The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2288 Cain vs Urin

With a contemplative look, Meylin stared at the obsidian container. Even without looking inside, she could sense the violent struggle occurring within—two forces so immense their mere existence warped the fabric of reality.

Cain possessed power far beyond the understanding of most beings in the Second Realm, but Zarazel was no minor adversary. As a True Depravita of Fear who had attained the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank, Zarazel held a Redemption Incarnation that granted him mastery over the Power of Fear.

This cosmic energy allowed him to devastate ArchDeities with nothing more than a touch. That fact alone established him as a nightmare-inducing foe, one capable of reigning at the very pinnacle of the Crimson World’s social order.

Taking those factors into account, predicting a victor seemed impossible; Meylin assumed the duel might drag on for hours or perhaps even days.

However, barely ten seconds ticked by.

Suddenly, Meylin’s eyes erupted with a vivid scarlet glow.

She felt a massive, irresistible pull as Cain’s Cultivation resonated outward, tethering her soul to the isolated battlefield. Her internal strength surged toward the box, not through force, but through a perfect harmony, as if the Power of Chaos had stitched their very essences together.

She was not the only one affected by this bond. Throughout the Second Realm, numerous figures trembled as they answered the same spiritual summons. Trillions of inhabitants within Cain’s Divine Kingdom shook with fervor, their absolute faith transforming into fuel and their existence fortifying his divine will.

Then, the climax arrived.

"BOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A colossal blast erupted inside the container, so powerful that the reinforced structure shook with violence. Fractures raced across its exterior like shattering glass, each crack radiating waves of pure destructive energy. Meylin gasped. The raw power needed to destabilize that box was far greater than anything a typical Early Alpha-Omega Overgod could produce.

A moment later, the construct disintegrated.

Zarazel was the first to emerge.

The True Depravita of Fear stood frozen, his features masked in profound shock. His aura remained vast and intimidating, yet it flickered with unmistakable instability. Cain materialized beside him an instant later, projecting an air of absolute tranquility. Scarlet flames burned steadily in his eyes, resembling twin suns that held a power capable of shattering universal boundaries.

Cain remained silent.

He moved to stand next to Meylin, simply fixing his gaze upon Zarazel. Silence hung heavy in the air for several heartbeats.

Finally, the True Depravita of Fear let out a long breath and gave a respectful nod, his face solemn. "The army will be prepared in seven days."

"Perfect," Cain answered, nodding in return.

Without further conversation, Cain dropped into a cross-legged meditative stance and began to cultivate, his aura drawing inward. Urin was a different breed than Bradly. Her Neo-Angel techniques were polished and lethal, making them much harder to neutralize through The Flow alone.

One lapse in judgment could result in a critical wound—or death. Just winning wouldn't suffice. Cain required total dominance, intending to crush her so thoroughly that she would be unable to resist when he threw her into the Astral Black Hole.

Meylin took her place beside him and entered a state of cultivation as well. The Life Path was currently at a numerical disadvantage, and she needed to maximize every ounce of her power to survive the numerous enemies she would soon face.

The days went by in a flash.

ArchDeities began to congregate at the Heart of Sin one after another. Every newcomer arrived with the heavy presence of a seasoned warrior, and each instinctively looked toward Cain and Meylin. The pair made no effort to hide their progress. Their sheer presence broadcasted their status, sending shockwaves through the gathered experts when they realized both had attained the Peak ArchDeity Rank.

Such a rapid increase in Cultivation was nearly nonsensical.

While the Divine Kingdom Path of Power was simple in theory—using a Dream as the base and Origin Power as the catalyst—countless experts had remained stuck at the same level for millions of years.

Yet, Cain and Meylin had progressed at a pace that defied logic. To those who knew their history, however, the reason was obvious. Their Dreams were incredibly vast and refined, while their Neo-Demon and Depravita heritages permitted them to grasp Oniric Truths in a few months rather than thousands of years. As for Origin Power, the trail of blood and defeated foes they left behind provided all the evidence needed. Among those arriving, Cain spotted familiar faces like the Enlightened One, Tiamat, and the Lord of the Void, but many others were missing. The heavy toll the Life Path had paid in the Second Realm was painfully clear.

Seven days vanished in an instant.

Cain and Meylin stood up, their auras now sharp and perfectly regulated. Zarazel stood before the gathered ArchDeities with a cold, determined expression. Everyone understood what was at stake. This wasn't just another skirmish; it was their final play. Small battles would only postpone the inevitable. A victory here had the potential to completely flip the script for the Second Realm.

Cain scanned the assembled ArchDeities with his scarlet eyes. He saw only resolve.

Speeches were unnecessary.

Within seconds, Cain, Zarazel, Meylin, and the remaining ArchDeity elites of the Life Path soared out of the Heart of Sin into the sky. Their collective killing intent distorted the very atmosphere, causing the heavens to moan as if preparing for the end of the world.

Locating Urin was a simple task. It was impossible to seize entire continents within the Second Realm while remaining hidden.

Similarly, their own approach could not be masked. Urin detected them long before they reached her—and she did not flee. She couldn't afford to. If she retreated, Cain and his allies would simply reclaim their lands bit by bit until a final showdown became forced upon her.

She was currently at her peak.

With her momentum at its highest point, there was no better moment for her to engage in battle.

Cain’s eyes locked onto her distant silhouette. He stopped short, his fingers tightening around the hilt of Sky Devourer. Across the horizon, Urin stood her ground, her aura burning bright as a dagger appeared in her left hand.

For one brief moment, the Neo-Demon and Neo-Angel locked eyes.

Thousands of kilometers separated them.

Then, they both vanished.

In the following heartbeat, sword and dagger clashed high above the clouds.

The force of the collision rocked the heavens, sounding as if two celestial bodies had smashed into one another.