The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2350 The Ancient One's identity
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
A broad grin, brimming with anticipation and thrill, stretched across Cain's face as he finished inspecting his updated statistics.
The results were nothing short of breathtaking.
These figures far exceeded the standard expectations for a cultivator who had just stepped into the Alpha-Omega Overgod realm—even surpassing the elite members of the Supreme Races. His physical strength, energy reserves, and soul force were particularly staggering, reaching heights that seemed illogical for his current rank.
“My combat prowess should already be at the peak of the Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank,” Cain whispered, his fist tightening as raw power coursed through his limbs. “I feel as though I am merely a hair's breadth away from the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod stage... a threshold I could likely shatter with ease by utilizing my Chaos Arts.”
The realization triggered a fresh surge of excitement. Every inhale felt weightier and every pulse of his heart more significant, as if the cosmos itself was acknowledging his ascension. However, he did not allow this fervor to cloud his judgment for long.
His attention returned to the lingering mysteries.
Specifically, he noted the cryptic question marks still masking his race and his path of Cultivation.
“I am neither a Neo-Demon nor a Neo-Angel,” Cain remarked softly. “Most likely, I am the progenitor of an entirely new lineage.”
A subtle smile played on his lips.
“That implies the naming rights belong to me.”
Countless titles flickered through his mind—names defined by ruin, chaos, sovereignty, and transcendence. But before he could commit to one, he detected approaching signatures. They were formidable presences.
The first to arrive was unmistakable.
A distortion in space heralded the Demon King’s appearance. The elder stood before Cain, wearing a wide, sincere smile. His gaze lingered on Cain’s obsidian-scarlet wings, the halo suspended behind him, and the subtle warping of universal laws in his vicinity. The Demon King perceived it clearly.
Cain’s internal Qi system and the external laws of the world were no longer distinct—they had merged into a singular, terrifying authority. Following a brief silence, the Demon King’s face grew grave. He pressed his hands together and performed a deep, respectful bow toward Cain.
“You have truly been our savior, young man,” he stated, his voice thick with earnestness. “You have my deepest gratitude.”
Despite his vast age, supreme status, and world-shaking power, the Demon King believed this show of respect was both fitting and mandatory. Had it not been for the Scarlet King, the Ancient One would have breached the Eternity Gate—and all would have been extinguished.
Cain moved instantly, reaching out to lift the Demon King from his bow.
“I was fighting for my own sake as well,” Cain replied composedly. “You owe me no debt.”
For a moment, the two simply locked eyes. Then, Cain’s gaze sharpened, turning frigid and intent.
“However,” he added, “I have inquiries. And I require clarity.”
The Demon King let out a soft sigh.
“I presume this concerns Adam?”
Cain gave a sharp nod. The memory remained unsettling—the way the Demon King had addressed the Ancient One by the name of the forefather of Godslayer Humankind.
“The truth is... even I am disturbed,” the Demon King confessed with a deep frown. “His visage was an exact replica of the Adam I remember—down to the finest detail. And the energy emitted by those white plasma wings...”
His eyes grew somber.
“It was reminiscent of the power Adam employed to seal me and assist me in mastering my own nature.”
Cain’s brow furrowed further. He had sensed it as well.
“The energy radiating from those wings did seem to mirror the Power of Chaos,” Cain said slowly, “yet it wasn't identical. It felt like a reflection—similar, but warped.”
The Demon King nodded immediately.
“Precisely. While the appearance was Adam’s, his conduct, his temperament, and his resolve were entirely alien. Adam was a man who remained unshakable even in the face of total annihilation. That was clearly not the case with the Ancient One.”
He hesitated.
“Furthermore, there is...”
His voice cut off suddenly. His eyes involuntarily twitched, and Cain could sense an invisible shackle tightening around the Demon King’s soul.
Cain’s eyes narrowed.
“It is something you are forbidden from sharing,” he observed. “A matter tied to your origins.”
The Demon King’s expression became conflicted. He was unable to either confirm or deny. Even if he desired to speak, the constraints placed upon him by higher powers from his world of origin prevented him—and all Depravitas—from disclosing certain secrets.
Cain let out a slow breath.
“I see,” he said. “The likelihood that the Ancient One is actually Adam is nearly nonexistent. Nevertheless, his origin is clearly irregular. He somehow wields the power of the Ancestor of Godslayer Humankind—or at least a shard of it.”
Realizing they would reach no conclusion regarding the Ancient One’s true identity, Cain shifted the conversation.
“What is your next objective?”
The Demon King tilted his head slightly in curiosity.
“You do not intend to participate?”
Cain shook his head, his eyes burning with a sense of duty and resolve.
“My purpose here was to strengthen my True Name,” he declared firmly. “I have achieved that. Now, I must return to the Nine Empyren Sun Universe to confront my foes.”
The Demon King pondered this before replying.
“The Ancient One is likely recovering within his fortress in the Void Beyond the Ninth Realm,” he noted. “But his return could happen at any moment. I must stay here.”
A chilling smile touched his face.
“Our opening move will be the systematic destruction of his forces and infrastructure. When he eventually returns, he will find himself without a foothold.”
That smile soon turned predatory.
“The Ninth Realm is set to be thoroughly stripped of its wealth. If you remain for a few more weeks, you can secure immense resources—enough to accelerate the evolution of your Divine Kingdom at a staggering rate.”
Cain weighed the proposal.
“A few additional weeks shouldn't be an issue,” he agreed with a nod.
Ensuring the continued growth of his Divine Kingdom during his absence was vital. The more it flourished, the greater the influx of power his True Name would receive upon his return.
Cain’s gaze wandered toward the horizon—and then softened.
Meylin had just appeared.
His smile grew warmer. “This might also be an opportunity,” he murmured, “to enjoy some quiet time together.”
End of Book 23 - The Path to the Red Sun