The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2279 Understanding the Power of Chaos

Cain’s eyes snapped open, and his soul aura immediately erupted in a violent flare—though it was a display of instability rather than raw power. This surge shook the Scarlet Crown like a sudden tremor, its jagged and uneven edges exposing the severe exhaustion still eating away at his physical form and soul.

While Anark’s strength, paired with the vitality of the Everstrife Empyrean World provided by Ao and Aioro, had shortened a slumber that should have spanned years or decades, Cain’s injuries remained critical. His life force, soul force, and will were only maintained by the grace of the Samsara Runic Set and the Samsara Immortal Body. Despite these divine protections, he was still far from being whole.

Several seconds passed before Cain could force himself up from the floor. His limbs felt heavy, and every motion he made was shadowed by a dull throb of pain. He gave a nod of appreciation toward Anark, Ao, and Aioro before taking a slow, deep breath to inspect his internal condition.

He tightened his grip, circulating his soul power and ego to probe the state of his Rebirth Heart and Inner Universe. After a few minutes of quiet, intense focus, his expression turned grim.

"I can use only around half of my strength," he whispered, his tone quiet but firm. "And every minute I spend fighting will come at a great cost to my recovery."

Accepting this reality, Cain reached deeper into his essence, linking with the Power of Chaos. Even in its quiet state, it throbbed as a fundamental part of him, casting thin threads out into the Everstrife Empyrean World. Through this network, he perceived the spirits and emotions of countless lives—some links were faint whispers, while others resonated with the intensity of distant thunder.

"Even without me doing anything, the Power of Chaos is already enhancing my people and me," Cain murmured. "I can feel the flow of spirit and psychic energy from the Scarlet Throne moving with much more force through the Scarlet Stars."

A slight smile touched his face. This refined connection would speed up the Cultivation and growth of every individual marked by a Scarlet Star. Furthermore, this bond functioned as a two-way street.

"The stronger they become," Cain remarked, "the stronger their Scarlet Stars grow—and now I can tap into their power."

This passive upgrade was already at work, feeding the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan with the Concepts and energy of every Scarlet Star bearer. Yet, Cain was acutely aware of how far he was from mastering this gift. Channeling such force placed a terrifying burden on his soul and ego—a strain so great that his previous attempt had nearly obliterated him, resulting in his long coma.

There was also a much higher standard to reach.

He recalled the legends of the Demon King—how Adam had utilized the Power of Chaos to transcend the Demon King’s very nature and grant him freedom. Cain knew he was nowhere near that level of cosmic authority. At least, not for the foreseeable future.

Having gauged his current capacity, he turned his attention to the state of the universe. He looked at Anark, who wordlessly offered a spark of consciousness. Cain took it, allowing the flood of data to wash through his mind.

As he processed the events following his collapse from the psychic scream, a heavy frown settled on his features.

"This complicates everything," he muttered.

The barrier of rot and fire surrounding the Root World was far beyond his expectations—a massive wall of cosmic flames and pulsating flesh that even the mightiest beings could not breach. In his current state, he certainly lacked the power to break through.

The only silver lining was Anark’s deduction: the wall lacked a permanent source of energy. Eventually, it would lose its stability and fail. Only after that collapse could they begin a new offensive.

However, that process would take years. Years during which the Heart of the Root would continue to consume, evolve, and strengthen itself.

While weighing the future conflicts, a specific memory surfaced—two distinct soul forces darting through the failing portal into the Emptiness just before the gateway vanished.

The Scarlet King remained ignorant of their identities. He only knew they were the architects of the psychic scream that had shattered his mental defenses and rendered him unconscious, proving they were far more dangerous than any High Lord.

"It seems there are two more powerful beings to be wary of," he said softly. "Other than the Radagon. And who knows what strength they'll reach once the barrier lifts."

A mountain of problems began to pile up before him. For a fleeting moment, the sheer weight felt overwhelming. However, Cain straightened his posture. Even with the fate of the universe resting on him, he stood his ground.

He was the sovereign. The one who could not falter. He had to remain the pillar of strength—regardless of the odds.

"First things first."

Cain turned his gaze to Anark and conjured a flame of forty-one colors. The dancing light filled the throne room with a shimmering, ethereal radiance.

"The Alpha Omega Tribulation Enhancement already repaired your body and life force," Cain explained. "But I can still detect damage to your soul and will. This Middle ArchDiety Tribulation Enhancement is the best I can do without risk. It won't make you stronger, but it should restore you to your peak—or at least close enough."

Anark responded with a small, grateful smile, his eyes burning with resolve. Though he had masked it effectively, his soul and will were in a fragile state, having been partially incinerated during his clash with the King of the Root. Through traditional methods, recovery might have taken decades—if it happened at all. Now, a much faster path to healing was before him.

Cain acted immediately. He released the flame, sending ripples of world energy swirling around Anark before they surged into him, fusing with his soul and ego. Even in his weakened state, performing a forty-one-color Tribulation Enhancement was a simple task for Cain.

The process finished in less than two hours. Anark took a deep breath as the heaviness vanished from his spirit, a bright smile spreading across his face.

He stood tall, his aura now steady and luminous, no longer haunted by the tremors of hidden wounds.