The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2343 Adam?

The conflict surrounding the pyramid intensified by the second, escalating rapidly as fresh figures emerged from the horizon.

The True Depravitas of the Life Path and the Neo-Angels of the Freedom Path finally arrived at the epicenter, each warrior radiating a suffocating level of power and murderous intent.

Though some had fallen during the journey, over a dozen elite experts from both factions successfully reached the site, immediately venting every drop of their strength to annihilate their rivals.

This served as the definitive battlefield of Origin Island, the place where this entire saga would be decided.

Cain persisted in his savage clash against the gargantuan Paramount, fighting alongside the Crimson Exarch. Even though the slightest lapse in focus could prove fatal, his divine perception still noted the exact moment Meylin and the Enlightened One joined the fray.

The pair was currently engaged with two Neo-Angels and had already sustained grievous wounds; however, Cain remained steadfast in his belief in them. Their defeat was secondary as long as they avoided death. Survival was the only true requirement.

Furthermore, while neither side possessed a crushing dominance, the Life Path held a marginal lead. The Ancient One was successfully resisting the Demon King—a remarkable achievement given his battered state—though he remained unable to advance toward the pyramid without being violently repelled.

Success would be difficult, but if the Life Path could hold out, Origin Island would eventually shut down, forcibly expelling every Cultivator from its domain.

Such an outcome would not dismantle the Freedom Path entirely, but it would alleviate the staggering weight currently crushing the Life Path.

If they no longer had to stress over the Eternity Gate, they could conduct the war with strategic patience rather than risking everything on desperate, suicidal maneuvers.

The Ancient One ground his teeth together. His lone remaining eye flickered with a furnace of fury and helplessness so potent it threatened to rupture his chest. The Eternity Gate—the goal he had pursued through countless epochs—sat right before him, yet it remained frustratingly out of reach.

Just as the Leader of the Freedom Path assumed the situation could not get any worse, fate proved him wrong.

His eye snapped wide with shock as he glanced to the side. While losing concentration in such a high-level battle was a death sentence, the approaching aura was simply too massive to ignore.

Even the Demon King found himself momentarily distracted by the incoming presence.

Soon, every powerhouse fighting at the heart of Origin Island shifted their gaze, sensing a tidal wave of raw energy and killing intent surging toward the center.

The source of the disturbance did not stay hidden for long.

A man characterized by dark hair and piercing violet eyes walked onto the field. Despite missing his left arm, the injury did nothing to dampen the dread-inducing pressure he exerted over the area. Even Late Alpha-Omega Overgods felt a cold shiver run down their spines as his gaze swept over them.

There was no mistaking who he was.

He was Zuko—the Leader of the Masked Race.

His vision immediately locked onto the focus of his rage.

"You decrepit garbage!" Zuko bellowed.

The Demon King felt a brief moment of anxiety when he noticed the man’s gaze, but his face soon broke into a mocking grin upon realizing the anger was directed solely at the Ancient One.

"Hahaha," the Demon King cackled. "You certainly have a talent for making friends."

The Ancient One ignored the taunts, staring at the Leader of the Masked Race with visible bewilderment. Risking a catastrophic backlash during his fight, he had previously manifested his white plasma wings and unleashed the evolved Negation Coffin—sealing a galaxy-devouring black hole within the technique.

He had expected the Leader of the Masked Race to be spaghettified, his very existence trapped and neutralized within that singularity for all eternity.

However, reality had betrayed his calculations.

Zuko had escaped—barely—and at a staggering price.

The Leader of the Masked Race paid no mind to the shock on the Ancient One's face. In truth, being caught within an event horizon where space-time was warped had been a nightmare that nearly broke his spirit. Now, only a single obsession remained in his mind.

He would sever the Ancient One's head and trample it into the dirt.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zuko blurred forward like a streak of obsidian. A single, unlucky Neo-Angel happened to be in his path; Zuko cleaved him in two without a word, charging through the crimson mist as his aura grew even more terrifying.

The Ancient One’s instincts flared with a warning of absolute peril, his eye widening—but before he could reposition, the Demon King materialized right behind him. A predatory smile stretched across the Demon King’s face, signaling that retreat was no longer possible.

Zuko lunged from the front with a blade designed to bypass any shield, while the Demon King conjured colossal golden hands at the Ancient One's back, prepared to crush him into the earth.

It appeared that the end had arrived.

Yet, as the darkness of death closed in, the Ancient One showed no signs of terror.

Instead, he smirked.

In that instant, the flow of time seemed to freeze. Every combatant on the field heard the Ancient One’s voice resonate through the heart of Origin Island.

"Very well," he uttered with chilling composure. "I had planned to save this for after I crossed the gate, but a trump card is useless if I am slain before I can use it."

The shadows swirling around the Ancient One suddenly rushed toward his chest, condensing into a dark, thrumming core. For the first time, his true form was revealed to the world.

He was a remarkably handsome man with sharp, defined features and raven hair. His physique seemed to be the pinnacle of vitality and power, a form polished to perfection over eons of Cultivation. Every detail of his being was flawless, as if he had been sculpted by time itself.

The sight left everyone speechless. Many, including the Neo-Angels who had never looked upon his face, had expected a withered, ancient husk.

But the Demon King was the most shaken of all.

His grin died instantly as a bolt of recognition struck him.

"...Adam?"