The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2545 Ancestor Domain (I)

As soon as Cain stopped moving, the space nearby quaked fiercely.

The immense force of his speed warped the atmosphere, producing waves that swept through the sky like surges battering a hidden coast. He hovered amid the clouds, near enough to the Dark Blood Kingdom's capital to witness the drama below with perfect clarity.

His eyes fixed on the central plaza.

There-

The trio of Royal Guards lay bound in chains.

Satan, Hades, and Morningstar.

Their forms bore heavy wounds, their energies dimmed, but they remained standing—unyielding. Hovering over them was a colossal hand crafted from shadows, exuding a vibe of total destruction.

Cain's gaze sharpened a bit.

"In such a state... just one strike from the Dark Blood King's Ancestor Power would wipe them out completely," he pondered. "Body and soul alike."

For an instant, quiet filled his mind.

Then-

A steely, resolute intent emerged.

Cain stayed silent.

No feelings showed on his face.

Instead, he gradually adjusted his stance, settling into a meditation pose high in the air. Legs folded, breaths evened out, and his aura turned profoundly serene.

His left and right eyes shut.

Just his Ancestor Eye stayed open.

Behind him, the Chaos Wings burst forth, their energy thickening moment by moment as they synced with the Universe Matrix.

Deep below, the Dark Blood King grinned.

Watching the Scarlet King pause gave him a taste of dominance, a short-lived confidence that his warning had succeeded. Yet that sensation vanished fast when he spotted Cain's stance.

The immobility.

The hush.

The building might.

"What's he up to?" the Dark Blood King mused, his forehead creasing.

He couldn't figure it out.

No matter how intently he watched, no clear explanation appeared. Briefly, he thought of barking another order—forcing the Scarlet King to leave the continent altogether—but he restrained himself. The Scarlet King's powers hid in enigma, and pressing too hard might spark an unforeseen backlash.

Prudence was essential.

His eyes shifted to the Sacred Armor encasing Cain's frame, and a spark of jealousy lit in his stare.

How?

How did the Scarlet King track down every shard of the Sacred Treasure in the Ninth Realm—right in his territory?

Even more astonishing, how did he snatch those pieces from the Nirvana Crown Prince and the Eternal Soul King personally?

The queries hung in the air.

But in the end-

They meant nothing.

The Dark Blood King breathed out steadily, shoving those notions away. Speculation had no place now.

Action was required now.

His scheme was already underway.

Stalling the Scarlet King was merely the opening move. He couldn't hold that stance forever.

The real aim was straightforward:

Acquire time.

Time for his dispatch to arrive in the Seventh Realm.

Time for outside aid to arrive.

No need to battle the Scarlet King solo when another bore even deeper grudge against him.

The Immortal Nirvana King.

The Seventh Realm's sovereign outstripped the Eternal Soul King in might by far. Rumors held that he had elevated every facet of his body to the Fourth Realm.

A horrifying powerhouse.

He hadn't stepped into the Eighth Realm himself only because Sixth Realm foes had breached his lands.

But soon that would shift.

Upon hearing his son—the Nirvana Crown Prince—had fallen captive to the Scarlet King, he wouldn't sit still.

Retribution would follow.

And the Dark Blood King planned to exploit it.

Others might label it cowardice.

He didn't mind.

Not with his survival on the line.

"Two years," he reflected. "That should suffice."

Sufficient for the word to reach the Immortal Nirvana King. Sufficient for that dread entity to storm into the Ninth Realm.

To the Dark Blood King, who had secluded himself in cultivation for ages, two years was trivial. He trusted he could sustain this deadlock that long.

A vast barrier shielded the whole kingdom, its strength pulsing over the territory to block any outright breach. Scores of Alpha Omega Overgods watched every shift, poised to attack instantly.

And above everything-

He gripped the Royal Guards still.

"Should he shatter it all... I'll end them right away," the Dark Blood King mused icily.

"He obviously values them." Seeing their demise—

It would strike him.

Maybe for the needed span.

Span enough to ensnare him.

The Ancestor Eye on the Dark Blood King's brow shimmered softly as his musings wrapped up.

From his informants' updates, the Scarlet King wielded immense strength—but even he had shunned clashes with the Ancestor Domains of the Eternal Soul King and the Nirvana Crown

He hadn’t confronted the Prince head-on. Rather, he’d used cunning tricks to wear down and deplete their abilities.

That single fact revealed a vulnerability ripe for exploitation.

A Fourth Realm physique could shatter inside an Ancestor

Domain.

Particularly his own.

A realm of pure Emptiness.

In that space, directions like up or down ceased to exist.

No illumination, no noise, no sensations at all.

Just infinite nothingness.

And in that nothingness, the Dark Blood King would dominate utterly—free to materialize and disappear freely, launching attacks from every angle without notice.

Should he manage to ensnare the Scarlet King within—triumph would follow.

Yet it remained a perilous wager.

Unleashing his Ancestor Domain demanded a massive surge of energy. Failure to seize Cain inside it would leave him unable to activate it once more.

And lacking it—

Death would claim him swiftly.

Moments ticked away. Hours dragged on.

A full twenty of them.

Suddenly—

Far up in the heavens—

Cain’s eyes snapped open.

The Universe Matrix bloomed around him, immense and limitless, merging seamlessly with his Chaos Wings as their forces blended into a vastly superior might.

His stare held utter tranquility.

Unwavering. Then his voice rang out.

"Chaos of Karma."

As soon as the words escaped, the Dark Blood King’s instincts blared in alarm.

peril.

Imminent peril.

A raw impulse flooded him, urging immediate action—to halt whatever horror the Scarlet King was about to release.

But the moment had already passed.

The three Royal Guards’ eyes gleamed brightly.

An odd sharpness pierced their minds.

Next—

Their forms crumpled.

Without life.

The Dark Blood King had braced for endless scenarios.

He’d envisioned every tactic, every snare, pushing his foresight to its utmost bounds. He’d foreseen betrayal, brute strength, even self-sacrifice, but one outcome had eluded his thoughts entirely.

He’d never foreseen the Scarlet King slaying his own followers.

It defied all logic.

A torrent of wrath and exasperation exploded inside him, too fierce to suppress. A deafening bellow erupted from his throat, laced with loathing and rage, rattling the capital and resounding through the whole realm.

His eyes lifted fiercely to the skies.

There floated the Scarlet King, grinning.

That smirk struck like blatant scorn.

"You!" the Dark Blood King bellowed, shedding his poise as fury consumed him. "You’re just a savage beast. You butcher your faithful servants the instant they outlive their purpose. No rational soul would ever align with you after witnessing such cruelty!"

His words brimmed with rebuke and disdain, echoing to every nook of the Ninth Realm.

Cain remained unmoved.

The charges slid off him, as did the verdicts from onlookers. The views of myriad realm-dwellers held zero weight for him. Still, he grasped the Dark Blood King’s mental fragility, opting for a reply beyond mere speech.

With serene grace, Cain lifted his palm. Golden radiance coalesced in a flash, forming three vivid shapes that lingered over his shoulders. Though tiny, their identities were undeniable: one a human-like figure, another a horn-eyed dragon, and the last a armored dino-warrior shining with glory.

The instant they materialized, the Dark Blood King’s face twisted in shock.

"That is impossible..." he whispered, conviction draining from his tone.

He gaped at the shapes, powerless to refute the sight. Those were unmistakably the Royal Guards’ Primordial Essences. For entities of their caliber, bodily ruin or soul fragmentation didn’t spell finality. With Primordial Essence preserved, revival was feasible, often with their core traits—and occasionally amplified promise.

Cain’s intent crystallized.

He hadn’t forsaken them. He’d reclaimed them.

Dread rippled through the nearby Royal Blutlinie and Alpha Omega Overgods. No one had detected a thing at the Guards’ demise. No energy ripple, no overt meddling, no hint of essence harvest. That undetected subtlety chilled them deepest.

If the Scarlet King could pluck the Royal Guards’ Primordial Essence unseen, a horrifying prospect loomed. He might strip theirs too, erasing their vital cores before resistance dawned. That notion eroded their assurance and sapped their determination.

From on high, Cain watched their turmoil with a subtle grin. Truly, his feat succeeded solely because the Royal Guards linked to his own Primordial Essence. Their very being bound to him since creation, which

He could reclaim them even following death. Replicating that on other Alpha Omega Overgods lay beyond his present power. Still, no need existed to spell it out.

Fear benefited him greatly.

Now that the Royal Guards' threat had vanished, nothing was left to

hold him back. The barrier the Dark Blood King had depended on

had ceased to be. Coldness sharpened Cain's gaze as murderous intent erupted inside him, and he launched ahead without a second thought. Like a fiery comet, his figure ripped across the heavens at astonishing velocity as

he narrowed the gap to the Dark Blood Kingdom. Nothing stood in his way this time, and the long-postponed clash was poised to ignite at last.