The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2444: Omen Phantom

Cain cultivated peacefully within the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

The massacre he had carried out in the capital of the Heartcram Kingdom did not disturb his mind in the slightest. After all, he had killed far more for far lesser reasons in the past.

The Power of Chaos connected him to others, but that did not mean he cherished every life—far from it. What it truly granted him was the ability to form deep, genuine bonds with the few people he truly cared about.

When it came to the Blutlinie race, however, there was nothing in Cain’s heart but cold indifference.

Even those who had done nothing against him received the same merciless treatment. The reason was simple.

Nature.

The people of the Crimson World could form bonds with the inhabitants of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. They could coexist. But the people of Paradise were different.

A Blutlinie could never truly bond with members of the Six Sacred Races.

If they ever reach the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, they would only see food or slaves. Nothing more.

This was not merely cultural.

It was biological. Psychological. Instinctive.

It was impossible for a Blutlinie to genuinely intertwine their existence with that of the Six Sacred Races.

That was why Cain had never allowed himself to form any true connection with them.

The only ones he trusted here were his Royal Guards.

Everyone else was either a tool—or a future enemy.

Harsh as it sounded, even Blutlinie viewed their own families that way.

With a calm heart and a perfectly focused mind, Cain immersed himself fully in cultivation.

His primary attention was divided between the Chronos Cultivation Technique and the Savitar Technique.

For Chronos, external supplementation would eventually be possible through the consumption of other Blutlinie souls. However, before reaching that stage, he first needed to develop his own understanding and domain of the Omen of Time.

Omens existed on a level above Oniric Truth. Unlike static laws, Omens could evolve and grow on their own. Only beings with at least an ArchDeity-level soul were normally capable of perceiving and interacting with them.

Fortunately for Cain, both the Power of Chaos and his connection to the Flow allowed him to harmonize with the surrounding universe. This dramatically increased the speed of his comprehension, pushing it to an astonishing level.

At the same time, another portion of his consciousness focused on refining his physical body.

The Savitar Technique was direct but extraordinarily demanding. It required the restructuring of the bonds between atoms, allowing the particles within each cell to reach a transcendent state of excitation.

The process demanded immense understanding—as well as vast quantities of vitality and life force.

Luckily, Cain possessed both.

He had already harvested enormous reserves of vitality from the Blutlinie of the Kalos and Aztrous Kingdoms. Now, the energy absorbed from the Heartcram capital further expanded his reserves, allowing him to push the refinement process even further.

While Cain cultivated with absolute focus, his Royal Guards were doing the same.

Each of them pushed their bodies and souls to their limits, using every resource available to evolve as quickly as possible.

The Dark Blood Kingdom had already sent an assassin after them. Although Cain had dealt with that threat personally, none of them believed it would be the last move made by that power.

And now they had also provoked the Heartcram Kingdom.

That conflict had been unavoidable. The moment the ice trio had stepped into Cain’s path, the outcome had been decided.

In Paradise, such encounters always ended in blood. Had he just backed down, the people of the Heartcram Kingdom would have already attacked the Ocena of the Blood Sun because they would see him as prey that would not fight back.

The oceanic creatures under Cain’s command continued their work. They expanded the Ocean of the Blood Sun steadily, absorbing energy and spreading its crimson waters.

The sea had already grown large enough to begin covering the ruined remains of Kalos City.

Time passed.

Four months after the destruction of Heartcram’s capital, Cain finally opened his eyes.

A wondrous light shone within them as a new power began to emanate from his soul.

”The Omen of Time.”

A wide smile appeared on his face.

Closing his eyes again, Cain turned his awareness inward.

Under the laws of Paradise, a Blutlinie’s soul manifested as a vast, radiant sea of luminous particles contained within the brain. It was majestic and golden, a boundless ocean of spiritual light.

Now, something new had appeared within that sea.

A phantom figure slowly took shape.

It resembled a massive winged wolf.

This was the metaphysical manifestation of Cain’s control and understanding of the Omen of Time. The creature moved gracefully within his soul, absorbing temporal energy and continuously refining his spiritual foundation.

The presence of this Omen Phantom meant that Cain had successfully reached the Rudimentary Understanding stage of the Omen of Time.

”And that means I can finally use the signature ability of the Chronos Technique.”

Excitement flickered in his eyes.

Channeling the power of the winged wolf, Cain condensed temporal energy within the depths of his soul.

Soon, a strange flame ignited.

This was the core ability of the Chronos Cultivation Technique—the Chrono Flame.

Now, Cain could feed the souls of other Blutlinie into this flame, allowing it to grow stronger. As it evolved, his understanding and authority over the Omen of Time would deepen accordingly.

Of course, this was not the only way to strengthen an Omen.

Due to their nature, Omens could also evolve by absorbing and integrating the understanding of other Omens.

That was exactly what Cain did next.

Drawing upon the inheritance and accumulated insights contained within the Ocean of the Blood Sun, he infused those fragments into his Omen of Time.

Inside his soul, the winged wolf began to change.

Its body grew larger and more defined. Its claws sharpened. Additional wings emerged along its back, each one radiating faint temporal fluctuations.

These transformations were not merely symbolic.

They were direct manifestations of the growth of Cain’s Omen of Time.

As the phantom evolved, Cain felt his control over temporal energy expand dramatically. He could now guide the flow of time through his own blood, accelerating internal processes and dramatically increasing his speed and reaction.

”Excellent.”

Cain nodded with satisfaction, a confident smile spreading across his face.

Then his expression shifted.

He lifted his gaze toward the distance.

Through the Ocean of the Blood Sun, he could already feel it—multiple powerful auras approaching at high speed.

The pressure they carried was immense.

Dangerous.

Cain stood slowly, scarlet energy beginning to circulate around him.

”I evolved just in time.”