The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1906: Battle between the kings of the gods

Just beneath the battlefield where the Prima Deities clashed, mere thousands of meters above the scarred earth, the Divine Cultivators were locked in a brutal war of their own.

Unlike the approximately 2.3 to 1 ratio found among the Prima Deities, the Divine Cultivators of the Scarlet Path faced an overwhelming numerical disadvantage—over one hundred to one. Under normal circumstances, such a disparity would have spelled immediate slaughter. The Scarlet Path’s Divine Cultivators should have been crushed, massacred within minutes under the tidal wave of enemy forces.

But that was far from reality.

Instead of being overwhelmed, the warriors of the Scarlet Path were dominating. They were not just holding the line—they were massacring their foes.

Unlike the Divine Cultivators of the Archdeity Triumviratum, whose forces consisted of a mixture of Soul Realm Cultivators, with only twenty percent of whom had reached Divine Transcendence, the Scarlet Path’s Divine Cultivators were entirely composed of Divine Transcendence experts. And not just ordinary ones. Many among them had reached a point of power that could only be described as Half-Step Prima Deities, each capable of butchering legions on alone.

Of course, their strength wasn’t simply the product of cultivation alone.

Thanks to the Scarlet Leviathan sealed within their soul dimensions, each kill they made granted them a fragment of the fallen enemy’s life force and soul essence. This not only kept their energy pools and physical bodies at peak condition but allowed them to grow stronger as the battle continued. With every enemy slain, they ascended ever higher, burning brighter in the inferno of war.

Yet even this symbiotic power was not the most important factor.

What truly allowed them to overcome the crushing odds was their unity—their flawless teamwork.

These weren’t ordinary warriors. These were the elites of Aether, a world that had once stood defiant against the might of Dark Sky. Every soldier here knew the value of comradeship, the necessity of coordination, the sacred rhythm of war.

Now, as they swept through the endless waves of foes, the thirteen thousand Scarlet Path cultivators moved like a single entity—a thirteen-headed hydra slithering through a sea of blood and chaos. Their attacks were multi-angled and multi-layered, yet they never strayed far from one another, always operating as if sharing a single mind.

Guiding the formation were the legendary Thirteen Stars of Doomsday. However, two of them had recently ascended beyond the battlefield, stepping into the realm of Prima Deities. Fortunately, their places had been filled by two new figures whose power and leadership shone like blazing stars.

The first radiated with celestial might, his body glowing with white flames. Every punch he threw cracked the air itself, and the Star Power woven into his strikes turned enemies into balloons of gore. His presence was like the strength of a world incarnate.

The second was an Essence Evolution Cultivator, yet still holding the frontlines with terrifying mastery. His sword danced with the Laws of Space-Time, each swing cleaving through frozen moments, halving enemies before they even realized they had been targeted. His mind seemed to function seconds ahead of reality, allowing him to drift through battle like a butterfly in a hurricane—but in truth, he was the one tearing the storm apart.

Rylanor and Magnus cut through the enemy ranks like twin reapers. Thousands of Scarlet Path warriors followed in their wake, carving a path through the endless enemy waves. Their eyes glowed with red fire, powered by the vitality and psychic resonance of the Scarlet Leviathan, which nourished every fiber of their being and pushed them ever further beyond their limits.

Above them, far beyond the reach of mortals, the Archdeities watched.

Divine Calamity clenched his fists as he observed the battlefield. The battle among Prima Deities was evenly matched—but what enraged him was the horrifying efficiency with which his Divine Cultivators were being slaughtered. Thousands were dying by the minute, and with each death, the price he would have to pay in resources and influence grew steeper. He had poured an unfathomable sum of wealth into summoning this army, and now that investment was bleeding out before his eyes.

World Breaker Azan and the Lord of the Last Step, however, watched with barely concealed amusement. They showed no signs of concern—if anything, there was a glimmer of joy in their eyes. To them, Divine Cultivators were expendable tools. Every death on the battlefield was more profit flowing into their coffers, more influence gained in the cosmic balance. As far as they were concerned, the massacre was good business.

But no one was more pleased than the Scarlet King himself.

A wide smile spread across Cain’s face as he surveyed the chaos below. His forces were not only holding their own against two Lord-Tier Heavens, they were winning. All the planning, all the effort, all the sacrifices—they had paid off in this moment of triumph.

Yet his smile quickly faded, replaced by a gaze of pure, radiant focus. His eyes began to glow. bathed in red flame and golden light, their intensity so overwhelming that it seemed they could illuminate the entirety of the Everstrife Empyrean World.

The time had come.

The true battle was about to begin.

Divine Calamity, Azan, and Marcus instantly shifted into battle stances. They felt those glowing eyes lock onto them, and within that gaze, they sensed a will so vast it could flood entire planets—a sight capable of piercing into the deepest recesses of their minds and souls, laying bare their darkest secrets.

Silence overtook the highest reaches of the sky. The air grew still, heavy with power. The presence of the four supreme beings began to leak into the world, causing the sky to buckle.

The auras of Divine Calamity, World Breaker Azan, and the Lord of the Last Step merged into a singular force—a dark cosmic weight that pressed down like the end of days. But Cain’s aura was different. It surged upward like an unquenchable flame, a red inferno that seemed to burn through the old and birth wonders beyond imagination.

”RUMBLE!!!”

The sky itself trembled as the four auras collided. The force of their convergence sent shockwaves across the landmass, causing entire mountain ranges to crack and the ground to fracture as if heralding the world’s destruction.

And yet, none of them had moved—not even a single step. The mere presence of their power was enough to shake reality.

The battle between the kings of the gods was about to begin.