The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2351 Enemies rising

Book 24 - If You Come at the King, You Best Not Miss

An era of growth that could only be described as unprecedented took hold of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

Resources surged through the Golden Hall with incredible velocity, transitioning from deep vaults to public displays and from storage into the palms of eager cultivators. Warriors roamed the hallways with expressions of pure exhilaration, their eyes gleaming as they beheld treasures that once would have required millions of years to find. Invaluable artifacts were laid out openly, no longer protected by forgotten ruins or ancient seals.

This, however, was merely the start.

The legacy of techniques left by the Scarlet King proved even more shocking. Fragments of profound enlightenment and secret manuals circulated quickly among the masses, granting every reader the potential for massive breakthroughs. Many who had remained stagnant at the peak of their bottlenecks found their barriers crumbling almost instantly.

What was even more incredible was the sheer volume of warriors who used the energy of the Scarlet Star and the Scarlet Leviathan to reforge their minds, souls, and bodies. This metamorphosis shifted the balance of the world. The Ego Eternal Path of Power—previously regarded as the most grueling Cultivation path to follow—surged into the mainstream, as countless practitioners attained the state of Mind and Soul as One, advancing with startling momentum.

The Golden Hall was a bustling hub of ambition, hope, and vitality.

Yet, a dark shadow lingered beneath every joyful face.

No one truly believed this tranquility would endure.

They all understood exactly what was approaching.

Anark stood high above the Golden Hall, looking down.

Seven Stars of Origin rotated around the Primordial’s head, absolute and brilliant. These stars were his alone, signifying the moment his Cultivation finally ascended to the Alpha-Omega Overgod Tier without the assistance of the Universe Matrix. His mere presence caused space to warp; the sheer weight of his Qi placed him among the most formidable entities in existence.

At this point, only the Scarlet King possessed the strength to challenge him.

Despite this, Anark felt no sense of triumph.

It wasn't enough.

Radagon had likely regained a significant portion of his power by now, and even more concerningly, two souls had successfully breached the gateway into the Emptiness. The Primordial’s fists tightened as he looked toward the horizon, staring into the far-off territory of his foes.

A storm was brewing.

Within the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, one specific world stood apart, completely unlike its peers.

It was encased by a gargantuan wall of flesh and fire that pulsed and writhed as if it were a sentient organism. Even Alpha-Omega Overgods were forced to keep their distance by its mere aura. To look upon it was to feel a deep, soulful revulsion—as if one were staring at a malignant tumor or a fundamental error within the universe.

It was an existence that should not be, something that demanded total eradication before its rot could spread.

The nightmare only intensified beyond that wall of flame.

What had once been a vibrant Empyrean World—its laws perfectly harmonized with the Nine Empyrean Suns—had been twisted into an unspeakable abomination. The landscape had morphed into a kingdom of decay and meat. The very soil was composed of corpses, their features locked in permanent torment, their eyes twitching and blinking as if some spark of life remained.

And that was only the surface level.

The fundamental structure of the Empyrean World had been redesigned. It was now a layered domain, reminiscent of the Heart of the Root but significantly larger and more potent.

The deeper strata teemed with endless swarms of abominations—monsters created for the sole purpose of consumption and conquest, their bodies shifting into grotesque, merging shapes.

Three figures stood at the very center of the World of the Root.

One among them was Radagon.

The formidable King of the Root stared at the floor, his body stiff, unable to meet the eyes of the other two. The arrogance of a ruler who feared nothing had vanished from his posture.

The first of the remaining two was a tall, imposing woman draped in robes of deep crimson. Pale hands sprouted from her form in clusters—grabbing, pointing, and clutching—animated by a bottomless greed. Her face was hidden by a mask of bone, though it was partially masked by shifting eyes and fingers.

She did not look like a warrior who fought on the front lines.

She was the type to submerge a battlefield in reality-warping spells.

Standing next to her was her polar opposite.

A massive, winged demon loomed like a deity of carnage. Its leathery, dark skin covered a frame of immense muscle, and its bat-like wings were wide enough to cast the entire sky into shadow. Ornate, heavy armor was fused directly into its anatomy, decorated with embedded skulls and chains. The demon’s body was covered in battle scars so profound they had etched themselves into its very soul.

The woman’s eyes burned with an overwhelming pressure.

Radagon shivered.

“Tell us, Radagon,” she uttered, her voice a distorted, multi-layered echo. “How do you intend to remove the primary hurdle in our path? What is your strategy for dealing with the Scarlet King?”

In the void of the Tenth Empyrean World, a great distance from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, Adam stood in silence. A menacing light flickered in his red eyes as he observed the tear in the void—the scar left behind when Cain forced the Rank Twelve Depravita Astral Supremacy Star into the world. Adam’s power had kept the wound open all this time, but it was finally beginning to show signs of instability.

“Ahh...” Adam let out a soft breath.

He shifted his attention to the person standing at his side.

It was an elderly man, thin but possessing a wiry, muscular build. He stood there calmly.

Bald and sporting a long, snowy beard, the old man’s aura was one of unshakable willpower and quiet strength.

“I’m sorry, Teacher,” Adam whispered.

The elder offered a small smile and shook his head dismissively.

“There is no need for apologies, boy,” he answered. “This was my choice. If we intend to win, the Scarlet King must be dealt with.”

A strange, nostalgic glint appeared in his eyes.

“Moreover... I truly do miss my home,” he added. “I am glad to see it once more—even if it happens at the very end of my journey.”