The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2345 No longer a Neo-Demon

The Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch struggled to their feet, swaying precariously as they occupied the third tier of the pyramid leading toward the Eternity Gate.

The Masters of Chaos and Order had reached the point of total exhaustion.

Their physical forms were drained of all strength, with no hidden Cultivation reserves left to tap into. Each lungful of air felt like fire, and every shift in posture brought agonizing pain. Nevertheless, as the Ancient One’s silhouette drew closer, their flickering determination solidified, their sheer willpower burning away any traces of uncertainty.

A wide grin spread across the Ancient One's face as he observed the pair, relishing the final moments before their spirits were utterly crushed.

To him, shattering their hope was far more satisfying than merely ending their lives.

“Option one,” he declared with chilling composure. “Bow your heads, drop to your knees, and submit to my decree.”

He held up a single finger.

“Option two, I grind you into dust and ensure your very existence is erased.”

Submit or perish.

Such were the only paths the Ancient One provided.

For a brief interval, a heavy silence hung over the pyramid.

Then, the Crimson Exarch let out a weary sigh and rolled his shoulders, his expression twisting into a feral smirk.

“Option three.”

The moment the words were spoken, the weapon in his grip warped and shifted, its metal flowing like molten radiance as it took the shape of a golden horn. With a sudden, violent motion, he lunged sideways.

Cain’s eyes snapped wide in shock.

A geyser of crimson erupted into the air.

The golden horn tore through Cain’s chest, piercing his heart with lethal precision.

“CAIN!”

Meylin’s scream echoed out, saturated with horror and fury. She struggled to stand, but her limbs remained paralyzed. She could only watch in despair. “You bastard!”

The Demon King let out a thunderous roar, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at the Crimson Exarch, cursed with the regret of not executing the man when the opportunity had first arisen.

“Hahaha! It appears you have finally come to your senses,” the Ancient One remarked, his voice dripping with mockery as he witnessed the sudden betrayal. “Better late than never.”

The Scarlet King slowly shifted his gaze toward the Crimson Exarch.

There was no Depravita Aura remaining to mend his flesh.

This strike was a death blow.

“You... son of a—”

He was unable to finish the thought.

His frame began to vibrate with violent intensity, and a towering column of blue and violet radiance burst from his chest. It shot toward the heavens like a divine spear of vengeance, unleashing a shockwave that hurled the Crimson Exarch backward.

Every remaining spark of energy in the man’s body and soul appeared to have been exhausted. He slammed into the earth, broken and bruised—yet a triumphant smile touched his bloody lips as he gazed at the rising pillar of light.

“Jackpot.”

Confusion swept through the very heart of Origin Island.

The Crimson Exarch had run the Scarlet King through the heart, and while the onlookers believed he had sold Cain out for his own life, a staggering explosion of vitality and power had occurred instead.

Even the Ancient One—who was certain of his triumph—stood frozen in shock, his face reflecting pure disbelief at this sudden turn of events.

However, his predatory instincts began to scream.

A profound danger was manifesting, and he had to intervene immediately.

Casting aside his bewilderment, he lunged forward with devastating momentum, determined to shatter the pillar of light before the process could reach its conclusion.

Before he could make contact, the Matrix of Origin Island shuddered, and strands of cosmic Dao flashed into the radiant column.

The sheer power of the Matrix sent tremors across the entire pyramid. The impact was so massive that the Ancient One himself was forced back, his boots dragging against the stone as he struggled to maintain his footing.

He stared at the light in total shock.

The Matrix was responding in a manner similar to a Neo-Angel awakening their ultimate form—but this was something far greater.

This wasn't just the sealing of law fragments or the manipulation of rules for a fleeting power-up.

It was as if the fundamental laws of the cosmos were rebuilding Cain’s very soul.

He was evolving. This was not the path of a Neo-Angel or a Neo-Demon, but something entirely unprecedented.

The pillar of light did not persist for long. It began to thin and fade, revealing the silhouette of the man standing within.

When the light vanished completely, Cain was revealed.

Neo-Demon armor encased his limbs, yet it was no longer composed of bone. It had transformed into a deep obsidian black, engraved with shimmering blue runes that seemed to pulse with the weight of universal laws.

A crown-like obsidian halo hovered above his head. From this crown, billions of nearly translucent threads extended, tethering his presence directly to the fabric of reality.

His Wings of Chaos had also reached a new stage of evolution.

No longer consisting of simple plasma, they had turned into massive feathers of obsidian, each one glowing with the swirling, turbulent energy of Chaos.

Profound awe washed over the Demon King, Meylin, and the surviving warriors of the Life Path.

It wasn't just the visual change that stunned them—it was the pressure. The raw power emanating from Cain caused the entire battlefield to tremble in fear.

In truth, Cain himself was caught off guard.

Upon inspecting his internal state, he found that his Neo-Demon Core and the Blue Matrix had vanished. In their stead, a mysterious obsidian dodecahedron resided in his heart—a singular anchor for his entire existence and power.

“I am no longer a Neo-Demon...” Cain whispered, unsure of what to make of this change.

A thousand questions raced through his mind, but there was no time for contemplation.

Taking a deep breath, he cleared his thoughts and tightened his grip.

“ZNNNN!”

The very fabric of space groaned.

In a heartbeat, Cain vanished from his spot on the pyramid and materialized directly in front of the Ancient One. His fist slammed into the villain’s chest with cataclysmic power, launching the Ancient One high into the atmosphere.

The Ancient One quickly regained his composure, shoving aside his shock. His eyes burned with a mixture of cold malice and resolve.

It mattered not what form Cain had taken.

He would still be slaughtered.

“Die, you rat!”

With a furious roar, the Ancient One plummeted from the clouds as Cain surged upward to meet the collision.