The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2367 Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Tribulation Enhancer

"Should I bolster my protections using my personal energy, the Light of the Flow, and the strength of Resurreccion, my resilience ought to exceed that of a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod Treasure."

As the truth sank in, Cain's thrill kept building. His Primordial Body path had forever focused on physical toughness. Right from selecting it, he understood it would prove gradual, harsh, and merciless—yet after endless fights and temperings, he neared the universe's utmost boundaries.

Should the Scarlet King advance one more step, his body's indestructibility could go beyond the Third Realm's boundaries!

Still, Cain refused to let assurance morph into overconfidence.

His protections had grown truly monstrous; this stood as irrefutable truth. Nevertheless, Robuke's axes retained the ability to cut into his skin. This fact alone showed potential for growth—potential he dared not overlook.

Luckily, a path remained open for the Scarlet King.

Drawing in a profound breath, Cain steadied his swirling mind and restored his heart to flawless harmony. By merely gesturing with his hand, a globe gleaming in forty-three unique hues appeared in front of

him.

Over the last two years, Cain had practiced his Tribulation Enhancement skills without pause. Now, he achieved a perfect success rate in creating Early Alpha-Omega Overgod-tier flames. Refining them remained a much finer task. Even then, his achievement rate stayed impressively elevated and rose with each try.

The goal Cain pursued next was a flame boasting forty-four colors.

This achievement would mark a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Tribulation Enhancement, a major advancement boosting his aptitude and gifts to frightening levels. That kind of flame would vastly heighten his already immense promise along the Essence Evolution Path and the Astral Rebirth Path.

Moreover, it might supply the soul force required to ascend to the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank!

After confirming his mind and soul reached their utmost sharpness, Cain started the process.

Vast streams of power surged into the globe. Thanks to his command of World Strength and the ceaseless spiritual power from the Scarlet Throne, resources posed zero issue. For a full eighteen hours straight, Cain remained still, tempering and condensing the flame.

All at once, it quivered.

Cain swiftly directed the shaky flame toward his abdomen without delay. It exploded right away, bursting with the might of an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod-level incantation. His form shook momentarily, wisps of smoke drifting from his lips—but no serious injury occurred.

This level of force couldn't injure him anymore.

Following an hour's break, Cain called forth a new flame and pressed on.

Days unfolded similarly. Each flame intensified, thickened, and turned more volatile, all devoured by Cain prior to threatening the airborne city. His advancement proved consistent, unyielding, and absolute.

At last, on day nine, brilliant glows overflowed the throne chamber.

Forty-four-colored flames floated ahead of Cain, grand and mesmerizing, seeming to hold the core of existence and genesis inside. Cain gave a self-satisfied nod, a flash of satisfaction in his gaze—

yet he wouldn't permit satisfaction to grow unchecked.

Trapping the flame inside a sphere crafted from his Ego Wave, he paused briefly before proceeding. Creating just one Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod flame didn't establish him as a genuine Middle-tier Tribulation Enhancer. Extensive drills were essential before refining—otherwise, he risked shattering himself. Sadly for Cain, a communication interrupted his session before he could restart.

"My Lord, we have reached the required amount."

Upon catching Minxet's voice, any frustration from the disruption evaporated from Cain's thoughts right away.

"Bring them to me," Cain ordered promptly.

Next, he shifted focus to the emptiness, where Anark meditated deeply.

"Come."

Those words struck the True Primordial of the Void, prompting him to snap open his eyes, eagerness gleaming briefly. Moments later, Anark plunged into the Everstrife Empyrean World. Minxet showed up almost immediately, ready as ever. He offered Cain a few silver containers, inclined his head in respect, and retreated. As Anark entered, Cain eyed the containers with a sly grin.

A quick exchange of acknowledgments passed between the two Primordials before they warped straight to

the Samsara Arsenal Module.

They stepped into the Samsara Sacrificial Grounds without pause, positioning themselves in front of the blazing Samsara Flame.

"Here."

By a quick wrist motion, Cain handed the silver boxes over to Anark, followed by

a handful of dark ones too.

The True Primordial of the Void inclined his head gravely. Inhaling deeply,

he crushed the dark boxes, unleashing hordes of malevolent and sinful cultivators—precisely those yielded by Markin and Kaizer from their Empyrean Worlds.

Anark's gaze held no trace of mercy.

Violet fires roared out, devouring the cultivators completely. Their cries lasted only moments, engulfed by the karmic blaze. With them erased, Anark broke open the silver boxes.

Inside lay myriad tainted and depraved artifacts amassed by the Scarlet Kingdom across recent years.

Cain had bided his time until the quantity sufficed. At this point, they could produce ample Merit to propel Anark's Samsara Seal into a Samsara Runic Seal.

The Primordials stayed silent while waves of Fortune ascended skyward, dense

and luminous. The power thickened progressively until it saturated the sacrificial area. Thirty percent solidified into a shining golden sphere, the remainder shifting to pure Merit.

Grins lit up their expressions.

This quantity would do.

Yet Anark's grin faded in a flash.

The entire Merit rushed into his Samsara Seal simultaneously, and seconds later, it seemed like myriad molten wires invaded his body, blood, thoughts, and spirit. The suffering proved total, ceaseless,

and overwhelming.

Cain offered only a subtle smile.

He recalled vividly the torment his own Samsara Runic Set had brought during its emergence.

While Anark withstood the anguish, Cain gradually raised his sight to the roof—toward the golden sphere of packed Fortune drifting

overhead.