The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2327 Samsara Lord's statue

As Cain’s form was consumed by the fierce energy explosion, a grim and pitiless grin spread across Ideonus's face. For a fleeting moment, the entire battlefield was buried under obsidian radiance and savage shockwaves. The very atmosphere wailed under the immense strain.

Then, in the following heartbeat, Cain burst forth.

Chaos Wings erupted from his back in a spray of crimson plasma, their arrival sparking a primal terror in the soul of any beholder. Before Ideonus had a chance to respond, Cain gripped him by the skull and began dragging him ruthlessly across the terrain. The frozen earth crumbled beneath them as deep trenches were carved into both stone and ice.

The violet eyes of the Origin Island native bulged in disbelief as he sensed Cain’s power ascending once more. Those scarlet wings were far more than just a manifestation of energy; they radiated an ancient, instinctive dread that forced his very spirit to shrink back.

Despite this, Ideonus refused to yield.

Clenching the hilt of his invisible blade, he discharged a colossal wave of obsidian energy. The resulting detonation ripped through the clearing, finally shoving Cain backward.

The Chaos Wings surged violently, steadying Cain’s frame and allowing him to recover his footing almost instantly. With no trace of hesitation, Cain lunged forward again, every motion saturated with lethal intent.

The Power of Chaos exerted a crushing weight upon his soul, particularly when utilized at such a high level of engagement. Cain had hoped to avoid relying on it so heavily. There was a constant danger of encountering Neo-Angels further ahead, and he required enough remaining strength to execute them without delay.

Regrettably, Ideonus had left him with no other choice.

At this stage, Cain had abandoned all restraint, going completely all-out. If slaying this man meant inciting the wrath of whatever powers backed him, then so be it. Cain would address those consequences when they arrived.

Ideonus, naturally, was also fighting with everything he had.

While the Power of Chaos had vastly augmented Cain’s physical prowess, the activation of the mask had elevated Ideonus to a staggering level of might. Their blades clashed repeatedly, each strike discharging energy waves that grew more turbulent with every blow. The ground beneath them shuddered as fissures spread through the permafrost like shattered glass.

A burst of obsidian force sent Cain reeling back again, but he regained his balance in less than a second. His fingers tightened around Sky Devourer while his Chaos Wings began to vibrate in harmony with the world’s fundamental laws.

Suddenly, dark purple filaments appeared in the air around him.

They drifted through the sky like the veins of reality itself, appearing subtle yet possessing an impossible density. Cain’s eyes widened as the realization struck him.

This was the Matrix of Origin Island—the very rules and laws that governed this realm.

The power they held was beyond description.

Drawing upon the Matrix of Origin Island was an entirely different beast compared to manipulating the laws of the Crimson World. The strength it bestowed was frightening, but the strain it placed on Cain’s physical body and soul was exponentially more severe. His skeleton groaned under the pressure, and his blood hammered against his veins as his very existence was forced to synchronize with the island's rules.

Cain didn't waste a single moment on analysis.

His expression remained frigid and merciless, his focus locked entirely on Ideonus.

The violet-eyed warrior was even more stunned to see Cain channeling the island's laws. That shock lasted only a moment before it was overtaken by a paralyzing sense of existential horror.

"Chaos of Worldbreak!"

The energy surrounding Sky Devourer erupted with explosive force. The sword shrieked as scarlet and void-like powers merged, distorting the surrounding space. Ideonus realized, with absolute certainty, that the coming strike would be fatal.

He didn't stick around to witness it.

The violet glow in his eyes flared to a blinding intensity. His entire form blurred, shifting into a mass of obsidian light as he retreated at an incredible velocity. The massive wall of ice split apart, forming a giant tunnel as Ideonus surged through it and vanished from Cain’s senses.

Cain halted his strike immediately.

He channeled every bit of his concentration into soothing the turbulent energies roiling inside him. The Chaos Wings dissolved and the Matrix threads vanished as he forcibly quelled them. Only then did Cain let out a heavy breath, a brief look of relief crossing his face.

In truth, triggering Ragnarok would have unleashed a truly divine power—but the backlash might have rendered him unconscious for an indeterminate amount of time. In a treacherous place like Origin Island, such a gamble was unacceptable and likely suicidal.

Naturally, Cain did not drop his guard.

He had already witnessed how effortlessly the denizens of Origin Island could bypass his detection. Only after verifying he was truly alone, with no hidden threats nearby, did he finally relax. His Asura Form and Doomsday Incarnation receded, returning his body to a stable state.

Even so, Cain did not pull back.

He had clearly watched Ideonus pass through the ice wall, meaning there was a way to traverse it.

The Power of Chaos and The Flow sharpened in his eyes as he studied the barrier. Gradually, intricate patterns began to surface.

"Energy lines..." Cain whispered. "They are so minuscule that finding them on my own would have taken an eternity."

A faint smirk touched his lips.

Cain reached out with his energy, carefully manipulating the hidden pathways woven into the ice wall. After a few moments, massive slabs of ice began to groan and slide aside, uncovering a narrow passage.

Without pausing, Cain stepped inside.

The sight that met him was breathtakingly beautiful, yet deeply haunting.

The sky above was drenched in a perpetual, aurora-like radiance, with ribbons of color flowing endlessly across the firmament. The concentration of rules and laws in this sector was even denser, weighing down on his perception with massive force.

"Just what is this island?" Cain pondered.

He refused to let himself be sidetracked.

Advancing forward, he moved past the ice wall and entered what looked like a prehistoric city. Consistent with the rest of Origin Island, the architecture was built in perfect sync with the environment. Buildings were crafted from living trees and ancient stone, with bridges naturally integrated into the landscape.

Despite their aged and weathered look, Cain could sense that these structures were incredibly tough. Considering the harshness of the island's climate, the city’s resilience likely eclipsed that of most fortresses in the Empyrean Worlds.

Cain moved through the ancient ruins with caution, hunting for any information regarding the true nature of Origin Island. The situation was growing more perilous by the minute, and he had yet to link up with the Freedom Path forces. Gaining an understanding of his location—and the nature of this world—was now vital. Regrettably, the ruins provided no obvious hints. That was until he reached the city center.

Cain stopped dead in his tracks.

Standing before him was a statue that remained completely untouched by time or decay. Carved from a mysterious stone, it portrayed a man possessing three eyes. The aura radiating from the figure was one Cain had encountered before.

"...Samsara Lord?"