The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2638: A new Limit Alpha Omega Overgod

Inside the Coffin of Life and Death, the True Depravita of Original Sin remained in deep meditation.

She had successfully purged the dark and crippling emotions that had blocked her path forward, removing the impurities that had accumulated over countless years. In the process, she had given birth to the Sky Demons that Cain later used in the forging of Tyranus Gungnir.

Yet despite having completed that stage of purification, Meylin had not emerged from the coffin.

Since Cain was the master of the Coffin of Life and Death, there was no time limit imposed upon its occupants. She could remain inside for as long as she wished.

For a True Depravita, there was no greater cultivation ground.

Every trace of corruption and darkness was constantly stripped away. Negative emotions that could hinder cultivation were purified before they could take root. At the same time, the powers of life and death continuously nurtured the body, soul, and mind.

It was a treasure perfectly suited for someone walking Meylin's path.

Naturally, she intended to take full advantage of it.

The damage caused by the extraction of the Sky Demons had long since healed, restoring her cultivation to the Late Alpha Omega Overgod Rank. Since then, she had done nothing but push forward.

Cain's eyes sharpened as his consciousness entered the coffin.

There, he saw Meylin floating peacefully within the sea of life and death energy.

Her long hair drifted around her like flowing silk.

A magnificent psychic power radiated from her body, while an awe-inspiring sense of purity and harmony surrounded her existence.

She appeared more like a divine being than a creature born from the Seven Original Sins.

"Her cultivation has already reached the Peak Alpha Omega Overgod Rank," Cain muttered. "And I can feel her steadily advancing toward the Limit Alpha Omega Overgod Rank. It is only a matter of time."

A meaningful light appeared in his eyes.

Meylin possessed extraordinary talent.

If she managed to reach the Limit of the Third Realm, there was a very real possibility that her battle power could approach the Half-Step Fourth Realm.

Such strength would dramatically shift the balance of the war.

She might even be capable of inflicting injuries severe enough to force Nito into seclusion for months.

If that happened, Cain would gain the time he needed to return to the Crimson World, recover his hybrid body, and attempt the fusion that could push him into the Fourth Realm.

Of course, relying entirely on Meylin was not an option.

He had no intention of sitting idle while she cultivated.

Even if he wanted to, the war would not allow it.

If he stopped applying pressure to the Curse Eaters occupying this Fallen Empyrean World, they might decide to launch a counteroffensive.

They could attack the Everstrife Empyrean World.

They could target the remaining Empyrean Worlds still under the Alliance's control.

Either possibility would be disastrous.

The Ouroboros Stronghold possessed an incredibly powerful teleportation formation that could connect directly to the Golden Hall. From there, the Alliance could reach virtually any Empyrean World in moments.

However, allowing the Curse Eaters to dictate the flow of battle would still be a mistake.

Momentum was one of the most important factors in war.

If the Alliance lost the initiative, every future victory would become significantly more difficult.

And every delay would cost lives.

Fortunately, Cain already had a plan.

"First things first," he said softly. "I need to return to my peak condition."

Without wasting a moment, he entered the central citadel of the Ouroboros Stronghold and sat down to cultivate.

The wounds left by his battle against Nito were severe, but his recovery speed was monstrous.

The Samsara Immortal Body constantly regenerated his flesh.

His vitality rivaled that of ancient monsters.

Combined with the endless resources supplied by the stronghold, his recovery progressed rapidly.

Within a short time, Cain had returned to full strength.

The moment he did, a series of commands spread across the entire fortress.

Immediately, the Alliance forces mobilized.

Thousands of warriors surged toward the outer perimeter of the Ouroboros Stronghold before advancing into the surrounding territories.

The moment they crossed the boundaries of the stronghold, they felt the difference.

Their bodies grew heavier.

Their energy became sluggish.

The surrounding laws rejected them.

The Fallen Empyrean World recognized them as outsiders and sought to suppress their existence.

The sensation was frustrating.

For some, it was heartbreaking.

Cipher and the warriors born in this world felt it more strongly than anyone else.

This had once been their home.

These lands had belonged to their people.

Yet now the very world rejected them.

Still, there was no time for sorrow.

There was work to be done.

The Alliance quickly divided into specialized groups.

Each group traveled toward a different ley line.

These locations served as massive energy convergence points where enormous amounts of power naturally accumulated.

Upon reaching them, the warriors immediately began construction.

Towering spires rose from the earth.

They were colossal structures that stretched from the ground toward the heavens.

Each one was forged from precious materials capable of enduring attacks from Alpha Omega Overgods.

Runic formations covered every surface.

The patterns resembled those found throughout the Ouroboros Stronghold itself.

Countless formations were engraved into the structures, allowing them to gather, refine, and redirect energy.

Cain monitored every project personally.

His consciousness extended across vast distances, ensuring that every step proceeded flawlessly.

Nothing escaped his attention.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

In the distance, groups of Curse Eaters began to appear.

Their auras surged through the sky as they approached the construction sites.

For a brief moment, Cain prepared to intervene.

Yet something unexpected happened.

The Curse Eaters stopped.

They remained at a distance.

Watching.

Waiting.

Not a single one dared to advance.

Cain's eyes flashed with understanding.

He quickly searched through the enemy ranks.

Then a smile appeared on his face.

Nito was absent.

"The power of the Samsara Lord can restore a shattered heart and resurrect a petrified body," Cain said softly. "But the backlash is clearly far from insignificant."

Without Nito, the Curse Eaters lacked confidence.

None of them believed they could contain the Scarlet King if he entered the battlefield personally.

As a result, they could only watch.

Watch as the spires were completed.

Watch as the Alliance expanded its influence.

Watch as the foundations of Cain's next move were laid before their eyes.

Soon, the final runes were engraved.

The towering spires began to glow.

Rivers of energy surged through their formations.

The surrounding laws trembled.