The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2550 Chaos Scarlet Throne (I)

Perched atop Cain's shoulders, the three Royal Guards alternated their stares between him and the crimson Ocean of the Blood Sun far below. They sensed it vividly—a colossal event teetered on the brink. Not one dared utter a sound. Any minor interruption might derail the ritual their master was poised to unleash, and that heavy truth bound their tongues.

Cain drew a deep breath, calming his thoughts while his attention fixed firmly on the immense red sea.

Though his Primordial Essence and soul had long ago been

moved into his Royal Blutlinie body, the Ocean of the Blood Sun stayed an inseparable part of him. No true divide existed; it mirrored his heart or mind perfectly. This profound link rendered it ideal.

Originally, the Scarlet Throne, Flow, and Asura Form were inherited powers from his prior life. Yet Cain never depended only on such legacies. Across his path, he relentlessly honed and remolded them, blazing his unique trail.

He had achieved this already with the Flow. In the Red King's Sacred Dimension, he delved deeper into its secrets, and later in the Endless River, he elevated it further, crafting a form exclusively his.

The Asura Form followed the identical pattern. Beyond mastery, he devised adaptations for his Primordial, Neo-Demon, and Neo-Hybrid bodies. Meeting the Masked Race unlocked its core truths, allowing seamless fusion as a passive trait in his Royal Blutlinie body.

His Asura Path training propelled that advancement to greater extremes.

By logic, the Scarlet Throne must adhere to the same rule. Even being an inheritance, Cain could discover means to craft it himself

on his own.

Yet this marked the true onset of hardship.

Differing from the Flow or Asura Form, the Scarlet Throne drew from laws surpassing the Third Realm. Prior to Paradise, Cain deemed it a mere pinnacle Third Realm technique. Now, his widened comprehension exposed reality—it was purely a Fourth Realm force.

The epiphany fit flawlessly. At heart, the Scarlet Throne crafted a realm trapping souls eternally in isolated reincarnation loops. It spurned life's and death's basic edicts, dictating its rule over being itself.

A marvel like that couldn't emerge from the Third Realm.

Forming the framework for such vast power usually demanded a authentic Fourth Realm entity's strength.

Still, the Scarlet King required no blank slate.

Across centuries, he commanded the Scarlet Thrones of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and Crimson World alike. Their cores, frameworks, and laws etched profoundly into his soul and Primordial Essence. His present cultivation enabled drawing on that lore as bedrock.

"The Scarlet Throne of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe," Cain murmured, his voice calm yet distant, "was primarily connected to the Aspect of Will, and secondarily to the Aspect of Soul. That is why it manifested as the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan's heart."

Morningstar, Satan, and Hades hung on every word, aware Cain spoke not to them. He articulated his musings, dissecting the tenets gradually. "The Scarlet Throne of the Crimson World," he pressed on, "was forged

within my own heart. It was tied to the Aspect of Body and served as a secondary anchor for my life force, granting me those terrifying regenerative abilities."

Silence enveloped Cain thereafter, his brow creasing faintly as he plunged into the recollections and wisdom housed in his Primordial Essence. These insights, once beyond his frail grasp, now aligned under his bolstered might and cultivation.

Days slipped away in absolute hush.

The Royal Guards remained immobile, voiceless, and unquestioning. They just stood vigil.

Finally, Cain's eyes fluttered open, ablaze with luminous insight nearing divine revelation.

"At their core," he uttered deliberately, "both of those thrones were manifestations of the Power of Order. They bind others to a world under my control-a domain where my will is absolute, where even death cannot occur unless I permit it."

For Cain, the Power of Order lingered veiled in enigma. He grasped its equality to Chaos, yet his command remained constrained.

Countless moments had seen him harness the Power of Order against hopeless battles, overturning titanic foes—like his solitary clash with the Imperium of Time.

However, each occasion he employed them, a transformation in his mind and personality became palpable. True mastery eluded him.

In his lifetime, the Scarlet King had witnessed merely two true Masters of Order.

Memories flooded back of the clash with Dark Sky in Aether, along with his initial venture into the Heart of the Root. In those instances, some other being seized control of his form and commanded the Power of Order with such exquisite skill that it seemed almost dreamlike even now.

To this day, he remained far from attaining that prowess.

The other one was his brother.

In contrast to Cain, whose bond with Order frequently quelled his

emotions, his brother achieved flawless equilibrium. Order could be harnessed by him without losing his human essence, and crucially, he blended it effortlessly with the Flow to birth techniques of horrifying

intricacy and might.

Discouragement evaded Cain nonetheless.

The path of Order did not belong to him.

Chaos defined his way.

"If Order serves to craft a Scarlet Throne," Cain declared, his

eyes gleaming with unyielding determination, "Chaos shall forge an equal triumph, merely in another shape."

Within his thoughts, the concept stood fully formed. All that lingered was the act of realization.

"I possess the structure. I hold the strength. It's time to manifest it

into being."

A profound breath escaped Cain as he lifted his hand.

In the instant that followed, the heavens quaked.

Myriads upon myriads of corpses materialized, hovering mid-air

before plummeting like a savage deluge into the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Their vast quantity astounded, swelling ceaselessly to hundreds of millions.

Cain persisted undeterred.

No gradual sprouting from a tiny seed would suffice for this.

Crafting a Scarlet Throne attuned to Chaos demanded completion in one fell stroke—propelling it straight to authentic Fourth Realm

status.

Such a feat demanded energy beyond imagination.

Beyond mere energy, it craved life force, essence, and offerings vast enough to shatter understanding.

Each of those forms embodied a Blutlinie lifeform, brimming with colossal vitality and might. Solely via their utter annihilation could Cain amass the materials to manifest his grand design

into reality.

Steel entered his stare as he gazed upon the sea, burgeoning with endless cadavers.

Hesitation found no place.

To defy the looming threat, to claim even a faint hope of enduring against a genuine Fourth Realm being, this toll had to be settled.

And settle it he would, without reservation.