The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2536 Nightmare Sacred Kingdom

Golden and scarlet radiance shimmered in Cain's eyes as he detected an incoming presence.

The figure evaded detection by his soul and senses, signaling superior stealth techniques. Nevertheless, the Power of Chaos and the Flow pierced through the intruder's expertise. Still, Cain discerned only a hazy outline, confirming beyond doubt that this individual possessed immense might.

Naturally, the Time Lake wasn't completely forsaken. Despite its isolation, it drew cultivators pursuing insights or healing. Just having someone nearby didn't automatically imply they hunted for Cain.

Such doubt evaporated instantly.

The stranger's stare locked onto the Time Lake's depths—straight at Cain's resting position.

Then, their gazes collided.

Shock flashed across both their faces.

Cain felt true astonishment. All his hiding efforts—and the typical alerts from the Power of Karma—had failed against this unknown foe who located him anyway.

Meanwhile, the enigmatic sky-suspended form was stunned too, as the Scarlet King had sensed him and now glared directly back.

Silence dominated.

Seconds passed with their eyes fixed on each other, auras gradually surging. Nearby space quaked from the unseen force, Time Lake waters churning like they responded to two primordial powers stirring.

At last, Cain acted.

A simple hand gesture gathered the Ancestor Drops; then he shot skyward from the depths, materializing in the air. The Sacred Treasure stayed buried in his body, fully masked, ready to appear with a mere thought.

Confronting the arrival directly, Cain examined him intently.

Handsome beyond measure, the man sported flowing long white hair and a third crimson eye on his forehead—a hallmark of the Royal Blutlinie Race. Yet the most striking feature was the complex tattoos etched over his entire form, pulsing softly with archaic energy.

"A Runic Set?" Cain pondered, his face growing somewhat grave. Runic Sets weren't rare in Paradise—after all, this cosmos boasted a society surpassing the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. But for one to aid an Alpha Omega Overgod, its creator's prowess had to near the Third Realm's pinnacle.

Masters like that were incredibly scarce.

Even in Paradise.

Cain remained ignorant of the Runic Set's powers, yet one fact stood firm—this fellow hailed from a faction vastly surpassing the Eternal Soul Kingdom... outstripping even the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom of the Seventh Realm.

"I must stay cautious," Cain mused. "Yet weakness cannot be revealed."

Coldness filled his eyes as he advanced a step. His voice then boomed like thunder through the heavens.

"Who are you... and why are you coming after me?"

As his words ended, his aura exploded outward. The power of

Null Eternum emerged, warping time over the whole area. White flames danced around him, bending causality. The stranger's look intensified.

The white fire's effects started seeping into his thoughts—but instantly, his third eye blazed. Veins throbbed on his face and head like squirming worms under skin while raw power burst inside, demolishing the psychic assault and nullifying Null Eternum.

"I am Deniel," the man stated evenly, tone firm and icy. "Third Sword of the Nightmare Sacred Kingdom."

Cain's fists clenched upon hearing that.

Myriad kingdoms spanned Paradise's Nine Realms—thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Sacred Kingdoms, though, stood apart.

Only four existed.

The cause was straightforward.

Only four Sacred Kings of Chaos and Order prevailed.

Few entities could instill caution in Cain—but genuine Fourth Realm beings ranked among them.

Elevating one facet of existence to the Fourth Realm—like body or a power—already marked supreme success. Full Fourth Realm transformation was another level.

Such entities transcended universal laws.

Universes could be forged by them.

They traversed the Emptiness past the Universal Wall—

where top Third Realm powers would die in mere hours or days.

"What might they seek from me?" Cain pondered. "I avoided their matters entirely. Sacred Treasures from

lower realms seldom catch their eye..."

Myriad ideas raced in his head, swiftly quelled. His stare hardened as he addressed him once more.

"Why would a force as formidable as the Nightmare Sacred Kingdom

seek out a person like me?"

Deniel showed no delay.

"I have no idea," he answered coldly. "It makes no difference. My orders are to bring you to the Second Realm."

He stopped for a moment, his face growing icier still.

"Take ten minutes to handle your matters... then follow me."

His voice carried finality.

This wasn't a request. No bargaining here.

An command was being delivered.

In Deniel's view, Cain's desire to go held no weight.

When a Sacred Kingdom issued such a directive, defiance proved futile. Most in the Royal Blutlinie would rage at first-yet ultimately submit. No offspring of Paradise would challenge the Sacred Kings of Chaos and Order.

Yet Cain stood apart from the rest.

"What happens if I refuse?"

His tone stayed serene-though the meaning burned fierce.

Never before had those words echoed in this scenario.

Until this instant.

Icy determination gleamed in Cain's gaze while murderous aura erupted from his

form. Null Eternum's white flames burst forth encircling him,

distorting time and space with their surging might.

The heavens shook.

Beneath, the Time Lake roiled in fury.