The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2356 Using the Primordial Force of the Void

Cain's grin stretched wider as the devastating forces of Nihility and Entropy washed over the World of the Root. Great swaths of tainted territory crumbled into oblivion, wiped away as though they were mere illusions. However, that expression soon faltered, and his gaze sharpened with focus.

Emerging from the very core of the world was a figure—the same presence that had roared for the Scarlet King to halt his destruction.

As this entity ascended to the surface, its aura radiated in every direction, violently quenching the fires of ruin Cain had ignited. The warped terrain grew still, and the turbulent energies retracted under the weight of absolute authority. Even the conceptual powers of Entropy and Nihility found themselves unable to bypass this singular might.

Standing upon the mutilated crust of the world, the figure turned to face Cain, eyes seething with unadulterated rage and malice.

"Radagon."

Cain’s eyes shimmered as he uttered the name. At that exact moment, the Matrix of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe began to materialize. While its reach could not entirely saturate the World of the Root, it possessed more than enough potency to suppress and weaken any foreign entity bold enough to step outside.

Radagon glared at Cain, his animosity deep and boundless.

In his mind, Cain was the catalyst for every disaster he had endured.

Had it not been for this man, the gateway to the Emptiness would still be standing. Had it not been for him, Radagon would never have been demoted to a common pawn.

Without Cain’s interference, Radagon would have secured the ultimate favor of The Root, potentially ascending into the next grand realm of existence.

But because of this one person, every one of his grand designs had been reduced to ash.

Radagon was acutely aware of what fate held for him once his utility was exhausted.

His consciousness would be dissolved into the collective mass of the Root. His individuality would vanish, leaving his existence as nothing more than a faint echo within a sea of eternal torment.

And yet—

Despite his soul’s desperate urge to shred Cain into pieces, his primary directive took precedence.

He had to safeguard the World of the Root.

At least for the moment.

Shifting his attention away from the Scarlet King, Radagon poured his power into the mangled Wall of Fire and Flesh, desperately trying to mend the apertures Cain had blasted open.

Unfortunately for the King of the Root, Cain had no intention of permitting such a recovery.

His Wings of Chaos unfurled once more, generating a pressure that physically blocked the wounds from sealing. Simultaneously, Cain manifested a barrage of End-State Spears, hurlng them through the breach in a relentless torrent.

Radagon moved with immediate reflex to parry the assault.

He succeeded in shattering the majority of the projectiles, but the sheer volume was overwhelming. Their chaotic flight paths made it impossible to intercept every strike from a distance. One after another, the spears slammed into the world’s surface.

While none possessed the singular apocalyptic force of the initial spear, their collective impact was catastrophic. Massive regions of land were vaporized, consuming not just physical matter, but the souls and psychic foundations within—wounds the World of the Root was incapable of healing.

Radagon’s expression turned grim.

Suddenly, a colossal tendril burst from the World of the Root and latched onto the back of his skull. The psychic essence and lifeforce of the blighted world surged into him, stabilizing his form and allowing him to endure the heavy suppression of the Universe Matrix.

Space warped as the King of the Root lunged forward, closing the distance to Cain in a heartbeat. His fist lashed out like a bolt of concentrated black radiance.

Cain’s Wings of Chaos snapped shut.

His eyes grew cold and lethal as he gripped a Zero-State Spear, thrusting it forward with devastating momentum.

"BOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A thunderous detonation rocked the vacuum as the fist collided with the spearhead.

Cain felt a violent tremor pass through his entire frame.

The sheer physical power behind Radagon’s punch was staggering—truly gargantuan—even while dampened by the Universe Matrix. Yet even as the pressure threatened to crush his bones, Cain did not yield.

A broad, confident smile split his face.

He had met the King of the Root’s strength head-on.

Radagon’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Because his essence had been severely compromised during his clash with the Red King, followed by the breach of the Heart of the Root, Radagon was far from his peak. Nevertheless, he was still capable of exerting power at the absolute apex of the Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank.

And Cain had matched him stride for stride.

Worse yet, as the struggle intensified, the momentum began to shift.

Anark and the other supreme experts watched the duel from the distance, none making a move to interfere. They understood that Cain desired this fight—both as a personal benchmark and a public testament. This conflict was designed to demonstrate to every soldier of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance exactly how much their Warmaster had evolved.

It was proof that even the power of the Root could be overcome.

Cain’s eyes burned with increasing intensity, scarlet and gold light blazing like twin stars. He pushed his Cultivation to its absolute threshold.

Then, before the eyes of all, he drew a deep breath.

In the following instant, a shroud of violet energy coated the Zero-State Spear.

Anark’s eyes snapped wide.

He recognized that energy instantly.

It was his own signature—the Primordial Force of the Void.

Utilizing the Power of Chaos, Cain was capable of mimicking a portion of Anark’s energy. However, Primordial Force was a unique essence that should not have been transferable.

Yet Cain had achieved the impossible.

The secret resided within his Lucid Dream.

Every armament within that realm was a manifestation of the allies Cain had fought beside and bonded with through his Chaos lineage. Through these connections, he could tap into fragments of their fundamental power, weaving it perfectly into his own techniques.

It was a terrifyingly versatile ability.

And it caught Radagon completely off-guard.

Bolstered by the Primordial Force of the Void, Cain’s strike shattered Radagon’s guard, burying the spear deep into the King of the Root’s chest.

The force of the blow sent Radagon spiraling backward, his body carving a path through the fabric of space.

To his credit, Radagon regained his footing almost instantly, halting his retreat mid-air. But before he could launch a counterattack, his instincts flared with a sense of impending doom.

Behind Cain, a gargantuan gate began to take shape.

The moment Radagon laid eyes upon it, a cold dread filled his soul.

Something far more terrifying was about to emerge.