The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2286 The plight of the Life Path in the Second Realm

Naturally, the symbiotic essence of the Power of Chaos ensured that Cain was not the only one to experience a surge in strength.

A subtle smile played on his lips as he turned his head, detecting a formidable aura erupting nearby. He could distinctly sense the Neo-Demon Aura boiling over, intertwined with the lethal destructive traits of an Absolute Destruction True Doomsday Body emerging within a Divine Kingdom bordering his own.

Cain did not hesitate for a second before spreading his Crimson Wings. With a fold in the fabric of space, he vanished, only to reappear high in the firmament above his Divine Kingdom.

The vista stretching out before him was nothing short of grand.

His Divine Kingdom had expanded to a colossal scale, its dimensions now comparable to significant portions of an entire realm. Beneath him lay endless continents of golden earth, where rivers of energy pulsed like glowing veins through the landscape. The inhabitants had also gained substantial power, nourished by the Kingdom's rising influence and the massive flood of pure, distilled energy saturating every corner of existence.

As soon as Cain manifested, every Cultivator within the Divine Kingdom bowed in unison.

Their actions were perfectly synchronized, marked by deep reverence and absolute loyalty. Their eyes were filled with profound awe and devotion as they looked toward him. To these people, Cain was more than a mere sovereign or protector; he was a genuine god. He was an omniscient and omnipotent being to whom they credited their survival, their Cultivation, and their destiny.

Cain had always maintained a notably relaxed attitude toward the denizens of his Divine Kingdom. He never enforced strict mandates or coerced them into rapid growth. Neither did he meddle excessively in their affairs or restrict their autonomy. They lived according to their own wills, practiced Cultivation as they saw fit, and progressed at their own speed. The Divine Kingdom’s resources were accessible to anyone capable of grasping them, and those possessing true ambition were naturally rewarded by the flow of fate.

Drawing a long breath, Cain lifted his hand.

From his palm, thousands of droplets of crimson blood spilled forth, drifting across the heavens like a shower of falling stars. Each drop paused in mid-air before ascending and shifting into massive pillars of scarlet radiance. Within these pillars lay concentrated wisdom—comprehensive legacies of ArchDeity Techniques, deep Cultivation insights, and shards of Oniric Truths.

After confirming that the Supercomputer Assistant had assumed oversight of the distribution and management of these assets, Cain turned his attention elsewhere.

To his left, the very fabric of space began to vibrate.

A figure stepped out from a neighboring Divine Kingdom, her aura both brilliant and dominating. Meylin ascended into the sky, her silhouette wreathed in golden radiance. The expression in her eyes was peaceful yet commanding, a testament to her advanced control over The Flow. Her aura felt polished, balanced, and immensely formidable.

A bright smile lit up her face the moment her eyes met Cain's.

A deep sense of longing appeared in the gazes of both the Neo-Demon and the True Depravita as they looked at each other. Years had passed since they had last shared a moment together. Although Cain felt the pressure to progress quickly, he knew it was prudent to take time to adjust to the Power of Chaos and the Depravita energy now flooding his Dantian and body.

Thus, Cain and Meylin descended together.

They began to travel across the vast terrain of the Second Realm.

Because of their overwhelming power, it was trivial for them to remain hidden. Entire battalions could have marched past them without ever detecting a hint of their presence. However, as Cain surveyed the condition of the realm, his expression slowly darkened.

The warriors following the Life Path were clearly struggling.

Fortunately, even though Meylin had spent most of her time within her Divine Kingdom—focusing on her own Cultivation and Cain’s protection—she had kept a close watch on the conflicts spreading across the Crimson World.

Urin, the Alpha-Omega Overgod Neo-Angel leading the Freedom Path forces in the Second Realm, had been relentlessly aggressive. Her campaign had been brutal. Citadels fell one after another, Eternal Kingdoms were wiped out, and the lives of countless experts were snuffed out by her relentless march.

Currently, the Freedom Path held dominion over nearly eighty percent of the Second Realm's territory.

Even considering that Urin surpassed Azazel, the True Depravita of Fear, in strength and held an Alpha-Omega Overgod Natural Inheritance, such a rapid conquest was inherently risky and expensive. Nevertheless, she seemed indifferent to the loss of her soldiers or the vast wealth expended to maintain her momentum. As Cain scrutinized the data, a sense of foreboding took root. This could be a reaction to his interference in the Third Layer. While the obliteration of Bradly’s physical form and soul had surely disrupted the status quo, Cain sensed a deeper, hidden factor that he had not yet identified.

"If my objectives regarding the Fourth Astral Black Hole succeed," Cain contemplated with composure, "the solution to this mystery will also be revealed."

A look of sharp resolve filled his eyes as he gave a firm nod. Pushing those concerns to the back of his mind, he reached out and took Meylin’s hand. Together, they continued their flight over the battle-scarred world.

Cain suspected that once the next stage of his plan commenced, there would be no opportunities for rest. Consequently, he permitted himself to savor these few days of peace, however brief they might be.

Even in a land torn apart by unending slaughter, beauty could still be found. Together, Cain and Meylin invited countless refugees into their Divine Kingdoms. Their golden territories were already large enough to support trillions of souls. Since the growth of every resident served to strengthen the Divine Kingdom, expanding the population was a strategic move as much as it was a compassionate one.

They forced no one to join them.

Yet, in a world ravaged by conflict, there were innumerable families desperate for a sanctuary where their children could grow up without the shadow of terror.

After weeks dedicated to mutual comfort and the rescue of trillions of lives across the Second Realm, Cain and Meylin finally departed for the Void Beyond the Realm. They entered the Heart of Sin and climbed to its peak level.

There, they met Zarazel.

The True Depravita of Fear wore a look of utter grimness.

His eyes betrayed signs of fatigue, bottled-up anger, and profound irritation—feelings he did not bother to hide. The cause was evident. Maintaining control over the Second Realm had been his duty, and by any standard, he had failed miserably.

He was so lost in his own frustrations that he didn't immediately register Cain's arrival.

When he finally looked up, his eyes widened with pure shock.

A wave of astonishment washed over him as he felt the staggering, terrifying power vibrating through the Neo-Demon’s frame—a level of power far beyond what Cain had possessed during their last encounter.