The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2303 New Late Overgod Technique

Cain and Meylin ascended once more into the firmament of the Fourth Realm. No words were required for the Skull Lord to grasp the outcome of their audience with the Three Moons. The frigid expressions they wore, though disciplined, revealed everything he needed to understand.

At the very least, no cataclysmic eruption of Qi had occurred, and no duel had broken out. That fact alone saved him from immense irritation. Despite his personal distaste for the Three Moons, the Skull Lord recognized their vital necessity in the struggle for the Fourth Realm; thus, he could not simply strike them down.

"Let us head back to the Heart of Sin," the Skull Lord remarked with composure. "You can recuperate there while we deliberate on our upcoming strategy."

With a nod from Cain, the party immediately took flight.

The sheer scale of the Fourth Realm was staggering, dwarfing the lower realms by an incomparable margin. Here, the fabric of space-time was incredibly dense, creating a level of resistance that made long-distance teleportation a grueling task even for the most formidable experts.

Nevertheless, the Skull Lord’s aura surged outward to shield them, and with every passing breath, their momentum intensified. While this mode of travel was only efficient for crossing massive distances, their velocity reached a terrifying peak once their trajectory stabilized.

By the fourth day of travel, their speed had increased to such a degree that Cain found it difficult to track anything other than distorted streaks of light. He threw a glance toward the Skull Lord and felt a surge of silent amazement. Even at this breakneck pace, the True Depravita showed no signs of exhaustion. His breath remained calm and his aura unshakable, as if maintaining such speed required no more effort than a leisurely stroll.

"So this is the true gap in power," Cain mused. "It is said that those who attain the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank sit at the summit of the food chain—but that is merely the starting point. Those who have moved past the Early Stage command cosmic forces on a completely different magnitude."

Shortly thereafter, they emerged into the Void bordering the Fourth Realm. The concentration of chaotic Qi here was immense, violent enough to dissolve the Divine Kingdoms of weaker beings who lacked a sufficiently profound foundation. "In a place like this, only the truly powerful can draw breath," Cain whispered.

It was now clear to him that higher realms didn't just foster stronger cultivators; they demanded immense strength simply to survive the environment itself.

The Heart of Sin soon emerged on the horizon. Although it shared a resemblance to the bastions Cain had encountered in other realms, this fortress was far more resilient, its very bones reinforced to withstand the might of Alpha-Omega Overgods. Even the devastating blade of the Neo-Angel they had previously fought would find it difficult to leave a scratch on these walls.

Upon entering, the group climbed to the highest tier of the stronghold. Only then did they permit themselves a moment of quiet to settle their internal Qi and organize their thoughts.

"We still have several months before the deadline," the Skull Lord noted. "Do you wish to proceed immediately to the Fifth Realm, or will you stay? Should you remain, I can promise you endless combat and a wealth of merit points."

The True Depravita made no effort to mask his curiosity. Combatants of Cain’s caliber—particularly one who could slay an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod—were capable of tipping the scales of the entire war. Both Meylin and the Enlightened One shifted their attention to Cain, waiting for his word.

The prospect of staying in the Fourth Realm didn't bother them. The theater of war was active, enemies were everywhere, and the sheer density of the Oniric Truth in this realm would allow them to refine their cultivation much faster than in the lower heavens.

Cain paused to weigh his options before speaking.

"We shall stay in the Fourth Realm until one month remains before the deadline," he eventually decided. "Thirty days should be sufficient to breach the barrier into the Fifth Realm, provided my strength is at its peak."

A flicker of suppressed excitement danced in the Skull Lord’s eyes.

"Excellent. With your assistance, we can broaden our territory significantly. If luck is on our side, we might even manage to obliterate the physical form of that wretch Crowley."

The prospect of tearing through the Neo-Angel’s flesh brought him a visible sense of thrill.

Cain offered a small nod and a faint smile.

"I will lend my strength to the major battles," he stated. "However, my talents are best utilized in precision strikes. If you give me a list of high-value targets, I can slip into enemy lands and take them out personally."

This was the same tactic Cain had perfected in the Second and Third Realms under Zarazel and Tiramisu—surgical, lethal, and devastating to the enemy's morale.

However, the Skull Lord shook his head dismissively.

"That strategy is unfeasible here. You would be detected almost the moment you crossed the line."

Before Cain could argue, the Skull Lord elaborated.

"I do not question your skill. However, just as we rely on the Three Moons, Crowley has a prophet of immense power at his disposal. I am unaware of their true identity, but they can foresee almost every ambush or covert operation we attempt."

Cain, Meylin, and the Enlightened One were genuinely taken aback. While divination was common among elites, predicting the movements of Alpha-Omega Overgods required a terrifyingly high level of domain and authority.

"The Realm Barrier might have shielded you from their sight previously," the Skull Lord said with a heavy tone, "but now that you are here, they will be watching your every move."

His expression turned grim as he focused on Cain.

"Because of the prophets on both sides, the war in the Fourth Realm has devolved into direct confrontation—sheer, overwhelming force meeting force."

Cain’s brow furrowed. While head-on battles were perfect for sharpening his combat instincts, they lacked the opportunities for the systematic slaughter needed to nourish the Scarlet Throne. Without that constant flow of energy, his progress in refining the Reaper Touch or tempering his body would be noticeably slowed.

Regardless, there were other ways to grow.

"I understand," Cain finally replied. "We will follow your lead."

He stopped for a moment, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes.

"I have a request. Do you have any body-enhancement techniques—specifically those focused on physical refinement? I am not seeking a favor. I believe the merit points from killing Urin are substantial, and I am willing to trade high-level treasures to settle the difference."

As the words left his lips, Cain swept his hand through the air. Space rippled, and several Alpha-Omega Overgod-level armaments and weapons appeared, each one pulsing with a terrifying, divine authority.