The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1800: Armor and wings

The World Shattering Sword was an extraordinary cultivation technique, perfectly attuned to Cain’s nature and strengths. Not only would it greatly accelerate his cultivation speed, but it would also amplify the innate destructive capabilities of both his physical body and energy reserves.

Beyond mere enhancements, the technique promised mastery in channeling every single ounce of strength within his soul and body through his sword, ensuring devastating lethality in every strike. It was, without exaggeration, the perfect match for Cain’s Neo-Demon Body, which inherently thrived on overwhelming power and pure destruction.

”This one,” Cain declared decisively, pointing toward the small stone tablet with absolute certainty, his eyes unwavering as he turned toward the Lord of the Void.

The ArchDeity regarded Cain’s choice with an expression that momentarily revealed hesitation—a small frown briefly appeared on his usually stoic face before it quickly vanished, replaced by reluctant acceptance.

”If that is your decision, you may take it,” The Lord of the Void said slowly, his voice measured but firm.”However, consider it a temporary loan. I acquired this particular treasure through extraordinary luck and nearly lost my life obtaining it. Although it does not align perfectly with my Dream Path, it remains extremely precious to me. Therefore, you must either return it within ten thousand years or exchange it for another cultivation technique of equivalent value.”

Cain immediately nodded, fully comprehending the conditions. Certain cultivation techniques could easily be replicated or copied by someone of sufficient cultivation. However, natural phenomena-based techniques like the World Shattering Sword were unique, bound to singular artifacts or experiences. Only a cultivator who reached absolute mastery over it could duplicate its essence—something nearly impossible even for most Archdeities.

Acknowledging Cain’s agreement, the Lord of the Void waved his hand gracefully, causing the intricate runes and magical barriers safeguarding the stone tablet to deactivate. With solemn reverence, Cain carefully took hold of it, immediately sensing a powerful resonance within his soul.

Shortly after Cain made his choice, Meylin similarly reached a decision. Her selection was an elegant yet ominous cultivation treasure—a dark lotus composed of seven perfectly symmetrical layers, each emanating an aura of profound darkness.

”Ahhhh...” the Lord of the Void exhaled slowly, a trace of reluctance entering his voice as he noted her choice. Like Cain’s stone tablet, this lotus was a similarly unique and irreplaceable artifact.

”The same conditions apply to you,” he said, his voice stern but fair. ”You must return it within ten thousand years or exchange it for a treasure of comparable significance.”

Meylin merely smiled lightly, confidently accepting the terms. She delicately took the lotus into her hands, carefully securing it within her spatial ring.

”Now, let us proceed to the armory,” the Lord of the Void announced calmly.

Guided by the powerful Archdeity, Cain and Meylin swiftly departed the library, arriving shortly thereafter at an enormous warehouse filled to the brim with countless treasures. Despite their immense number, not a single item present was below the Third Realm—an undeniable testament to the brutal power and relentless ambitions of the Lord of the Void.

Clearly, these treasures were amassed through countless battles and relentless conquest, rather than peaceful negotiations or benign discoveries.

Neither the Neo-Demon nor the Depravita showed any concern about the origins of these powerful relics, immediately setting out to identify treasures that resonated with their specific cultivation paths and powers.

This time, Meylin acted first. Her choice swiftly fell upon an eerie, scaled armor of pristine white, oddly unsettling in its purity. Despite its immaculate appearance, it radiated a disturbingly corrupted and wicked aura, as if capable of twisting even the strongest minds into madness.

”That armor,” the Lord of the Void explained solemnly, his eyes sharp with memory, ”was forged from the heart and scales of Jagaluth, an ancient and terrifying creature descended from a higher realm hundreds of thousands of years ago. Its mere presence spread corruption and madness across the Chaos Beyond the Second Realm.”

His tone grew even more serious as he continued, emphasizing the danger. ”The beast’s aura corrupted weaker minds, transforming entire legions into armies of mindless puppets. It required the combined might of several Archdeities to finally subdue and destroy it.”

After a brief pause to allow the weight of his words to sink in, he continued gravely, ”This armor will provide you exceptional protection—physical and magical. However, be warned: its corruptive energy is formidable. Handle it with utmost caution.”

Meylin merely smiled in response, untroubled by the dire warning. Without hesitation, she placed her hand onto the armor, allowing streams of dark, sinister energy to seep into her flesh. Rather than causing harm, the corruptive energy made her smile broaden with genuine delight.

”Such potent darkness and psychic power—absolutely perfect,” Meylin whispered appreciatively, fully absorbing the intoxicating energy. As a Depravita, her power was inherently strengthened by darkness, negative emotions, and corruption. The armor was thus not merely protective but actively beneficial to her cultivation path.

Recognizing Meylin’s unique compatibility with the armor, the Lord of the Void swiftly removed the sealing formations protecting it. Instantly, Meylin projected her consciousness into the artifact, bonding with it completely. In mere moments, the armor flowed seamlessly onto her body, encasing her from head to toe in magnificent, wicked brilliance.

”Excellent!” Meylin exclaimed, exhilaration shining in her eyes as she felt her physical and magical defenses rise exponentially.

Cain, smiling warmly at Meylin’s satisfaction, resumed his own search. Unfortunately, he could not find an artifact that resonated perfectly with his powers as Meylin had. After several minutes of meticulous examination, Cain finally settled on a pair of enormous wings composed entirely of crackling lightning.

”The Wings of Indra,” the Lord of the Void explained knowingly, understanding Cain’s pragmatic choice. ”They significantly enhance speed and agility, and their durability is exceptional, capable of acting as powerful shields in battle.”

With a nod from Cain confirming his choice, the Lord of the Void removed the protective seals around the artifact and handed them to him directly.

With their chosen treasures now securely in their possession, Cain and Meylin exited the armory, ascending quickly into the sky just as two spheres shimmering with Origin Power appeared before them, gracefully floating towards the pair.

”Our deal is now complete,” the Lord of the Void proclaimed solemnly.