The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2366 The final level of the Doomsday Art!

The Immortal Knight of the Tenth Empyrean World maintained a state of absolute vigilance.

He suppressed his aura deep within his form, compressing it so tightly that not a single trace escaped into the vacuum of space. The very laws of reality failed to acknowledge his existence, flowing around him as though he were a mere void.

"Reaching this location without being detected required an incredible amount of effort," Sozing whispered to himself. "I cannot permit even a minor oversight now."

Moving with extreme care, he traversed a desolate wasteland before nearing the borders of a settlement. Infiltration was the primary phase of his strategy, and a town served as the ideal starting point.

At least, that was his assumption.

The moment he extended his consciousness, a heavy scowl settled onto his weathered features.

"Why is the monitoring so pervasive?" he mused. "Have I stumbled upon a restricted zone?"

Sozing meticulously probed the terrain and the depths beneath, casting his senses into concealed dimensions and folded pockets of space. Despite his search, he discovered nothing out of the ordinary—no hidden Sect fortresses, no secret realms, and no concealed arrays.

This only intensified his bewilderment.

Though it appeared mundane, the town was encased in a surveillance network so intricate that even an ArchDeity would struggle to pass through unnoticed. Every inhabitant bore an invisible imprint woven directly into their soul. Sozing felt certain that the disappearance of even a single person would trigger alarms throughout the entire territory.

His knowledge of the Everstrife Empyrean World was outdated, ending with the downfall of Azazel. While Markin had provided decent intelligence regarding the Scarlet King and his inner circle, he had failed to gather any significant data on the actual infrastructure of the Scarlet Kingdom.

"If every hub of the population is under this level of scrutiny," Sozing reflected somberly, "then my mission becomes significantly more difficult."

Given such massive surveillance, a newly arrived ArchDeity—or even a Prima Deity—could not possibly approach Cain directly without sparking immediate red flags. This meant Sozing had to start his ascent from the very bottom of the hierarchy.

Fortunately, the monitoring was not universal.

His gaze sharpened as he watched cultivators departing from the town. As they crossed the boundaries, the web of surveillance thinned before vanishing entirely. The Immortal Knight drifted silently toward the surrounding wilderness and cultivation zones, which were intentionally left unobserved.

In those regions, the savage reality of Cultivation was clearly visible.

Conflicts of life and death were frequent; only those possessing the necessary killing intent, adaptability, and cold-bloodedness could endure. It was this very environment that tempered warriors capable of resisting the horrors of the World of the Root.

It didn't take long for Sozing to identify a suitable vessel.

A white-haired man stood over a pool of blood, his gaze icy as he looked down at the dead couple at his feet.

"The price of provoking the wrong person," the man remarked indifferently.

Before he could take another step, his eyes snapped wide.

A hand had clamped firmly onto the back of his neck.

In that heartbeat, he lost all command over his physical form. Every muscle went limp. He was unable to cry out, resist, or even shut his eyes. "No attachments and solitary," a tranquil voice noted. "Good. You are the perfect choice."

Those were the final words the man processed before a staggering presence overwhelmed his entire being.

He did not perish.

However, he was no longer the master of his own fate.

His consciousness, soul, and ego remained present, but they were shoved into a corner, relegated to the role of a helpless observer. He could not move, speak, or even harbor thoughts of rebellion. He was a prisoner within his own shell.

The man’s eyes flashed with a strange light.

They were no longer his own.

Sozing tested his new hands, nodding in satisfaction. He then looked toward the horizon, staring across thousands of kilometers at the colossal floating scarlet city that served as the heart of the Empyrean World.

"The innate talent is adequate," he judged. "A sudden spike in power won't look suspicious. However, I still require a plausible excuse."

He combed through his vast memories until his attention turned toward the distant sea.

"That First Era relic should still be undiscovered," Sozing reasoned. "That will be my justification for a rapid rise in power, bringing me closer to the Scarlet Crown."

He understood that the journey ahead would be neither quick nor easy.

But he remained undaunted.

He had survived cataclysms far more terrifying than the shadows of the World of the Root.

"I must not be hasty," he whispered. "If I rush, my identity will be exposed. But I can wait."

A thin, almost wistful smile touched the Immortal Knight’s lips as he surveyed his surroundings.

"This offers me a chance to behold my former home... one last time." With that thought, he turned toward the ocean and took flight.

Cain’s defenses had been at their peak since he first uncovered the true motives of Markin and Kaizer.

He had amplified surveillance throughout the Everstrife Empyrean World and its neighbors, merging the analytical capacity of the [A.I. Module] with the total awareness provided by the Power of Chaos. Every tiny fluctuation, every ripple in space, and every strange occurrence was tracked in real-time.

Yet his adversary was the mentor of the Tenth Empyrean World’s sovereign.

Even with Cain’s god-like perception, he could see nothing.

To the Scarlet King’s knowledge, no intruders had breached his domain.

At that moment, Cain was inside his throne room, his focus entirely on the cycle of destruction and rebirth of his physical form through the Doomsday Art. His flesh was shattered and reconstructed, saturated with the massive vitality and life force plundered from his recent battle in the World of the Root.

Suddenly, his frame shuddered.

A broad grin broke across Cain’s face as a violent shockwave of vitality and raw power exploded from him, causing the entire throne room to tremble under the pressure.

"Yes!" Cain shouted. "At last—the final stage of the Doomsday Art is complete!"

The sensation was unmistakable.

His physical body alone now held the resilience of the most powerful Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Treasures. Power thrummed through his veins—refined, absolute, and exceptionally stable.

A spark of triumph danced in his scarlet eyes.

He had reached a new height of strength once again.