The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2347 The opening of the Eternity Gate

A stunned silence gripped the battlefield as dust and chaotic ripples of power radiated from the massive canyon carved by Cain's strike.

The fundamental laws and rules of Origin Island were incredibly resilient. Even during the fierce struggle of over twenty Alpha-Omega Overgods fighting with absolute killing intent, the island's structural integrity usually kept the devastation localized. However, Cain’s technique had sliced a colossal gorge through the terrain, a wound so vast it testified to the horrific destructive potential of his obsidian energy.

"It might be even stronger than the EndSphere from my Primordial Body."

This realization crossed Cain's mind, causing a confident, wide grin to spread across his face. Nevertheless, he remained focused, refusing to let his guard down. He understood clearly that the conflict was far from its conclusion.

Before long, the Ancient One clawed his way out of the impact crater.

His physical form was severely mangled, with charred flesh and deep lacerations covering his body, yet his gaze remained devoid of fear or submission. With slow, calculated movements, he shifted his attention toward the shadow sphere. The orb vibrated violently as he began to siphon its essence into himself, draining its power without any restraint.

The Neo-Angels let out agonizing shrieks as their very essence was harvested from them.

Their suffering held no weight for the Ancient One. Their existences were trivial. His only focus was the tidal wave of power now saturating his frame, saturating every bone and vessel within him.

His back began to heave and convulse.

From his spine—positioned directly between his white plasma wings—gigantic tentacles burst forth. Each appendage was riddled with grotesque eyes and etched with sinister sealing runes. They thrashed wildly before expanding in size, morphing into titan-sized serpents composed of pure shadow and authority.

Without warning, they lunged at Cain.

Their velocity and sheer force were staggering.

Cain's gaze sharpened instantly. He recognized the threat immediately: if those tentacles ensnared him, even his current level of Cultivation would not save him from being sealed. Space-time would freeze around his person, locking him away in a prison for all eternity.

However, he did not flee.

Instead, Cain inhaled deeply, pushing his Qi and energy to their absolute limits. His obsidian power flared with renewed violence as he ignited both his life force and soul force, forcing his physique into its ultimate peak state. He then charged forward like a bolt of lightning.

With strikes fueled by overwhelming physical might, he punched one of the shadow serpents, sending it reeling through the air. Maintaining his relentless pace, he fired a beam of obsidian energy at another, shattering it into fading remnants of shadow.

Leveraging his massive physical prowess and obsidian energy, Cain advanced without mercy. He obliterated everything in his way—smashing, blasting, and erasing obstacles—as the distance between him and the Ancient One closed.

It required every ounce of his strength.

Cain began to notice that his obsidian energy was losing its edge against the shadow serpents. They were adapting, their resistance to his power growing by the second. Despite this, he pressed on without a moment's hesitation, knowing that even a heartbeat's pause would mean his certain death.

The Ancient One's eye radiated a terrifying, magnified light while he watched the Scarlet King draw near, his gaze fixated entirely on the obsidian energy circulating through Cain’s Meridians.

Finally, after carving a path of ruin across the heavens, Cain arrived directly in front of his foe.

The Scarlet King pressed his palms together, beginning to condense obsidian energy for a finishing blow.

In that split second, the Ancient One’s white wings expanded violently as he tapped into the shadow orb's power once more. His voice boomed through the fabric of reality as he spoke a single command.

"Seal."

Cain’s eyes contracted.

He felt a wave of energy ripple through the world, invading his body and completely suppressing his obsidian power. It felt as though a primordial law had been etched into the universe, severing his link to his energy and leaving it stagnant. The light in the Ancient One’s eye dimmed significantly after performing such a feat, but a triumphant smirk appeared on his face.

With Cain's power neutralized, he appeared defenseless. The tentacles lunged forward, poised to crush the Scarlet King and trap him in a frozen moment of forever.

But instead of terror, Cain’s expression shifted to one of pure ferocity.

A brilliant golden light erupted from his eyes, more radiant than ever before.

His index fingers moved with blinding speed.

Within a fraction of a nanosecond, Cain struck eighteen vital points across the Ancient One’s form.

Then, just as the tentacles were about to make contact, they exploded simultaneously.

Geysers of blood sprayed from every one of the Ancient One's wounds and orifices as his frame went into violent spasms.

Cain’s grin widened as he felt the Flow Art: Thirty-Three Stars take full effect.

He had known that defeating a manipulator as dangerous as the Ancient One required a hidden trump card to be played at the final moment. He had prepared this specific countermeasure in the event that his obsidian energy was countered.

He was only capable of executing such a high-tier Flow Art because of his new race's natural harmony with the universe, which elevated his mastery over the Flow to a level never seen before.

Sensing the Ancient One’s soul force and vitality falling into total disorder, Cain’s killing intent flared.

This was his window of opportunity.

By striking now, he could annihilate both the Ancient One’s physical body and soul, sealing the villain's True Name within the Scarlet Throne to erase him from existence forever.

Regrettably, before Cain could deliver the final strike, the remaining tentacles retracted toward the Ancient One. They coiled around him with frantic speed, forming a colossal cocoon the size of a minor moon.

The barrier sealed itself instantly, providing a total defense and forcing Cain to back away.

The Scarlet King scowled.

The Ancient One was a threat that needed to be extinguished—especially if Cain intended to confront the World of the Root without fearing a betrayal from the Crimson World behind him.

However, the obsidian cocoon did not appear to be something he could breach in the immediate future.

And he had other problems to attend to.

A second later, Cain’s gaze sharpened as he pivoted toward the Eternity Gate.

It was starting to open.