The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2542: Back to the Ninth Realm

Cain showed a wide smile as he hovered in the sky, holding the massive vault above his palm.

Once he had broken every seal binding it to the capital, the enormous structure began to shrink under his control. Layers of spatial compression folded inward until, within seconds, the colossal vault had been reduced to the size of a small apple—resting perfectly in his hand.

Without hesitation, he stored it away.

Only then did Cain lift his gaze.

His eyes swept across the surroundings, focusing on the countless hidden presences observing from afar. Their auras were filled with rage, envy, and greed as they stared at the ruined capital and the treasure that had just slipped from their grasp.

The moment Cain’s gaze brushed past them, those Royal Blutlinie immediately severed their spiritual connections and reinforced the seals around their hideouts.

Fear gripped them.

They were terrified that the Scarlet King might begin another hunt.

”Hmph.”

Cain sneered softly before vanishing.

Fortunately for them, he had no time to pursue. Otherwise, he would have devoured every lifeform in the Eighth Realm, leaving nothing behind but a barren wasteland.

Half an hour later, Cain returned to the poisonous forest.

He descended quietly and took a meditative position, his aura stabilizing as he waved his hand. Instantly, countless body refinement treasures appeared around him, floating in the air like a constellation of glowing relics.

Each one radiated immense power.

Some of them were so valuable that even Peak Alpha Omega Overgods would risk everything to obtain them.

But to Cain—

They were merely a side dish.

The true prize appeared next.

With another motion, he released the refined Ancestor Drops he had collected. They floated before him, pulsing with dense, ancient energy.

Taking a deep breath, Cain began.

Using the Power of Chaos and the Flow, he established a connection between his Perfect Ancestor Drops and the floating blood essences. At the same time, he linked his flesh and blood to the surrounding treasures, creating a vast network of energy pathways.

Everything was prepared.

Cain closed his eyes.

And began to cultivate.

The Power of Chaos and the Flow surged into action, extracting every fragment of energy, vitality, and essence from the treasures and Ancestor Drops. Not a single trace was wasted. Every bit of power was refined and channeled directly into Cain’s body and core.

The process was far more efficient than normal consumption.

Faster.

Cleaner.

Absolute.

Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks.

And with each passing moment, Cain grew stronger.

His aura deepened. His body refined itself further. His cultivation advanced steadily, approaching a new peak.

Finally—

As the third week drew to a close—

Cain’s eyes snapped open.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

A terrifying explosion of power burst from his body.

The sheer physical pressure he released was overwhelming. Poisonous gas was blasted into the sky, only to freeze mid-air before reaching the firmament. The air itself solidified. Leaves, dust, even microscopic particles—all were halted in place by the crushing power of the Quietus Force.

A pillar of scarlet energy erupted from Cain’s body, piercing upward like a divine spear.

It lasted for several minutes before gradually fading.

Silence followed.

Cain’s Ancestor Eye glowed with blinding intensity. His entire body trembled—not from weakness, but from the overwhelming power coursing through it.

A wide smile spread across his face.

He raised his fist and clenched it.

A shockwave burst outward, sending nearby trees flying—only for them to freeze mid-air, suspended by his control.

”My cultivation has reached the Late Alpha Omega Overgod Rank,” Cain said softly. ”And my body has stepped into the Peak Stage.”

The improvement was immense.

Yet Cain remained calm.

He understood that stabilizing this level of power would take time. Pushing further through consumption was no longer an immediate option.

Slowly, his excitement faded.

He turned inward, focusing on his Primordial Essence.

A faint, bittersweet smile appeared on his face.

”It has surpassed the lower boundary of the Late Rank... it’s nearing the peak.”

He exhaled.

”This should have been enough to return home.”

The moment those words left his lips, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

His gaze shifted toward the seal embedded in his chest.

Everything he had done in Paradise—every battle, every ruthless decision, every drop of blood spilled—had been for one purpose:

To return home.

And now—

That path had been blocked.

Killing intent surged within him, burning like an inferno.

But Cain suppressed it.

There was no room for distraction.

Instead, he lifted his gaze toward the sky of the Eighth Realm.

The moment his internal energy stabilized, he moved.

He shot upward like a comet.

In seconds, he pierced through the firmament, ascending beyond the blue skies into the higher layers of the realm. The pressure of the laws intensified with every meter, crushing down with unimaginable force.

Ordinary ArchDeities would have been reduced to nothing.

But Cain pressed on without hesitation.

Soon—

He reached the Realm Barrier.

Through the Flow, he identified its weakest point. Of course, ”weak” was a relative term. Even at its most fragile, the barrier was stronger than a Limit Alpha Omega Overgod Treasure.

It had once required the combined strength of the Dark Blood King and two other king-level entities to breach it.

But Cain was no longer the same.

His gauntlet transformed into a massive cannon.

Behind him, the Wings of Chaos flared, drawing upon the power of the Universe Matrix. Energy gathered rapidly, white plasma merging with cosmic force until the space around the cannon began to distort.

Power condensed.

Compressed.

Stabilized.

Then—

Cain roared.

”Chaos of Destruction: Final Blast!”

A massive beam of white plasma erupted forward.

It struck the Realm Barrier—

And pierced through it.

The blast carved a tunnel through the seemingly impenetrable wall, the Quietus Force freezing the edges to maintain its stability. The beam surged forward without losing momentum, crossing the boundary between realms in an instant.

Far away—

In the Ninth Realm—

The land trembled.

A blinding beam of white plasma burst through the sky, shaking the heavens themselves.

Every powerhouse turned toward it.

Shock.

Confusion.

Awe.

They all wondered the same thing—

What kind of existence could unleash such power?

And then—

The answer appeared.