The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2560 Journey into the Tenth Empyrean World (II)

“Him?”

A chilling glint entered Anark’s eyes as he registered how Noah had referred to the Tenth Empyrean World’s King.

“It would appear you are privy to information regarding my future adversary.”

Noah offered a serene, unreadable smile, revealing naught of his inner thoughts.

“I possess some insights,” he responded lightly, “but I shall not share them with you. While I am not aligned with him, I have no intention of escalating our animosity unnecessarily.”

For a fleeting instant, his smile vanished, replaced by a solemn intensity. His eyes blazed with a nearly blinding golden luminescence as he fixed his stare upon Anark.

“This much I can reveal,” Noah continued, his voice deepening. “You stand a chance of prevailing against him—that is, should you succeed in confining the conflict to a single battleground. However, should even the slightest misstep occur…”

A pregnant pause followed.

“…your demise is assured. That much, I can guarantee.”

In the blink of an eye, the golden light receded as if it had never been. Noah’s characteristic smile returned, light and almost carefree, as he turned away.

“Very well then,” he stated with a shrug, “it seems I must resume my command. May fortune favor you—you shall certainly require it.”

With these parting words, the NeoPrimarch dissolved into the Endless River, his essence intertwining with the very flow of existence before vanishing entirely.

A hush descended.

Meylin and Anark exchanged glances, a moment of silence passing between them. Then, as if moved by a shared, unspoken accord, their expressions turned grave. They clasped hands and offered each other profound bows.

It was the solemn farewell of fellow warriors.

Their connection was not forged by kinship, but by something far more potent—the crucible of battle. The myriad trials they had weathered together had forged a bond that transcended the need for words.

Without further discourse, Meylin also departed, her silhouette fading into the distance. The True Depravita of Original Sin left behind naught but a lingering wisp of her presence.

Soon, Anark found himself utterly alone.

The True Primordial drew a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the immense panorama surrounding him. Now that his cultivation had ascended, every facet of his being had been elevated in tandem. His perception had reached an extraordinary zenith—sufficiently potent to penetrate the veils of reality and reach the distant bastions where the Alliance’s forces were marshaling for the imminent conflict.

He could sense them.

Their resolute spirit.

Their unwavering resolve to engage.

Their steadfast commitment to safeguarding their homes.

Yet, lurking beneath the surface, concealed within the deepest recesses of their hearts, lay something more.

Fear.

None yearned for oblivion. Their desire was to live—to flourish, to explore, to witness the universe’s infinite marvels. This fear was innate. It was not a source of shame.

Even beings of Anark’s stature… and Cain’s… were not exempt from its grip.

However, their distinction lay not in the absence of fear.

It resided in their confrontation with it.

When fear arose, they did not retreat. They welcomed it. They harnessed it as a catalyst—to shatter their limitations, to endure the unendurable, to persevere through

countless ordeals.

And now, as Anark girded himself for the most perilous quest of his existence, that very same fear stirred within him.

He did not repel it.

He embraced it.

Drawing another profound breath, Anark’s eyes intensified, their sharpness eclipsing that of the keenest blade. His form began to dissipate, merging fluidly with the very tapestry of reality. Instantly, he moved—his velocity on par with Noah’s when he had become one with the

Endless River.

He reached the periphery of the Nine Empyrean Suns

Universe swiftly.

Before him loomed the Universe Wall.

For the vast majority of beings, traversing this barrier signified entry into the Emptiness—a void of such immense scale and hostility that it consumed all save the most formidable entities. As a denizen of the Fourth Realm, Anark possessed the capacity to survive

within it.

But that was not his intended destination.

His gaze narrowed as the Stars of Origin, situated upon his forehead, commenced to glow. Their luminescence resonated with the fundamental essence of the cosmos, enabling him to establish a connection with it on an unparalleled level. The demarcation between himself and the universe began to dissolve.

For a moment, it was as if he and the cosmos were unified. Through this profound link, Anark searched—and discovered his objective.

A singular nexus point within the Universe Wall.

In ages past, the Tenth Empyrean World and the Nine Empyrean Suns

Universe constituted a singular, expansive entity. The Great War had rent them asunder, fracturing them into disparate existences. Yet, even now, their connection persisted—two sundered halves, their respective Universe Walls still touching in concealed junctures.

After several minutes, Anark’s eyes flew open. Within their depths, a profound acuity emerged, seemingly capable of perceiving the most fundamental

tenets of existence itself.

Without the slightest hesitation, he advanced.

His form flowed into the Universe Wall.

Inside the barrier lay a reality that defied ordinary mortal understanding.

This inner sanctum was a plane where the universe's fundamental forces had coalesced into tangible existence. Rivers of pure, unadulterated energy, luminous and profound, flowed ceaselessly. Their sheer depth and immaculateness inspired a sense of profound reverence even in Anark, post-transcendence.

As he navigated this awe-inspiring vista, the very concept of time seemed to dissolve.

Eventually, after an extended journey, he reached the other side of the barrier protecting the Tenth Empyrean World. Unlike the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, which actively repelled beings from its counterpart, the Tenth Empyrean World offered no such opposition. Consequently, Anark's passage was unimpeded.

Nevertheless, the transit was anything but simple. The barrier surrounding the Tenth Empyrean World was colossal—significantly thicker, more concentrated, and intricately layered than the one guarding the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

Weeks transpired as he made his way through the cosmic expanse. Yet, Anark remained unperturbed. He seized this opportunity for self-refinement. Merely observing these primordial forces served as a form of training, honing his mental acuity and fortifying his spirit for the impending conflict.

At long last, he emerged.

The instant Anark set foot within the Tenth Empyrean World, he meticulously erased all traces of his presence. His energy was completely suppressed, allowing him to meld seamlessly with the surrounding cosmos until he was utterly indistinguishable from it.

He had relinquished the chance to obliterate the Worlds of the Root, opting instead for the advantage of a surprise assault.

Discovery was a luxury he could not afford.

Only when he was absolutely assured of his flawless concealment did he permit himself to truly survey his new environment.

What greeted his senses...

was breathtaking.

The Tenth Empyrean World was a marvel—surpassing even his loftiest imaginings.

While sharing some characteristics with other Empyrean Worlds, it existed on a plane entirely its own. Its very aura exuded an overwhelming sense of grandeur and formidable power.

Innumerable worlds revolved around it, akin to celestial bodies orbiting a divine nucleus. Within the confines of these worlds, Anark detected the teeming presence of vast numbers of Depravitas.

These entities, unlike the True Depravitas such as Meylin, emanated corrupt and chaotic energies—wild, volatile, and deeply tainted.

However, another detail captured his attention.

They were contained. Enormous, complex constructs encircled them, immobilizing them as if they were prisoners. The sheer magnitude and sophistication of these containment mechanisms were testaments to an unfathomable reservoir of power and control.

Anark's gaze sharpened subtly as he absorbed this revelation.

It was abundantly clear.

There was much he still failed to grasp about this world—about his adversaries.

And if he intended to achieve his objective... if he intended to locate and vanquish their sovereign...

Then, he would have to embark on a path of discovery.