The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2535 The path back home

The clash hovering over the Immortal Nirvana Stronghold in the Eighth Realm etched an indelible mark into the realm's history for endless ages ahead. This marked the Scarlet King's inaugural public emergence—the enigmatic figure from the Ninth Realm—who had deceived the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom, seized the Nirvana Crown Prince, and confronted the full force of the realm single-handedly. Amid that fierce confrontation, he pulled off the impossible: slaying the Realm Ruler.

Following that world-shattering occurrence, an eerie quiet descended upon the Eighth Realm. The Alpha Omega Overgods—entities who had dominated with total assurance—slipped into seclusion, gripped by dread that the Scarlet King might resume his pursuit. However, no additional reports surfaced. No appearances, no slaughters, no echoes of his fearsome might. It felt like he had erased himself from reality altogether.

That vanishing act spawned a power void, and as nature always detests such gaps,

the inevitable followed.

Civil war.

With the demise of Damian and the Eternal Soul King, the Eternal Soul Kingdom suffered the loss of its key figures. Leadership crumbled, structure splintered—yet the capital endured. Inside that capital lurked vast treasures, age-old secrets, and deep enigmas. Such allure proved irresistible to the other forces across the Eight Realms.

Factions swiftly emerged as armies collided. Bonds formed and shattered within mere hours. The mighty devoured the frail, while peers betrayed each other amid insatiable avarice. The earth drank deep of blood as myriad powerhouses battled and perished, all vying for the spoils of the toppled kingdom.

Amid the surface-level slaughter, the Scarlet King

lurked concealed at the Time Lake's depths.

To the casual observer, immersion in the sky-blue sun appeared to spare him injury. Reality proved far grimmer. Cain had wielded Null Eternum's might to freeze cause and effect, shoving the harm down the timeline. He applied the same trick to the rebound from firing off two Chaos Arts in one day.

The outcome wasn't immunity to wounds—but their delay.

And the toll was colossal.

Luckily, the Omen of Time's power had permeated every cell in Cain's frame. Time River waters ceaselessly revitalized him, staving off total breakdown and offering recovery prospects.

Still, a month and a half elapsed before his eyes at last fluttered open.

Consciousness surged back, unleashing pain barrages from all angles. His form quivered under the nerve-wracking torment. Wakefulness didn't signal healing—not by a long shot.

A subtle scowl crossed Cain's features as he assessed his state. Fists balled tight, he felt the lethargic blood circulation and concealed rifts buried in his tissues.

"It will take a few more months before I return to my peak," he murmured to himself.

A soft sigh slipped from his mouth.

His Royal Blutlinie Body stood as his mightiest shell,

poised to breach the Fourth Realm via the Sacred Treasure's boost. However, in terms of healing and restoration, it trailed his alternate constitutions badly.

"My Crimson World's body possesses the life force Scarlet Throne. My Primordial Body has the Samsara Runic Set... but this one..."

A profound gleam danced in his gaze.

He was already plotting a solution to this flaw—though success stayed in doubt.

Shaking off distractions, Cain recentered.

With a hand gesture, eighteen Ancestor Drops materialized ahead, each pulsing with vast potency. Harvested from the hearts of slain Royal Blutlinie foes that withstood obliteration.

"I have spent a long time stabilizing my foundation," he pondered steadily. "Through natural cultivation, I have refined it to perfection. I can absorb these without risking weakness or contamination of my Perfect Ancestor Drops."

He nodded affirmatively, conjuring scarlet blaze to shape a globe encasing the drops. Flames purged dross, distilling their core to utmost purity.

While the blaze labored, Cain fetched assorted cadavers and commenced devouring them.

Direct cultivation boosts eluded him from these, yet they hailed from Alpha Omega Overgods. Even deceased, their meat brimmed with exceptional vitality and essence—ample to hasten mending and sustain his physique.

Days flowed by.

Fueled by relentless vitality streams, his healing accelerated wildly. Strength surged, propelling him firmly toward Alpha Omega Overgod Rank's zenith.

Three weeks later, a mighty quake rippled across the Time

River.

Energy burst forth from the abyss.

Cain's eyes snapped open, glowing with intense light. His heart

thrummed like a battle drum, every pulse surging torrents of power across his frame. Every muscle within him surged with fresh

vigour.

A broad grin stretched over his features.

He hadn't just healed—he had eclipsed his former zenith.

The strain from his recent clash had driven him to shatter his boundaries repeatedly, unlocking all traces of his hidden prowess.

Now, the fruits of that labour were his.

And this marked merely the start.

His eyes turned to the Ancestor Drops in front of him. Despite the refinement, they stayed massive and brimming with might, proof of the colossal strength their former bearers wielded.

One droplet especially caught his attention.

The one extracted from Shakra's heart.

It loomed almost double the size of the rest, its aura so fierce it

appeared to warp the void nearby.

"With this," Cian mused, "I can breakthrough to the Late Alpha Omega Overgod Rank effortlessly... and at last head back to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe."

That notion made his heart quiver.

Years had passed since he'd laid eyes on his kin and comrades. He'd been thrust into Paradise as the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe faced a dire conflict. No clue what had transpired after.

Yet one truth stood firm.

Return he must.

Drawing in a profound breath, he calmed his thoughts.

"Fully restored now, absorbing these drops should pose no problem."

His hand reached out for one—

Then abruptly halted.

His gaze sharpened.

Gradually, he raised his sight to the heavens over the Time Lake.