The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2479: Sundering the lightning

Cain’s eyes were cold as he gazed at the group advancing into the area where he had killed Jasmir.

”They’re fast,” he thought, observing the precision in their movements. ”It seems they have methods to detect energy fluctuations I can’t perceive.”

He committed that realization to memory. Underestimating unknown detection methods was how assassins often met their demise.

The Scarlet King’s gaze sharpened as he measured the newcomers. He could kill them all without difficulty. The leader was merely a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod—far beneath his current battle power. A single decisive strike would erase the entire squad before they understood what had happened.

But unnecessary bloodshed would leave traces.

A sudden burst of energy in a remote location, especially without a Royal Blutlinie of the Eternal Soul Kingdom dying, might raise mild curiosity at best. Yet if the very team dispatched to investigate such an anomaly vanished as well, the message would be unmistakable: a powerful outsider had arrived.

Cain would not make that mistake.

Besides, thanks to Aerion’s memories and the knowledge extracted from Jasmir, he already had the perfect target.

Without hesitation, he turned and vanished.

Using the Power of Karma, Cain maintained his top speed while perfectly concealing his presence. The purple threads of fate around him blurred and twisted, masking his existence from causal detection. At the same time, his awareness expanded outward, vigilant for any hidden observers.

He did not allow confidence to become arrogance.

Thrusting too much on the Power of Karma, after all, was precisely how Aerion had been taken by surprise by Cain.

Hours passed in a blur of motion before Cain reached his destination: a colossal mountain range stretching for countless kilometers. It cut across entire continents like the spine of a primordial beast. Despite its vastness, not a single Omen Beast roamed its slopes.

The reason became clear a moment later.

”BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!”

Arcs of lightning tore across the sky, crashing against peaks and ricocheting from summit to summit. The entire mountain range had become a sea of thunder—a death zone where even powerful beings would hesitate to tread.

But for one individual, it was the perfect cultivation ground.

Zator.

A hermit Royal Blutlinie and the only Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod whose disappearance might go unnoticed.

Shakra had unified nearly the entire Eternal Soul Realm beneath his banner. Even the independent Royal Blutlinie were forced to acknowledge his authority. Zator was not powerful enough to ignore the Eternal Soul King, but his cultivation technique required prolonged immersion within this lightning-infused environment, keeping him isolated for extended periods.

A convenient isolation.

Cain inhaled slowly and unleashed the Power of Chaos, scanning the mountain range with silent precision.

A small frown appeared when he failed to detect Zator’s presence.

”That makes no sense,” he muttered internally. ”In Jasmir’s memories, I saw him standing atop the central peak.”

As he analyzed the discrepancy, his eyes narrowed.

Then he sensed it.

A flicker.

A distortion hidden within the storm itself.

Surprise flashed across his face as understanding dawned.

”He’s inside the lightning storm.”

Zator was not merely cultivating within the range—he had merged his presence with the chaotic lightning arcs, masking himself within their violent currents.

Cain considered the situation carefully.

Killing a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod was within his capability. Since stepping into the King Tier, his battle power had transcended conventional limits. But killing was not enough.

He had to do it without anyone noticing.

The Power of Karma had already muddled this region’s causal connections, blurring its ties to the outside world. The Quietus Force extended across the mountain range, freezing outgoing messages and suppressing external transmissions.

Still, the earlier detection of Jasmir’s death proved the Eternal Soul Kingdom possessed formidable sensory methods.

”I need to finish this so quickly,” Cain concluded, ”that he doesn’t even realize it happened.”

He closed his eyes briefly, recalling his old assassin training.

When he opened them again, there was no hesitation.

The Blade of the End of Time materialized in his hand, its edge shimmering with suppressed annihilation. Eternum Flame surged around him, condensing into a white mantle of plasma so intense that it twisted the flow of time in its vicinity.

That was only the beginning.

The Omen of Time within his body awakened, accelerating his internal temporal flow. His thoughts sharpened. His reflexes multiplied. His very heartbeat accelerated toward the absolute limit his body could endure.

Then came the Power of Karma.

Cain seized the surrounding purple threads and reshaped them using the Power of Chains. They snapped from their metaphysical bindings, no longer passive representations of connection but active weapons.

They coiled around the Blade of the End of Time.

Its sundered power increased.

All of this he accomplished while keeping his presence completely concealed.

When his power reached its zenith, Cain shifted into a diving stance and closed his eyes once more.

He invoked The Flow.

Through it, he traced the movement of Zator within the lightning storm. The Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod moved at shocking speed, following the erratic dance of lightning arcs in chaotic, unpredictable patterns. His consciousness was immersed in instinct and thunder, not vigilance.

Yet even chaos obeyed deeper laws.

The Flow revealed them.

Cain’s perception sharpened beyond its limits.

He would have only one chance.

If he failed, the Eternal Soul Kingdom might not uncover his identity—but they would know someone was hunting their warriors. After that, every move would become exponentially harder.

Seconds stretched into eternity as he pushed his perception further.

Then—

He moved.

His figure became a streak of white descending from the highest sky. His aura and energy were restrained by the Quietus Force, making him seem like nothing more than a natural phenomenon—a shooting star plunging into a sea of lightning.

There was nothing before him.

And yet, the Blade of the End of Time pierced downward.

Right as it reached full extension, a lightning arc materialized before its tip.

The sound of countless birds echoed across the mountain range as the sword sundered the lightning itself.