The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2396 Choosing a new body

Following an extended pause, the Scarlet King let out a deep sigh.

This realm held an uncanny aura, brimming with endless enigmas that ignited his intrigue, though he understood that his present state prevented him from unraveling even one.

Above all, delving into these secrets wasn't his main focus. Getting back to his loved ones and companions held far greater weight.

"I must completely master syncing with The Flow," Cain pondered, "and seize command of my motion."

By emptying his thoughts of all distractions save for the perpetual surge enveloping him, the Scarlet King pressed on with his routine.

Day by day, Cain's insight intensified. He grasped additional facets of The Flow's essence, honing his command and building his might along the way. The Flow's force didn't just purify his Primordial Essence—it amplified it.

When this odyssey commenced, his Primordial Essence stood merely a handful of meters high, dim and shaky. Yet over two months' time, it expanded to building proportions. Lacking his corporeal form, sense of self, or lingering soul fragments, the aura emanating from his shape had ascended to the pinnacle of the Arch-Deity Rank.

Naturally, such expansion had its limits.

This advancement tied straight to Cain's grasp and command of The Flow. The more seamlessly he merged with it, the mightier he grew—yet when his insight faltered, his progress halted too.

At last, on the inaugural day of the sixth month, Cain's gaze ignited with brilliance.

A shiver coursed through his figure as he ceased floating along the tide. For the initial occasion since plunging into The Flow, he held utterly motionless amid the ceaseless torrent sweeping by. Gradually, a

broad grin stretched over his features.

He shifted.

Cain navigated the torrent, his Primordial Essence slicing smoothly like a fish in a stream. Battling upstream proved tougher, yet not draining. Crucially, he could halt at will. "Success!"

Cain balled his hands in victory. He had achieved it.

He had become unified with the boundless tide linking every existence, capable of safeguarding his consciousness, recollections, and yearnings against its crushing force.

Resolve and resolve blazed in his stare as he started advancing deliberately.

His goal stood evident.

The Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

Locating the descending current that had carried him here proved simple. Cain trailed it until the known tug returned. Yet as he tried to ascend counter to it, his eyes bulged.

"I... can't."

Navigating counter to the tide was manageable. Ascending via it was a whole other challenge.

"No! I must go back!"

Cain bellowed inwardly and thrust upward with his full might. His Primordial Essence ascended briefly—then got forcefully shoved downward.

It resembled demanding a fish scale a cascade.

The Scarlet King attempted repeatedly, but outcomes stayed unchanged. His Primordial Essence lacked the potency to harness The Flow for inter-universal passage.

"I'm trapped here."

Fury and exasperation warped Cain's visage. His sole purpose in fusing with The Flow had been recovery and reunion with the cherished. He had triumphed in purifying his core—yet now confinement gripped him in an alien cosmos, severed from kin or comrades.

As far as Cain could tell, the Tenth Empyrean World might persist in its schemes. Additional Curse Eaters may have breached the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, sowing ruin without him.

Such notions clouded his judgment.

Still, Cain's psyche and resolve had surged vastly amid his voyage along the linking torrent of existence. Mere minutes passed before he steadied himself and quit striving to climb The Flow.

"I don't have the power," he conceded. "Thus, I must acquire it." Fierce intent surged inside as he geared up for the next course.

Cain inspected his Primordial Essence and soon saw its stagnation. The Flow had infused him to its utmost. To surge further, self-directed evolution awaited.

A grave gleam lit his eyes while he pondered his traversed stages.

"The initial phase involves immersing in The Flow," Cain mused. "The next seeks equilibrium—integrating yet preserving one's uniqueness. The ultimate... involves shattering loose and reentering the material realm."

And therein lay purpose's role.

Escaping The Flow demanded an anchor deep in one's core—a craving so fierce it could wrench one from the perpetual tide weaving all existence.

Luckily, Cain possessed precisely that.

"Prior to starting," he whispered, "I require a fitting container."

A perilous spark danced in his eyes. Persisting solely as Primordial Essence posed excessive peril. A form was essential—something to house his being, enable wandering, cultivation, and amplification

of strength.

His mind drifted to the inhabitants he'd glimpsed in the metropolis.

Claiming an Arch-Deity Rank body was feasible, but their aptitude and prospects fell short. Even worse, it would constrain his Primordial Essence instead of bolstering it. Central city's dwellers differed. Their promise soared higher—yet their prowess matched. Taking one would challenge greatly, with fierce opposition assured.

Should he prevail, their scarcity meant detection of a foreign takeover in their ranks

might prompt lethal pursuit against Cain.

Ultimately, Cain dismissed the notion.

They fell short of merit.

A superior plan emerged.

After hours of journeying, a grin gradually curved his lips.

Below lay a sea—immense past comprehension. Its expanse alone spanned almost one-tenth of an Empyrean World.

And each droplet consisted of blood.

Myriad colossal and grand creatures dwelled within this

sea, yet Cain ignored them.

"My fresh form... shall be a sea."