The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2349 The end of Origin Island's saga
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
The spectacle was truly monumental.
A roar erupted from an obsidian energy cannon as it streaked across the heavens, colliding head-on with a gargantuan shadow moon that bore a visage of pure malice and loathing. The impact sent waves of devastation rippling through the firmament, causing space itself to shudder as the forces of darkness and obsidian engaged in a brutal struggle for dominance.
This violent intersection, however, was fleeting.
The Eternity Gate had begun its closing sequence.
As the brilliant radiance of the portal faded and the massive gateway sealed tight, the fundamental laws of Origin Island vibrated with renewed intensity, reaching their absolute zenith. Irresistible, invisible forces surged forth, ensnaring every surviving combatant of the Life Path and the Freedom Path.
Smiles broke out across the faces of Cain, the Demon King, Meylin, and the other Life Path warriors. They could feel the fabric of space warping around them, preparing to eject them from the confines of Origin Island. Even though the Crimson Exarch had managed to pass through the Eternity Gate—a deviation from their original intent—their primary mission had been fulfilled.
The Ancient One had been thwarted.
That single victory validated every sacrifice made during the struggle.
"NOOOOO!"
A howl of pure rage and hopelessness burst from the shadow moon, marking the Ancient One's refusal to submit to fate. However, his protests were inconsequential now.
In that heartbeat, the sovereign power of Origin Island peaked.
Cain and his companions were launched outward by force. Their physical forms shifted into streaks of shimmering light, hurtling away from the island at speeds beyond comprehension until they vanished past its borders.
Silence reclaimed the ravaged battlefield.
The Leader of the Masked Race stood as the sole remaining inhabitant.
With the Neo-Angels no longer present to exert pressure, the constraints on his body vanished. Zuko rose slowly, brushing the dust from his robes while a complex range of emotions flickered across his features. For several long moments, his eyes remained fixed on the spot where the Eternity Gate had stood.
Ultimately, he let out a solitary sigh.
With a nonchalant flick of his blade, he discharged a ripple of energy that cleansed the area of the scars left by the countless clashes. The ruined landscape began to stabilize, and reality itself seemed to mend under his command.
Without uttering another word, Zuko walked away, leaving the heart of Origin Island behind.
Cain found himself swallowed by a blinding glare.
His form was flung through a multitude of dimensions at terrifying velocity, with the fabric of space twisting and unraveling in a blur. When the momentum finally broke, he was unceremoniously dumped into the void of open space.
Despite his tempered physical constitution, the transition left Cain feeling as if his lungs might explode from the pressure.
Fortunately, the discomfort was temporary.
He swiftly regained his composure, hovering steadily in the vacuum as his breath returned to a steady rhythm. His gaze turned razor-sharp instantly, and he projected his mental and soul power outward, scanning the vicinity for any lurking threats.
The conclusion of their time on Origin Island did not signal the end of the war.
If anything, the coming conflicts stood to be even more cataclysmic. Unlike Origin Island, the Nine Realms of the Crimson World lacked the robust laws required to suppress the sheer might of Alpha-Omega Overgod-level Cultivation. Should such entities unleash their full power, the very heavens would likely crumble.
Cain soon perceived, however, that no immediate danger was present.
He was entirely isolated.
"It appears the expulsion scattered us in random directions," Cain whispered to himself.
The Ninth Realm was so vast that the chance of two combatants landing in the same sector was nearly zero. Furthermore, the Neo-Angels had been left in a state of ruin. While those at the Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Stage or higher might have survived the ordeal, they would undoubtedly be crippled by their injuries.
The Ancient One remained the only significant lingering threat.
Cain was certain that the man would seek the deepest shadows to recover.
With his forces decimated and his own body broken, attempting to confront the Demon King now would be a suicidal endeavor.
Drawing a deep breath, Cain’s eyes began to shimmer with a faint light.
Free from the dampening effects of Origin Island, the Power of Chaos flowed through his Meridians and Dantian with unrestrained vigor. He projected his presence across the Ninth Realm, establishing a spiritual link with the True Depravitas and the Enlightened Ones who were lost in the distance.
His command resonated within their very souls.
"Follow my lead. We must regroup."
In the wake of a battle that had altered the fate of the universe, reassembling their forces was paramount. Responding to his call, the Life Path warriors felt the Power of Chaos acting as a lighthouse, steering them toward Cain’s coordinates.
As he felt his allies drawing closer, Cain finally permitted himself a brief moment of respite.
He turned his inner vision toward his own state.
The evolution within his body and soul was startling—far more significant than he had first suspected.
His focus locked onto the dodecahedron that now resided where his Neo-Demon Core once was. Peering into its depths, Cain observed his True Doomsday Body. It was still there, yet it had undergone a radical transformation.
The figure now boasted a set of wings—magnificent, transcendent appendages that stretched far beyond its frame, weaving directly into the surrounding world.
It was no longer just a vessel for internal ruin. It had merged the internal and external essences of destruction into a singular, harmonious state, siphoning power from both Cain’s own reserves and the universe at large.
His Astral Black Holes were also present, each maintaining its seal over a captured warrior. However, they had evolved as well; instead of merely venting energy, they were now actively drinking in power from the environment. "The internal strength of the Neo-Demon Race," Cain mused, "combined with the external majesty of the Neo-Angel Race..."
A look of solemn realization crossed his face.
He had transcended his previous limits to become something entirely unprecedented.
"Supercomputer Assistant. Perform a full scan."
The reply vibrated within his mind, cold, mechanical, and precise.
[Host Scan Completed Name: Cain Laurifer Race: ??? Bloodline: Crimson Bloodline Cultivation: Fourth Astral Black Hole ?? (Peak Archdeity) / Divine Kingdom Level 50 (Early Alpha-Omega Overgod) STATS Strength: 300.1 -> 700.3 (995.3) Agility: 122.7 -> 365.9 (610.3) Vitality: 152.9 -> 524.9 (765.6) ?? Aura: 195.3 -> 682.3 (900.5) Soul Force: 210.3 -> 720.3 (1000.1) CORE ONIRIC TRUTHS Gluttony - 100% Dominion - 100% Bloodline - 100% Viral Will - 100% Symbiotic Ascendancy - 100% Cataclysm - 100% INNATE ABILITIES Scarlet Reaper: Assimilation-Destruction Type / ??? Tier Reaper Touch: Destruction Type / Alpha-Omega Overgod Tier Supercomputer Assistant: Auxiliary Type / Alpha-Omega Overgod Tier]