The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2292 Oniric Truth of Cataclysm

Nurtured by the Crimson World Matrix, Cain's soul and True Name intensified with every rhythmic beat of his heart. Reality itself seemed to weave into his core as golden threads merged with his very essence. By imprisoning Urin within his Fourth Astral Black Hole, his Neo-Demon Path had ascended to a new peak, establishing him firmly as a Late ArchDeity. However, that breakthrough was merely the beginning of his harvest.

Every aspect of Urin’s being—her accumulated cultivation and every spark of her insights—was now his to command.

Her profound grasp of the Oniric Truths streamed into Cain’s soul without obstruction, blending perfectly with his Dream. This transfer of power was total; there was no friction or degradation of knowledge. It was as if her entire life’s work had been refined into a pure essence and poured directly into his vessel.

"Hahahaha... incredible!"

Cain’s boisterous laughter rang out, vibrating across the ruined heavens. His Dream expanded and sharpened in response to the power coursing through his veins like liquid fire. While quantity was useful, quality was the true path to supremacy—and Urin had provided an inheritance of unparalleled worth.

The Oniric Truth of Cataclysm.

This was a fundamental pillar of the Imperium Dream.

While the Crimson World Matrix continued to saturate his body with energy, Cain turned his cold gaze toward the ground below. The ArchDeities of the Freedom Path were still reeling from the shock of Urin’s total destruction when they felt it—the chilling sensation of a predator’s focus narrowing onto them.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

As soon as Cain’s eyes locked onto their positions, sheer panic took hold.

Without a word of coordination, the surviving ArchDeities scattered. They burned through their Origin Power, sacrificed their life force, and even tore at their own souls to gain speed. Their flight was devoid of pride or tactics, fueled by nothing but the raw instinct to survive.

Zarazel, Meylin, and the rest of the Life Path ArchDeities were spent. Their auras were dim and flickering, their physical forms pushed far beyond the breaking point. Pursuit was impossible for them.

But Cain was different.

He had just been revitalized by his newfound strength.

"BOOM!"

The ground groaned as a crimson streak slammed down from the firmament like a falling star.

A Late ArchDeity of the Freedom Path took the full impact, driven deep into the earth by a devastating force. His skeleton shattered instantly, and his defensive arts crumbled as if they were made of glass.

Before the man could process the pain, scarlet embers invaded his Soul Dimension and exploded from within. His consciousness was snuffed out in a heartbeat.

Cain grabbed the limp ArchDeity by the throat as the Scarlet Throne—vast, primordial, and pitiless—materialized at his back. With a casual toss, Cain threw the man into the artifact, sealing his destiny forever.

Cain didn't stop for a second.

Twisting in mid-air with his wings flared, he vanished again.

The next ArchDeity barely had time to let out a gasp before Cain loomed over her. Terrified, she ignited her very life force to unleash a deluge of lightning capable of shattering a moon.

Cain simply walked through the storm.

The shroud of destruction radiating from him—empowered by the Imperium Dream—shredded the lightning into nothingness. He clamped his hand around her neck, his eyes glowing with a terrifying light as he crushed her mind with sheer mental pressure, leaving her paralyzed.

A moment later, she too was consigned to the Scarlet Throne.

A heavy silence followed.

Hovering in the sky, Cain surveyed the horizon. The remaining ArchDeities had already fled a great distance, fanning out in separate directions to maximize their chances of evasion.

"There is only enough time to catch one more."

Cain launched himself forward, turning into a blur of destructive energy.

The fleeing target sensed his approaching doom and let out a desperate roar, swinging a halberd in wide arcs. Violent waves of energy carved through the sky, each one strong enough to wipe out entire continents.

Cain smashed through every single blow.

His face remained a mask of cold indifference as he closed the gap. But just as Cain reached out to claim his prize, the ArchDeity’s eyes flared with a suicidal light.

His Origin Power began to fluctuate violently.

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

The ArchDeity chose self-detonation.

"BOOOOOOM!"

Cain was swallowed by the massive explosion. He snapped his Crimson Wings shut to shield himself as the shockwave sent him tumbling through the air. The fabric of space buckled under the blast, and several seconds passed before Cain could stabilize himself.

When the smoke cleared, he unfurled his wings and looked out over the scorched wasteland.

Cain stood silent for a moment, eventually giving a small nod of respect.

He felt no pity for his foes, but he could respect their will. That ArchDeity had taken the only path to true escape. A quick death was far better than being imprisoned for eternity inside the Scarlet Throne.

Taking a deep breath, Cain channeled the vitality flowing from the Scarlet Throne through his meridians. Waves of vigor and life force replenished his system.

Then, he descended back to the primary battlefield.

The Life Path warriors watched as Cain landed, his aura both overwhelming and comforting. He wore a broad, radiant smile that signaled a definitive triumph.

"We won."

The declaration resonated like a thunderclap.

For countless years, the Life Path ArchDeities had known only the bitterness of retreat. The Freedom Path had ruled the Second Realm, pushing them toward the brink of total annihilation with every conflict.

That age of suffering was over.

The permanent death of Urin was a fatal blow to the Freedom Path. Unless the Ancient One sent another Alpha-Omega Overgod, there was no power left that could halt their momentum.

And even that was a remote possibility.

The higher realms were currently consumed by their own escalating wars. Sending reinforcements to the Second Realm might be a luxury they could no longer afford.

"Move out."

Zarazel’s voice boomed with authority.

Despite their fatigue, the Life Path ArchDeities stood tall. This was their opportunity. With Urin fallen, the Eternal Kingdoms established by the Freedom Path were defenseless—ready to be torn down and reclaimed.

The army marched forward with fresh resolve.

Meylin stole a quick look at Cain, her eyes showing a trace of worry. His power was still fluctuating, evolving in an unstable manner. However, seeing his tranquil expression and confident nod, she turned back to the army and followed without another word.

Cain remained suspended in the air.

He shut his eyes. As the Crimson World Matrix continued its work, strengthening his soul and True Name with its golden threads, Cain began to sink into the depths of Urin’s memories, searching for the truth.