The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2558 The return (II)

A solemn expression settled across Meylin's face as she covered the retreat of the forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance. She had grown tremendously powerful during the Empyrean-Root War. As the only True Depravita, she could channel the vast tides of psychic energy flooding the battlefield, and the constant clash between life and death had pushed her cultivation to soar at an astonishing pace. At times, she even wondered if she might now rival the strength of her teacher, the Demon King.

Yet the tremor they had just witnessed made her feel small.

It was not simply powerful-it was transcendent, as though it belonged to a realm of existence she had yet to even glimpse. The more she reflected on its implications, the heavier the burden pressing upon her shoulders became.

Even though the Crimson Exarch stood as the Warmaster of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance, Meylin could not bring herself to place her full trust in him. Because of that, she pushed herself relentlessly, striving to bear as much responsibility as possible for the safety of the universe.

It was not only her connection to Cain that drove her.

Though she had originally been born in the Crimson World and had forged many bonds there, the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe had always felt more like home. That feeling stemmed largely from the Aegon Family-the place where she had once lived as Beelze. She had reconnected with them, and even though they shared no blood ties, Meylin could feel their sincerity. They saw her as family.

It was a bond she had never experienced within the Moon Cult. And it was something she would protect with her life.

By the time her thoughts settled, the Alliance forces had already withdrawn far from the Worlds of the Root. Only then did Meylin

allow herself a moment to relax. She was just about to return to the golden stronghold when a voice echoed inside her mind.

"Come to see me."

Meylin's eyes widened.

"Anark?"

The True Depravita of Original Sin was stunned to hear the voice of the True Primordial of the Void. According to his last message, he had ventured into a unique dimension where only Primordials were accepted-a place so dangerous that even he had not known if he would return alive.

Hearing his voice again, steady and clear, filled her with immense relief. Unlike Noah, Anark was someone Meylin trusted without hesitation.

Not only was the True Primordial of the Void someone that Cain had known from a very young age, and whom he considered a brother. Anark, who had proven again and again that he would protect the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe with his life if necessary.

Having that type of ally return brought Meylin a great deal of peace. Without wasting a second, she ensured the Alliance forces were safe before following the coordinates that appeared in her mind alongside his message.

Hours later, the True Depravita of Original Sin arrived at a desolate region of space.

There was nothing there.

No stars. No life. Even the laws of reality felt faint and unstable, as though they barely held together.

The silence was absolute.

But it did not last.

In the next instant, the fabric of reality shattered.

A hand tore through space itself, breaking it apart like fragile glass. Meylin's eyes widened in shock. She could collapse reality with her full power, but it would require immense effort. Yet this hand had done it effortlessly, as though tearing paper.

From that fractured void stepped a figure.

It was Anark.

His white hair and violet eyes remained unchanged, but something about him had transformed on a fundamental level. It was not that he radiated overwhelming power-on the contrary, despite being a Late Alpha Omega Overgod, Meylin could not sense even the faintest trace of energy from him.

There were only two possible explanations.

Either he had become a powerless mortal...

-or the True Primordial of the Void had transcended to a level her soul could not even perceive.

Anark was about to speak when his gaze shifted sharply to the side.

"I wanted a private conversation," he said calmly, "but I suppose this concerns you as well."

There was no immediate response.

Then Anark clenched his fist.

A sharp crack echoed through space.

Another figure appeared.

Noah.

The Crimson Exarch stood before them, his usual smile gone, replaced by a look of deep focus as he stared at Anark.

"You managed to reach me within the Endless River," Noah said, his tone serious. "I knew there was an ancient inheritance waiting within the Primordial Sanctuary, but this..." He paused briefly. "This exceeds

my expectations."

He clasped his hands together, his gaze unwavering.

"I am impressed," he added. "You have earned my sincere respect."

Then, as quickly as it had vanished, his smile returned, his tone

shifting into something almost jovial.

"My brother was always the one I believed would first shatter the boundaries of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and ascend to the Fourth Realm," Noah confessed. "However, it appears you've surpassed him."

Meylin's eyes widened at his words, her entire frame trembling involuntarily.

She turned towards Anark, utterly dumbfounded.

The Fourth Realm.

For her, it had always been an unreachable legend, a state of being existing far beyond the scope of mortals. Yet, here he was, exhibiting such composure, as if achieving such a transcendent state was commonplace.

Anark perceived her astonishment and offered a gentle smile.

He inhaled deeply, a slow, deliberate breath.

In the ensuing moment, a phenomenon of immense significance unfolded.

Around his brow, ten resplendent stars materialized, appearing as if summoned from nothingness. They moved in a flawless formation, each blazing with an intensity that seemed to defy cosmic principles. Their luminescence wasn't mere power; it was a manifestation of something profound, something foundational.

The Stars of Origin.

Meylin's gaze was filled with an unadulterated, boundless wonder as she beheld them. Every star throbbed with a might that stood beyond the fabric of reality, appearing less like creations and more like the very pillars upon which existence rested.