The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2377 Mayhem in the Everstrife Empyrean World (1)

Following nearly four months in profound isolation and cultivation, Cain had at last completely healed from the wounds inflicted in his previous clash on the World of the Root's surface.

While four months seemed an eternity to stay distant from the

front lines, the moment proved perfect. The initial layer of the World of the Root lay in ruins, its core and array shattered beyond repair.

The second layer remained untouched for now, meaning no urgency in launching an assault. This precious interval benefited the Scarlet King and all fighters in the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance immensely.

Drawing in a profound breath, Cain extended his limbs and let his power course unbound. His presence moved with effortless might, steady and robust, bringing a broad grin to his lips.

"I've grown more powerful," he whispered. "My Astral and Essence Cultivation surges at an elevated tier. Advancing to the next phase is just a question of time."

Advancing to the Middle ArchDeity Rank in these Paths of Power wouldn't skyrocket his combat prowess overnight, but each step forward counted. Progress toward the subsequent level of Ego Above Reality would demand ages, after all. True explosive growth awaited only in pushing to Alpha-Omega Overgod in the Astral or Essence Paths of Power.

His course set firmly, Cain flicked his wrist to call forth a blaze of forty-four vivid hues. His skill in crafting Middle-Stage Alpha-Omega Overgod Revolution Flames had soared dramatically, nearing flawless mastery. Prior to the upcoming raid on the World of the Root, he aimed to conquer this phase of Tribulation Enhancement entirely. A primal urge warned him of its necessity.

After all, despite the constraints on their use, the Root Dragons' might had proven devastating. Without the Scarlet King's prompt and bold intervention in that prior fight, innumerable alliance soldiers would have fallen.

"The moment to move has arrived," he uttered softly.

Honing his attention, Cain pulled out a Prima Deity-rank treasure and unleashed the multicolored flame upon it. At once, vast torrents of world energy flooded the item, purifying its form and bolstering its core. Cain's gaze burned with fierce dedication as he channeled his complete intent into the forging.

The artifact quaked fiercely.

Its power turned chaotic.

In a flash, Cain absorbed the treasure whole, averting the looming blast that could ravage the throne chamber. Wisps of vapor billowed from the Scarlet King's lips, yet he stood unscathed otherwise. His form easily withstood such destructive force.

Cain let out a drawn-out exhale.

Only then did the sheer intricacy of a Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Tribulation Enhancement truly dawn on him. Yet the brief irritation dissolved as his resolve flared anew.

"Each try brings progress, even if slight, and that'll lead to success," Cain told himself. "Plus, these are just Prima Deity treasures. I've got an abundance."

With that resolve, Cain concentrated on replenishing his strength and easing his thoughts ahead of the next forging effort.

Still, despite his best efforts to unwind, his mind wandered to the pressing concern ahead—Markin, Kaizer, and the Tenth Empyrean World.

The Scarlet King had seized a vast fortune from

them and compelled their Empyrean World's forces to the vanguard. This shielded the alliance's core and eroded the pair's troops, yielding mutual gains.

Yet a grave unease persisted.

Cain had commanded the Absolute Life Form System to log and dissect every utterance from Markin and Kaizer's subordinates. But the breakthroughs lagged behind projections.

"An assault looms without doubt," Cain grumbled, his stare turning icy and keen. "From our intel, it'll strike no earlier than three years from now—and no later than a decade."

That span stretched enormously.

And posed a nightmare for readiness.

"The ruler of the Tenth Empyrean World, whoever they are," Cain pressed on, "possesses cunning. They've twisted even their allies. Unmasking the scheme changes nothing; I can't ready defenses adequately. Skulking for seven years isn't viable."

As the burden bore down, Cain sighed deeply. Battling the Root in the open while waging a covert struggle against the Tenth Empyrean World weighed heavily.

"If either threat would simply vanish, things would simplify greatly,"

The Scarlet King couldn't resist imagining, though he dismissed it the instant after, knowing it unlikely, and refocused

on the matter at hand.

"Assuming the pattern breakdown holds true," he pondered, "they'll strike when I'm locked in combat with the World of the Root."

Luckily, Cain had already triggered multiple safeguards. Apart from ongoing scrutiny of their actions and hunting for slips,

options remained scarce.

Only after dispatching additional directives mentally could Cain

at last soothe his spirit and truly recuperate.

Over the ensuing four weeks, Cain immersed fully in honing his Tribulation Enhancement prowess, sharpening his precision and

boosting his efficacy with each trial.

Then, as the fourth week neared its end, a pair of silhouettes materialized in the heavens over the Everstrife Empyrean World, hovering right above the

Scarlet Crown.

Markin and Kaizer were those very intruders.

Somber looks etched their features.

Fear and worry clouded their gazes as they beheld the Scarlet Crown and sensed the dread powers lurking inside. Even absent the Scarlet King's strike, the True Primordial of the Void or Knights of the Scarlet Throne could erase them as intruders.

Regrettably, retreat wasn't possible.

"Why would the Immortal Knight abruptly order us to scout the area without any prior notice?" Kaizer snarled, his forehead creased tightly as he faced Markin.

Markin heaved a weary sigh.

He shared the reluctance.

But defying Sozing lay beyond his power.