The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2363 A Lord of the Tenth Empyrean World has arrived

"We should kill them—and everyone aligned with them."

Anark’s focus sharpened as his mind locked onto the dissipating resonance of the portals. Although direct crossing was impossible, he could commit their unique signatures to memory. By tracing them through the endless void, he could pinpoint their Empyrean Worlds and demolish their Empyrean Walls to gain entry.

Once breached, the total might of the Scarlet Kingdom would be unleashed to slaughter every living soul within those realms.

The True Primordial of the Void had no intention of taking risks where the Tenth Empyrean World was concerned.

Though many memories from his life before reincarnation remained clouded, they were returning to him piece by piece. With each fragment came a burning, relentless hatred for the Tenth Empyrean World that intensified by the second. However, to Anark’s frustration, Cain shook his head in disagreement.

"We will not do that," Cain stated evenly. "We will let them be."

Anark’s expression instantly soured, his gaze growing frigid.

"But they—"

The words died in his throat.

Cain’s luminous scarlet eyes fixed upon him. For a fleeting moment, Anark felt as though he were peering into a chasm of pure annihilation—a vast sea of ruin capable of devouring even an eternal soul.

"I trust you with my life, brother," Cain spoke softly. "But this isn't just about our own lives. We are responsible for entire worlds. Trillions of sentient beings have placed their hope in me."

His tone turned steel-hard.

"Our friends. Our families. Every one of them relies on us. A single lapse in judgment could result in total extinction."

Anark’s brow furrowed as he grappled with his internal conflict. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and gave a nod of assent.

Cain’s expression softened, a small smile touching his lips. He recognized Anark’s bloodlust because he felt it too. A part of him craved their destruction, but the reality of their situation was far more intricate.

"Even if we execute them," Cain explained, "it won't halt the Tenth Empyrean World. In fact, it would only alert them that we are onto them."

He released a slow breath.

"As for devouring their memories, that tactic failed with Azazel. I doubt it would yield results with those two either."

Cain sighed once more, feeling the crushing weight of the cosmos pressing against him as his mind raced through countless variables.

"Furthermore, while victory in a war is certain, they possess far greater power than Cerberus or the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World. Since they would be defending their own territory, the conflict could easily devolve into a grueling war of attrition."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"We cannot afford to divide our strength across two different fronts. Not at this stage. Especially not with beings like Robuke lurking in the shadows."

Anark nodded slowly as the logic took hold. Had the Tenth Empyrean World been their sole adversary, the path would be simple—but it wasn't. They had already suffered the loss of one Empyrean World and could not risk losing another.

"So what is our move?" Anark inquired.

A cold, tactical smile spread across Cain’s face.

"We use them."

Anark’s eyes sparkled with newfound interest as Cain elaborated.

"Once we have seized the wicked cultivators and the treasures from their domains, I will ensure that Markin, Kaizer, and their entire inner circles are positioned to take the brunt of the coming incursions!"

The sharpness of his smile increased.

"We will bleed them dry while forcing them to fight the Root on our behalf. Simultaneously, we will harvest intelligence."

Cain’s gaze drifted toward the horizon.

"They won't hand over critical secrets directly. However, through rumors, overheard conversations, small logistics, and the conduct of their people... I can collect every tiny detail. It will be enough to reconstruct exactly what the Tenth Empyrean World is plotting."

Anark’s eyes shimmered, a faint grin appearing on his face.

"I still want them dead," he confessed. "But your strategy is superior. We must remain vigilant, though. Too much freedom, and we might find ourselves in a precarious spot."

Cain nodded in agreement.

"The plan is high-stakes," he admitted. "Success means draining their Empyrean Worlds of resources while tracking the enemy's every step. If we fail..."

His eyes grew dark and somber.

"We risk letting the wolves straight into our sanctuary."

Cain stood taller, adjusting his posture.

"That is why caution is paramount. Our cover must remain intact. As far as they are concerned, we are merely offering them a chance to prove their loyalty."

He looked Anark dead in the eye.

"Only the two of us will know the truth."

Anark gave an immediate nod. This wasn't about a lack of trust; secrets were simply more secure when kept by the fewest people possible. Even a slight emotional slip or a moment of doubt could signal to the enemy that they were being manipulated.

With their course of action decided, the pair began their return to the Everstreif Empyrean World. Their recent clash with the Root had been short, yet they had encountered horrific foes and taken heavy damage. As they approached the portal, Cain let out a small, airy laugh.

"Who knows," he remarked casually. "Perhaps I am being overly suspicious and everything will work out for the best."

Anark glanced at the Scarlet King, offering a thin smile in return.

"If only we were that lucky."

With those final words, they exited the Golden Hall, carrying the burden of billions of lives upon their shoulders.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Endless Dream Kingdom within the Eternitysoul Empyrean World, a colossal palace loomed.

Constructed from living crystal, the structure radiated a gentle spiritual glow that mirrored the very laws of the realm. This sanctuary was restricted to the absolute elite of the Empyrean World.

Deep inside the most fortified vault stood Markin. The Alpha-Omega Overgod Godslayer Human looked on with a grim face at the crystal cocoon positioned before him. It had required an immense amount of time and vast wealth to create—and it was never intended for his own use.

Within the cocoon rested the form of an elderly man.

As Markin watched, the old man’s eyelids fluttered open. A terrifying, majestic power radiated from his eyes, causing Markin’s body to shudder uncontrollably.

The elder paid Markin no mind. Instead, a soft smile appeared on his face as he felt the familiar laws and world-rules surrounding him.

"I am finally back home."