The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2523: Fourth Realm spell

Ancestor Domains were the very epitome of the Royal Blutlinie Path.

They were not merely techniques or abilities—they were manifestations of absolute authority. A complete expression of the Ancestor Drop imposed upon reality itself, creating a field where the user stood above the laws of existence.

Inside such a domain, the wielder was no longer bound by the natural order.

They dictated it.

It granted a level of power that surpassed the limits of the Third Realm entirely. And unlike Cain’s temporary bursts of Fourth Realm speed, an Ancestor Domain represented something far more profound.

It was not a glimpse into the Fourth Realm.

It was dominion.

To truly contend against such power, one would need to evolve their entire body into the Fourth Realm—and even that might not be enough.

This was why Royal Blutlinie were considered superior to other supreme races.

And those who reached the absolute peak—those capable of unleashing the full extent of their racial potential—

They could be considered something greater.

An Apex Race.

Cain’s eyes sharpened as the Power of Chaos and the Flow enhanced his perception. His gaze pierced through the battlefield, locking onto the massive dark sphere in the sky—the clash of two Ancestor Domains.

Every fluctuation.

Every ripple.

Every fragment of power.

He observed it all, attempting to extract even the smallest piece of insight.

Because he wanted that power.

He needed it.

As a Perfect Ancestor Drop Royal Blutlinie, awakening his own domain was not a matter of possibility—

It was inevitability.

But not yet.

The problem wasn’t talent.

It wasn’t potential.

It was understanding.

To unlock an Ancestor Domain, one needed a flawless comprehension of their Ancestor Power—its nature, its origin, its fundamental principles.

And that level of insight...

Took time.

That was why most only achieved it upon reaching the Limit Alpha Omega Overgod Rank, after walking a long and arduous path alongside their power.

Of course, there were exceptions.

Geniuses like the Nirvana Crown Prince had achieved it at the Peak Alpha Omega Overgod stage.

There were even rare legends—whispers of prodigies from the deeper layers of existence—who had unlocked it at the Late Alpha Omega Overgod Rank.

But anything below that?

There were no records.

No rumors.

No myths.

Achieving it at the Middle Alpha Omega Overgod stage was considered impossible.

Even Cain...

With all his talent...

All his advantages...

Did not believe he could break that taboo.

At least—not yet.

But just as countless thoughts surged through his mind—

His eyes narrowed sharply.

The ground beneath him exploded.

A massive root erupted upward without warning, moving with terrifying speed. It came too fast—too suddenly—for him to evade completely.

He barely managed to raise his arm in defense.

Impact.

The force was overwhelming.

Like being struck by a thousand falling meteors at once.

Cain was blasted across the battlefield, his body tearing through the air before crashing into the walls of the stronghold. He pierced straight through them, leaving a massive hole behind as he tumbled violently across the streets.

The warriors of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom frowned as they witnessed the scene.

The Red King was undeniably powerful.

But durability...

That was not his strength.

That attack could have crushed the ribcage of even their strongest warriors.

If he fell here...

The battle would turn dangerous.

Especially with the outcome of the domain clash above still uncertain.

On the other side—

Damian smiled.

A wide, bloodied grin stretched across his face.

It had taken everything he had to conceal that attack—holding it back until the perfect moment.

But it had worked.

’I need to press the advantage.’

Without hesitation, Damian surged forward, diving into the earth itself. The ground responded to his will, amplifying his speed as he moved through it like a phantom.

In an instant, he crossed into the stronghold.

Behind him, gargantuan roots—each the size of mountains—rose and followed.

They descended upon Cain’s landing point with devastating force.

”BOOM!”

”BOOM!”

”BOOM!”

Each strike sent tremors throughout the entire stronghold.

”More! More! MORE!”

Damian roared, pushing his Ancestor Power to its limits.

The earth trembled violently.

The volcanoes surrounding the stronghold erupted, rising from the ground as if summoned by a divine will. Rivers of molten lava surged forward, joining the assault as everything converged on Cain’s position.

Then—

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!”

A catastrophic explosion engulfed the battlefield.

Flames roared outward, waves of scorching lava spreading in all directions. Any Blutlinie caught within was instantly incinerated, their bodies reduced to ash.

When the inferno finally began to fade...

Silence followed.

Even the battle in the sky paused for a brief moment as warriors from both sides turned their gaze toward the stronghold.

What they saw left them stunned.

Nearly a third of it had been obliterated.

In its place—

A massive, scorched basin.

The earth trembled as Damian emerged from the destruction. He had remained close to the epicenter, channeling the full force of his attack. It had been dangerous...

But worth it.

His eyes immediately locked onto the center of the crater.

Where the Red King should have been.

Excitement surged within him.

That attack...

It was the strongest he could unleash.

A blow so powerful that even Shakra or the Nirvana Crown Prince would have suffered crippling—if not fatal—injuries upon receiving it.

There should be nothing left.

Nothing but a broken, burned corpse.

But as the smoke cleared...

What appeared instead—

Left everyone speechless.

At the center of the crater...

A golden lotus bloomed.

Thirty-three radiant petals unfolded outward, twenty-nine of them glowing with divine brilliance. Around it, massive scarlet plasma wings wrapped protectively, shielding its core.

The radiance was indescribable.

It pulsed with power—

With principles—

With a presence that rivaled the might of an Ancestor Domain itself.

”He can release spells with the power of the Fourth Realm!?”

”What kind of monster is that...?”

The Royal Blutlinie in the sky were filled with awe—and fear.

But none felt it more than Damian.

His heart trembled.

His instincts screamed.

I need to run.

The thought surfaced instantly.

He had already used his strongest attack.

And it had failed.

That meant only one thing.

If he stayed...

Death was inevitable.