The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2395 Crimson People?

In Cain's view, a sky unfolded, but storms dominated it rather than clouds or stars. Endless lightning and thunder clashed with ferocious power, as if Alpha-Omega Overgods were warring high above. Every bolt ripped across the heavens with horrifying might, sending waves of ruin spreading far and wide.

Luckily for Cain, being within The Flow kept him safe from that destruction.

Swept along by the ceaseless stream, Cain plunged deeper into the lightning tempests. Days blurred by amid the roaring chaos, but the flow stayed constant, protecting him from danger. At last, the storms started to fade, allowing Cain to spot what waited below.

A continent.

It stretched immensely, defying all imagination.

Massive mountains soared like whole realms, surpassing the grandest summits in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and the Crimson World. Their enormous bulk warped the surrounding atmosphere, exuding a pressure so heavy it seemed the ground harbored its own intent.

Volcanoes commanded the terrain, yet they weren't desolate. Towering trees sprouted from their fiery cores, roots buried in lava while trunks thrust toward the clouds. They thrived on flames and tempests, branches sparking with electricity as though siphoning power from the furious skies.

"A weapon made from those trees... how powerful would it turn out?"

This idea flashed through Cain's thoughts as he started to understand the real might of the realm he'd arrived in.

Still, the volcanic trees and planet-spanning mountains marked just the

start.

Further wonders unfolded as he floated ahead—some even grander, others far deadlier. In specific areas, cosmic laws asserted dominance so fiercely that Cain sensed them straining against his being. A single misstep could let those principles breach the barriers between realities and touch him, despite The Flow's shield.

Besides the terrain, Cain observed its wildlife.

And it suited the savage surroundings to perfection.

These creatures took beastly shapes, but the mightier ones grew increasingly demonic. Claws honed into tools that could shred peaks. Fangs stretched into cruel spikes. Wings expanded broad and slicing, tails tipped with barbs that struck with deadly accuracy. As their power grew, their forms perfected the craft of destruction, like evolution tuned only for massacre.

Suddenly—

"WHOOOOMMP!"

Cain's eyes bulged as a whale's cry boomed from afar.

Space ripped apart.

Out burst a gigantic whale-shaped beast, enormous enough to eclipse the heavens. In one swift move, it gaped its huge mouth and gulped down an entire vast woodland below—trees, creatures, soil, and essence all vanishing—before plunging back into the void, which mended seamlessly behind it.

Cain gaped in disbelief.

"What... was that!?"

Not just its size, able to consume a whole minor realm in one bite, but the aura pulsing from its form sent shivers racing through him. It echoed the King of the Root from their initial confrontation.

"Beasts reaching Late Alpha-Omega Overgod levels...?"

The top beasts back in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe hardly hit Arch-Deity Rank. The Crimson World matched that. Against this, what Cain had seen was utterly insane. "Do beasts control this domain?" he pondered. "Have sentient beings been wiped out completely?"

The notion sounded absurd, but Cain couldn't shake it off. At extreme heights of power, even supreme intellects could fall to sheer dominance.

Cain's pace in The Flow was breathtaking, yet days later, he still encountered only spectacles and monsters. On day five, though, a shift finally happened.

A metropolis emerged.

It sprawled incredibly, its spires climbing as high as the volcanic trees. Endless skyscrapers pierced upward, crafted from mysterious substances that gleamed with durability and fortitude. Though Cain couldn't get too close, activity stirred inside.

Inhabitants.

Labeling them as mere people felt inaccurate.

These figures had human-like builds, but that's where likeness often stopped. Their builds differed greatly, yet most shared one feature: armored hides. Their skin looked thick and fortified, more constructed than grown.

Beauty meant nothing in this place.

Every being seemed designed purely for combat and slaughter. That drive appeared etched into their cores, molding their forms and traits.

As Cain studied them, his brow creased.

"Their auras... they resemble the Depravita Race," he whispered, "but their forms are made of flesh and blood, not energy and feeling."

Of course, Cain's mind turned to the Demon King and the Depravita Race. Now part of the Tenth Empyrean World, they hadn't started there.

Even so, amid the resemblances, no pure Depravita appeared.

Deeper in the city, fights broke out nonstop. Denizens butchered each other right on the avenues, ripping apart foes and consuming remains until nothing was left, not even blood.

Such sights would horrify the fiercest urban centers of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and the Crimson World.

Here, they went unnoticed.

Onlookers strode by the slaughter like it was ordinary as inhaling. Gore, demise, and cries wove into everyday existence without disruption.

The further Cain ventured into the urban sprawl, the fiercer the clashes grew—and the mightier the fighters. Strength surged with each advance, brutality honing sharper. But at the heart, an unforeseen turn came.

Structure.

A hint of calm surfaced.

The diverse shapes of the city's residents started to unify into one prevailing type. These figures bore clear commonalities: silver locks, lofty builds, and chiseled muscles. A third eye bloomed on each forehead—blood-red without exception.

Though their regular eyes differed in hue, that extra one stayed constant.

Sweeping horns curved up and out from their temples, resembling regal diadems. They exuded command and elegance surpassing the city's chaos.

Cain's frown deepened.

Their emanations echoed the rest—yet cleaner.

Mightier. Like the peak of endless refinements.

But what disturbed him deepest was another detail.

They bore a close likeness to his Crimson Bloodline.

"Crimson folk...?" Cain whispered, bewilderment mounting as the mystery intensified.

His eyes scanned the metropolis again.

"Where the hell am I?"