrous petals spread wide, twenty-nine shining with holy splendor. Encircling it, immense crimson plasma wings enfolded guardedly, safeguarding the heart.

The glow defied words.

It throbbed with might-

With laws-

With an aura matching an Ancestor Domain's grandeur.

"He can release spells with the power of the Fourth Realm!?"

"What kind of monster is that...?"

The skyborne Royal Blutlinie brimmed with wonder-and dread.

None more so than Damian.

His pulse raced.

His gut yelled.

I need to run. The urge hit at once.

He had expended his ultimate strike. And it flopped.

One conclusion followed.

Should he linger...

Death awaited inevitably.