The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2317 Swallowed by the eclipse

Their primary objective was to block the path to the Eternity Gate and safeguard the King of the Crimson World. However, preventing the enemy from reaching the Origin Island entirely was the ideal outcome, as it would drastically increase their likelihood of victory.

Driven by the Power of Chaos, the murderous resolve within Cain's soul resonated with the True Depravitas surrounding him, fueling their own hunger to eliminate the Ancient One and the Neo-Angels. This invisible force surged through their formation, fusing their wills into a singular, deadly intent. The collective aura of the group was so overwhelming that the sky began to shimmer with a faint crimson hue, as if the very air had been saturated with blood and the metallic scent of slaughter.

"Kill!"

The Demon King bellowed the command, his roar echoing through the fundamental laws of the world. His strategic mind was perfectly aligned with Cain's; stopping the opposition before they reached the Origin Island would simplify everything. More importantly, it presented a golden opportunity to finally eradicate the Ancient One, a persistent shadow that had loomed over the Crimson World for countless eons.

In the span of a single pulse, the Scarlet King, the Enlightened One, and the eighteen True Depravitas surged forward like falling stars of annihilation. They moved at speeds exceeding light, causing space-time to buckle and warp in their wake.

The Neo-Angels reacted instantly to the incoming assault. Their eyes burned with an equal ferocity, devoid of any hesitation or fear. The cores within their chests began to thrum with violent energy, ready to siphon the power of the cosmos to fuel their transformations.

In contrast, the Ancient One hardly acknowledged the charging warriors. His gaze remained fixed on the distant eclipse, appearing indifferent to the impending clash. Just as the Demon King closed the distance, a smile touched the Ancient One’s lips as he whispered two final words. "Too late."

Suddenly, the eclipse materialized directly in their path. It was a colossal phenomenon, appearing as if an entire world had manifested within the Ninth Realm only to collapse into a singular point. This singularity erupted with such force that it instantly consumed both factions.

The event was so massive that it was visible to nearly every inhabitant of the Ninth Realm. While many were awestruck by the sight, a deeper sense of dread took root in their hearts. They could feel that whatever existed beyond that eclipse was a horror so profound that even ArchDeities would hesitate to face it.

As the realm shook with terror and the forces of the Demon King and Ancient One vanished, a solitary figure slipped out from the darkness. Moving in total silence, this individual stepped through the portal.

A few ArchDeities caught the movement with their sharpened divine senses, wondering who would be daring enough to venture into such a place. Beyond the lethal dimensional risks, the Origin Island was home to the most formidable entities in the Crimson World—beings who would never tolerate an uninvited guest.

Cain was unaware that a third party had followed them through the Eclipse Singularity. At that moment, his mind was a blur of disorientation. He was being pulled through a succession of dimensions, his perception overwhelmed by such a flood of chaotic data that he teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. This was a testament to the singularity's power; even with his Power of Chaos, which usually allowed him to traverse Realm Barriers and unstable space-time with ease, Cain found this experience nearly unbearable.

He lost all track of time as he was tossed against dimensional boundaries before finally being ejected into the sky of an unfamiliar realm. As he regained his bearings, his eyes flew open when an intense gravitational pull seized his body. An instant later, he slammed into the earth, the force of his impact splintering the ground.

Cain stood up slowly from the small crater, finding himself in a sparse forest. A look of bewilderment crossed his face as he surveyed his surroundings. His personal power was immense—surpassing that of entire planets—and defying gravity was normally an effortless feat. In any other world, treading on air was as natural as walking on land. Yet, the gravity here had overpowered his resistance and brought him down.

There was another unsettling detail. Looking at the broken earth, he realized his fall had only caused minor fractures. Given the physical modifications to his form, Cain’s weight was comparable to a star. A fall from that height should have leveled the landscape, even in the Ninth Realm. Here, he had barely made a dent.

Testing the environment, he struck the ground with a clenched fist. A punch capable of shattering a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod treasure only managed to crack the soil for a few hundred meters. Cain’s expression turned grim as he processed the data.

Lifting his right hand, he unleashed a torrent of scarlet flames. In the outside world, these fires could span light-years in a heartbeat. Here, they traveled a mere few hundred meters before flickering out. Even the local trees burned with agonizing slowness, their wood seemingly resistant to his heat. The same flames that could evaporate an ocean in the Fourth Realm struggled to clear a patch of woods. Cain scowled. "My internal Cultivation hasn't dropped, nor have my techniques lost their potency. It’s the environment. The laws of this place are so dense that even an Alpha-Omega Overgod can hardly mark the earth or sky. Space itself is so thick that it suppresses my range to a fraction of its true potential."

He took a deep breath and tried to expand his senses to scout the area. His natural sight and hearing provided very little. Even when he attempted to use his consciousness and the Supercomputer Assistant’s scanning functions, the results were lackluster. His core power remained, but the cosmic scale of his influence had been severely neutered.

Cain surveyed the alien horizon, his voice heavy with concern. "Where did this world originate from?"

It was impossible for him to believe the Origin Island was a natural extension of the Crimson World. The disparity between the laws here and the rest of the universe was transcendental—it felt as though a completely different reality had been forced into their own.