The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2559 Journey into the Tenth Empyrean World (1)

"With your power, victory in the war is within our grasp!"

Meylin could hardly contain her elation as these words left her lips. Her voice quivered, a wave of hope surging through her heart. The war against the Root had raged for decades, recognized as the most significant conflict in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe since the calamitous Great War. Civilizations had risen and crumbled in its wake, and two Empyrean Worlds had been consumed, assimilated into the Worlds of the Root. Repeatedly, they had endured devastating blows. Triumph had always seemed tantalizingly close—a single, final push away—only for everything to unravel at the last moment. Each failure inflicted deeper losses, more profound scars, and more crippling trials. Hope had become a rare and precious commodity.

But this… this could change everything.

Should a being from the Fourth Realm lend them their might, the war itself would become a triviality. Not only could they vanquish the Root, but they could also annihilate the Curse Eaters that had infiltrated their universe and purify the rebellious Empyrean Worlds. This wouldn't merely be a victory; it would be absolute subjugation.

"That shall not transpire."

Meylin's soaring spirits were instantly dashed as the calm, almost dismissive voice of the Crimson Exarch sliced through the air. A menacing gleam flickered within the eyes of the True Depravita of Original Sin. In her grasp, Longinous materialized, its very essence radiating a lethal aura.

"What precisely do you mean by that?"

Despite Noah's immense power—and the depth of her indebtedness to him—Meylin's allegiance to her universe and her kin superseded all else. If the situation demanded it, she would unhesitatingly turn her weapon against anyone.

Noah, however, merely offered a faint smile as he perceived her murderous intent. With a casual sweep of his hand, he spoke in a relaxed cadence. "Haha, calm yourself. I merely intended to convey that Anark will not be joining us on the front lines. Is that not so?"

A peculiar, inscrutable light surfaced in the NeoPrimarch's eyes as he uttered these words.

Meylin faltered. Slowly, her gaze shifted towards Anark. The instant she witnessed his expression, her heart plummeted—Noah was speaking the truth.

"But why wouldn't he?" she demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief. "It wouldn't require much of your time. One decisive assault, and we could shatter the Worlds of the Root!"

The True Primordial released a gentle sigh, observing the confusion and disappointment etched upon her face.

"I comprehend," Anark responded placidly. "I understand more than anyone how profoundly this power could reshape the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. With it, I could decimate Robuke and Mikela. We could cleanse our homeworld of the alien invaders." He paused, his eyes drifting to a distant point. "However, even if we achieve all of that… the true adversaries would persist."

"True adversaries?" Meylin echoed, her voice momentarily trembling before her eyes sharpened with dawning comprehension.

"The Tenth Empyrean World."

The declaration landed with crushing weight.

The Root was an immense abomination—a universe-devouring monstrosity capable of unsettling even Paradise itself. Yet, due to Cain's intervention and the bold incursion by the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance into the Heart of the Root at the conflict's inception, its forces had been isolated. Those confined within their universe were severed from the greater entity in the Emptiness. Though still formidable, they were no longer an insurmountable obstacle. The Tenth Empyrean World, however… was an entirely different matter. The Scarlet King had been at war with them since his youth, dating back to when he first led the people of Aether against Dark Sky. Later, the Scarlet Kingdom clashed with them again when one of their agents forged the Imperium of Time, igniting a war that determined the fate of the Everstrife Empyrean World. Now, they had dispatched the Curse Eaters—warriors hailing from an Apex Race—to bolster the Worlds of the Root.

While the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had amassed considerable intelligence regarding the Root, they possessed virtually no knowledge of the Tenth Empyrean World's true might. The scant information available was enough to instill profound dread.

They were the ones who had ambushed Cain.

They were the reason for his unexplained disappearance.

The animosity between the two factions had escalated to a point where peaceful coexistence was utterly impossible. Survival would be a zero-sum game.

Anark's eyes blazed with resolve as he resumed speaking. "I can sense multiple potent auras within the rebellious Empyrean Worlds. Numerous Curse Eaters have already infiltrated our universe. They are presently weak, but their strength grows with every passing moment." A somber expression settled on his features—but it swiftly transformed into something far more perilous. "This burgeoning threat… is also an opportunity. If the higher echelons of the Tenth Empyrean World are present here, it implies their leader is isolated."

Meylin watched, her eyes slowly widening as comprehension dawned upon her. A mixture of shock and awe filled her gaze as she looked at Anark.

"You intend to journey to the Tenth Empyrean World?!"

Anark offered a single, resolute nod.

"Indeed. I am fully aware of the peril involved, but this presents an unparalleled opportunity. They remain ignorant of my transcendence, allowing me to infiltrate their realm undetected and eliminate their king."

An undeniable sense of determination emanated from every word he uttered. His ascension to the Fourth Realm had not in the least bit clouded his strategic thinking. He recognized the inherent dangers and the distinct possibility of his demise.

Yet, he was prepared to embrace that very risk.

For should he succeed, the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe would at long last bask in the tranquility of genuine peace.

"Furthermore," Anark added, a subtle hint of amusement gracing his features, "as I have not yet rejoined the fray, my pact remains in effect."

His attention then turned towards Noah.

The NeoPrimarch's eyes narrowed infinitesimally. As per their established agreement, he was designated to lead until Anark either returned to active combat or met his end – and it appeared that neither scenario was imminent.

Naturally, Noah could have contested that Anark's reappearance from the Primordial Sanctuary should signify his resumption of command. However, opting to bypass any debate, he simply gave a dismissive shrug.

"Very well," Noah stated casually. "I am acquiring considerable combat experience regardless. I suppose I can continue to serve as Warmaster until your return from the Tenth Empyrean World..."

A slight smirk played on his lips.

"...or until that king of theirs takes you out."