The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2335 White wings that summon the World Matrix

The Enlightened One’s eyes flared with a brilliant light just as the blade was inches from his skin, and in that fleeting moment, the very fabric of time ground to a halt.

Shock filled the eyes of the Masked Race Leader as he found his sword locked in place, unable to move forward by even a hair. The resistance was insurmountable. Before his mind could register the situation, the surrounding space began to warp and implode.

Within a heartbeat, a colossal cage of absolute darkness had sealed him inside.

"Negation Coffin," the Ancient One declared, his voice resonating with a chilling coldness.

The flow of time resumed.

The obsidian prison shuddered under the stress of a terrifying power erupting within—a force designed to erase existence itself, paired with a gravitational pressure equivalent to a multitude of black holes condensed into a pinprick.

Zuko’s pupils dilated as the destructive energy besieged him from every angle, tearing not just at his physical form, but at the very atoms of his flesh and the fundamental particles of his soul.

The Masked Race was renowned for their peerless durability, and Zuko possessed the ultimate physique of his kin. Nevertheless, even his legendary toughness was being pushed to the brink.

Fresh blood leaked from every pore and orifice as he felt his internal organs being twisted into knots.

He had to break free—yet the Negation Coffin was a void without direction, lacking an entrance or an exit. It was a pocket dimension of pure annihilation where the forces of negation hammered him without pause, intensifying with every passing second.

The grim specter of death loomed over the Leader of the Masked Race.

Despite the peril, he maintained his iron resolve.

Inhaling deeply, Zuko brought his hand to his face. Without hesitation, he plunged his own finger deep into his skull.

Sensing the imminent destruction of Zuko’s existence, the Ancient One allowed a dark, blood-stained grin to pull at his lips. This technique was a trump card he had meticulously crafted to use against the Demon King. It was a spaceless dungeon where the victim would be ground into dust until nothing remained, rendering even the famed regeneration of the True Depravitas leader useless.

Everything was unfolding according to his design.

Until—

"CRACK."

A jagged fissure tore across the surface of the Negation Coffin.

The Ancient One had no time to respond before the fractures multiplied at lightning speed, causing the dark cage to shatter into a million shards. The prison detonated outward, revealing Zuko standing amidst the wreckage.

A mask now adorned his features.

His aura exploded.

The power radiating from the Masked Race Leader soared to unprecedented heights, becoming violent and suffocating. The Ancient One’s frame shook uncontrollably as blood streamed from his eyes; the backlash of his ultimate technique being forcibly demolished was ravaging his body and soul.

However, that pain was the least of his concerns.

Zuko did not grant him a single moment to breathe.

A flash of steel cut through the air.

Desperate, the Ancient One summoned his tentacles to form a protective barrier while retreating rapidly, trying to contain the internal havoc caused by the backlash. But the strength Zuko displayed after donning his Mask was simply monstrous.

The defensive tentacles were swatted away like insects.

Zuko’s blade tore through meat, Cultivation energy, and spirit with equal ease. Every gash was lethal, biting deep into the bone and severing the very pathways of power within the Ancient One. Each impact sent shockwaves directly into his core.

Wounds multiplied across the Ancient One’s form, painting the sky with his blood.

Finally, Zuko delivered a strike of such catastrophic power that it nearly cleaved the Ancient One in half, carving a path through his chest and sending him plummeting into the earth with the force of a falling star.

The Leader of the Masked Race hovered in the heavens, his gaze frigid and devoid of mercy, prepared to deliver the final blow.

But as he moved to descend into the smoking crater, his instincts flared with a warning of extreme danger.

Zuko stopped abruptly in mid-air.

His expression turned grim as the dust settled, showing the Ancient One rising once more from the ruined earth. The Power of Negation swirled around him, stitching his physical injuries together with eerie speed, though the deep scars on his soul and energy remained.

Yet, something had shifted.

The Ancient One’s aura began to climb—higher and higher—until, before Zuko’s stunned eyes, wings made of white plasma burst from his back.

Zuko tightened his white-knuckled grip on his sword.

He sensed a lethality emanating from those wings that surpassed anything the Ancient One had previously revealed. His eyes widened as the plasma wings merged with the local space, causing the Matrix of the island to manifest.

The Ancient One locked eyes with the Leader of the Masked Race, his pupils transforming into endless pools of white radiance—a stare that promised total erasure.

"Time to finish this."

In another part of the battlefield, Meylin and the Enlightened One were locked in combat with a Neo-Angel.

Their foe was Parmeto, a humanoid entity wielding a gargantuan drill that was larger than himself. All three fighters were riddled with injuries, and the terrain was a wasteland after an hour of non-stop slaughter. Everyone was reaching their limit.

As they lunged forward for a final exchange, the very laws of Origin Island began to vibrate. A massive tidal wave of energy swept across the land, a power so vast it echoed through every plane of existence.

Parmeto froze, paralyzed by shock.

Never before had he witnessed the fundamental laws of the world react with such violence.

This hesitation proved fatal for the Neo-Angel. The True Depravita of Origin Sin and the Enlightened One were accustomed to such chaos. They kept their focus and instantly exploited the lapse in his defense.

Meylin tapped into the full essence of Redemption Incarnation. Her twin blades drove deep into Parmeto’s torso, locking his movements. Simultaneously, the Enlightened One brought his staff around with bone-shattering force, slamming it into Parmeto’s skull.

The Neo-Angel’s eyes filled with pure terror.

He was powerless to stop it.

The staff exploded on contact, vaporizing his head and shattering his soul, forcing his True Name to flee the battlefield.

As the Neo-Angel fell, grim smiles touched the faces of Meylin and the Enlightened One. Though Parmeto was merely an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod, his demise was a significant victory.

One enemy down. One step closer to the end.