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

"With your power, we can win the war!"

Meylin could barely contain her excitement as she uttered those

words. Her voice trembled as a surge of hope invaded her heart. The war against the Root had lasted for decades and was considered the most important conflict in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe since the Great War.

Entire civilizations had risen and fallen in its shadow, with two Empyrean Worlds devoured and transformed into the Worlds of the Root.

Time and again, they had faced devastating setbacks. Victory had always seemed within reach-just one final push away-only for everything to collapse at the last moment. Each failure brought even greater losses, deeper scars, and more crippling tribulations. Hope had become a fragile thing.

But now, everything could change.

If a Fourth Realm life form were to join their side, then the war itself would become trivial. Forget merely defeating the Root-they could eradicate the Curse Eater that had invaded their universe and purge the traitorous Empyrean Worlds. It would not just be victory; it would be absolute domination.

"That will not happen."

Meylin's rising spirit shattered instantly as the calm, almost indifferent voice of the Crimson Exarch cut through the air. A

dangerous light flickered in the eyes of the True Depravita of Original Sin. In her grip, Longinous materialized, its presence radiating lethal intent.

"What do you mean by that?"

Although Noah was overwhelmingly powerful-and someone she owed more than she cared to admit-Meylin's loyalty to her universe and her family outweighed everything. If necessary, she would not hesitate to turn her blade against anyone.

Noah, however, only smiled faintly as he felt her killing intent. Raising his hand in a casual gesture, he spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Haha, relax. I only meant that Anark will not be joining us on the battlefield. Isn't that right?"

A strange, unreadable light appeared in the eyes of the NeoPrimarch as he said those words.

Meylin froze. Slowly, she turned toward Anark. The moment she saw his expression, her heart sank-Noah was telling the truth.

"But why not?" she demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief. "It wouldn't take you long. A single major offensive and we could shatter the Worlds of the Root!"

The True Primordial released a faint sigh as he observed the confusion and disappointment written across her face.

"I know," Anark replied calmly. "I understand better than anyone how much this power could change everything in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. With it, I could crush Robuke and Mikela. We could cleanse our home of the alien forces that have invaded it."

He paused, his gaze drifting into the distance.

"But even if we accomplish all of that... the true enemy would still remain."

"True enemy?" Meylin repeated, her voice trembling for a brief moment before her eyes sharpened with realization.

"The Tenth Empyrean World."

The words fell like a hammer.

The Root was a gargantuan abomination-a universe-devouring

monstrosity capable of shaking even Paradise itself. Yet, thanks to Cain's interference and the valiant incursion of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance into the Heart of the Root at the beginning of this conflict, its forces had been isolated. Those trapped within their universe were cut off from the greater whole in the Emptiness. Though still powerful, they were no longer an insurmountable threat. The Tenth Empyrean World, however... was something else entirely. The Scarlet King had waged war against them since his youth, back when he first led the people of Aether into battle 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 decided the

fate of the Everstrife Empyrean World.

And now, they had sent the Curse Eaters-warriors from an Apex Race

-to support the Worlds of the Root.

While the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had gathered extensive knowledge about the Root, they knew almost nothing about the true strength of the Tenth Empyrean World. What little they did know was enough to inspire dread.

They were the ones who had ambushed Cain.

They were the reason for his disappearance.

The hatred between the two sides had reached a point where coexistence was impossible. Only one could survive.

Determination burned in Anark's eyes as he spoke again.

"I can sense several powerful auras within the traitorous Empyrean

Worlds. Many Curse Eaters have already reached our universe. They are weak for now, but they are growing stronger with every passing

moment."

A solemn expression crossed his face-but it quickly shifted into something far more dangerous.

"That is a growing threat... but also an opportunity. If the higher

echelons of the Tenth Empyrean World are here, then it means their leader is alone."

Meylin's eyes widened slowly as realization dawned on her. She stared

at Anark, shock and awe blending in her gaze.

"You're going to the Tenth Empyrean World?!"

Anark gave a single, firm nod.

"Yes. I understand the risk, but this is a perfect chance. They do not

know about my transcendence. I can reach their world in silence...

and kill their king."

Every word he spoke carried an overwhelming sense of resolve. His evolution to the Fourth Realm had not clouded his judgment. He understood the danger. He knew he could die.

But he was willing to take that risk.

Because if he succeeded, the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe would finally know true peace.

"And besides," Anark added, a faint trace of amusement appearing on his face, "since I have yet to return to the battlefield, my pact is still

valid."

His gaze shifted toward Noah.

The NeoPrimarch's eyes narrowed slightly. According to their agreement, he would serve as leader until Anark either returned to the battlefield or died-and it seemed neither outcome would occur

anytime soon.

Of course, Noah could argue that Anark's return from the Primordial Sanctuary should count as reclaiming command. But instead of

debating, he simply shrugged.

"Fine," Noah said casually. "I'm gaining a lot of battle experience anyway. I suppose I can remain as Warmaster until your return from

the Tenth Empyrean World..."

A faint smirk appeared on his face.

"...or until he kills you."