The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2294 Imperium Blade: Eternal Conquest Form

Although Reaper Touch had already ascended to the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank, its evolution was far from over. This was merely the beginning of its journey into that exalted realm, placing it at the base of a massive and complex hierarchy.

The potential for further growth remained staggering. Cain sensed that, given the unique essence of the Scarlet Reaper, Reaper Touch might eventually transcend the very boundaries of the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank itself.

Reaching such heights would be a grueling endeavor. For such an evolution to occur, he would need to consume vast oceans of Origin Power and devour foes of terrifying strength. However, should he succeed, his destructive capabilities would reach a level that few entities in any realm could even conceive.

Once he finished refining his abilities, Cain shifted his focus to the spoils he had plundered from the Neo-Angel. His attention was immediately drawn to the dagger.

As he gripped the weapon, a thin smile touched his lips. The Natural Inheritance vibrated gently, its blade pulsing with spatial distortions. Cain recalled how he had pushed his limits to claim it during their first encounter, only for Urin to seize it instead. Now, the scales of fate had tipped back in his favor. "The ability to tear through space and create dimensional fractures," Cain whispered. "It is truly impressive... but yet again, it does not fit me."

Cain had long recognized that no weapon was objectively the best; there was only the weapon that perfectly matched its master. His combat style was built upon relentless pressure, absolute destruction, and overwhelming physical power. Sky Devourer was the perfect partner for that path. This dagger, regardless of its lethality, would never harmonize with his natural fighting rhythm.

However, that didn't mean it lacked value. Instead, it served as a magnificent bargaining tool that he could trade for resources more suited to his Cultivation needs.

He then examined the rest of Urin’s hoarded wealth.

"Hah... exactly what I expected from an Alpha-Omega Overgod who ruled over half the Second Realm," Cain chuckled softly. "Her riches are truly absurd."

His spatial storage was now filled with massive quantities of Origin Power, rare materials, ancient sealed relics, and various Cultivation resources. These assets ensured that Cain would not lack for supplies for a very long time. The loot gathered from the two Late ArchDeities he had killed later was also decent, though it paled in comparison to Urin's treasury.

With his gains tallied and improvements noted, Cain looked toward the far horizon.

In the distance, Zarazel and Meylin were busy leading the Life Path armies, reclaiming lost lands and tearing down the Eternal Kingdoms established by the Freedom Path. While the campaign was moving forward without a hitch, it would still take a significant amount of time to finish the job.

Cain had no intention of idling away those hours.

Focusing inward, he began a deep analysis of his combat methodology. A specific weakness became apparent almost instantly: his sword techniques were starting to fall behind his explosive growth in raw power. While his strength had reached new heights, his finesse had not kept pace.

He considered for a moment whether he should adapt the techniques found within Urin’s stolen memories, but he quickly discarded the thought.

"Imperium is nearly finished," Cain muttered to himself. "My blade must be a servant to my Dream—not the other way around. I require a technique of my own making."

He tightened his fingers around the hilt of Sky Devourer.

Now that his soul force was firmly established in the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank, Cain possessed the foundation needed to create techniques infused with Oniric Truths. Utilizing the vast library of sword arts in his mind and the analytical power of his Supercomputer Assistance, he knew he could achieve this feat.

Rising to the highest point of the sky, Cain took a deep, slow breath and shut his eyes.

The power of Imperium surged through his veins. Countless sword forms, philosophies, and strikes danced through his consciousness—each one being analyzed, refined, merged, or thrown away. He remained still at first, allowing his vision to fully crystallize.

Twelve hours passed in silence.

Then, Cain’s eyes snapped open.

He began to move.

Coils of scarlet flames wrapped around Sky Devourer as he executed deliberate, steady motions. Initially, his slashes were cautious and controlled. Slowly, they gained weight. They became sharper and more focused. Every swing of the sword carried more authority and a clearer intent.

The energy dancing around the blade grew more intense; it was no longer wild but compressed into a perfect channel. The scarlet fire shifted into glowing plasma, emitting an oppressive aura.

A heavy, suffocating pressure began to radiate through the sky.

The air grew sluggish. Space itself seemed to thicken, and even the flow of time appeared to falter.

Within his mind’s eye, Cain manifested an imaginary opponent.

He transitioned into defensive patterns, using every movement to sharpen his control and timing. Every mistake he found was instantly rectified. He then shifted back to the offensive, his strikes becoming more decisive and overwhelming. Each clash refined the technique further.

The cycle repeated endlessly.

Seven days went by.

When Meylin and the Life Path forces finally returned, the sight before them left them breathless. Cain was suspended alone in the heavens, his blade carving arcs of power that made the laws of the universe tremble. Reality itself seemed to bow to his will with every motion. With each strike, the surrounding worldly rules became purer and more focused.

"He is forging an Alpha-Omega Overgod technique..." Zarazel remarked solemnly, his voice thick with genuine awe.

The gathered ArchDeities could only watch in silent wonder. They understood immediately that this wasn't just raw talent—it was the physical manifestation of Cain’s Dream. It was a technique that belonged to him alone.

Cain ceased his movements and looked down at Sky Devourer, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Imperium Blade: Eternal Conquest Form."

Though the technique required more polishing, its current power was undeniable. it boosted Cain’s own strength while simultaneously suppressing his rivals, allowing him to dominate the field of battle. At its zenith, it could be unleashed in a split second with world-shaking force.

"It still needs some work," Cain said evenly, "but it will grant me the ability to manifest the full authority of my Dream in the battles to come."

Cain then sheathed his sword and turned his gaze toward the True Depravita.

Zarazel caught the look and understood the silent instruction. Turning to the assembled ArchDeities, the True Depravita of Fear gave his orders.

"Return to your territories. Secure them. Bring your Divine Kingdoms from the Void back onto the reclaimed lands."

The ArchDeities bowed and departed, their eyes filled with new resolve.

Only one figure stayed behind.

The Enlightened One.

He walked forward, meeting Cain’s gaze with a steady expression. "If you plan to journey further," he said with gravity, "I wish to go with you."