The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2398 Ocean of the Blood Sun

Three days later, the blood ocean's waves churned violently again.

Now, countless enormous creatures burst forth from its scarlet depths, overwhelming the nearby terrain like an inexorable flood. In an instant, widespread devastation erupted.

Beasts from the blood ocean pressed ahead relentlessly. They overran woodlands, climbed peaks, burrowed through marshes, annihilating all life they encountered and hauling the remains back to the depths.

Bodies piled up increasingly in the blood ocean, but Cain held off on devouring them right away. Instead, he let them drift on the top, his mind fixed on the universal energies of this strange realm.

Trying to grasp the principles and regulations of this realm from

the ground up would prove an enormous undertaking, even for one whose spiritual strength had attained the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank. Luckily, Cain wasn't beginning entirely anew.

His current form, the blood ocean, held potent universal principles and energies woven into its core. All he had to do was align himself with them and master their use.

This wasn't simple either, yet for an expert in the Power of Chaos and The Flow, it proved straightforward.

As the sea creatures kept up their onslaught, the dead kept stacking higher. Among the fallen, some measured barely bigger than boxes, others loomed like minor hills. The slaughter reached epic proportions, but in a cosmos where all existence thrived on preying upon one another, it felt utterly ordinary.

The scene stirred no unease in Cain.

Across his path of cultivation, he had slain and absorbed billions-maybe trillions-of beings without a shred of

remorse ever crossing his mind. Provided he avoided harming the frail and blameless, no ethical weight pressed on him. Here, those ideas held no sway anyway. The frail and blameless rarely lasted long enough to earn a title.

By the seventh day, a rush of elation and anticipation flooded the Scarlet King's core.

At last, he had synced with the universal principles lodged inside him.

"The universal principles in this realm resemble those of the Crimson World," Cain noted, "since they merge laws and ideas together... but they're much more aggressive in essence."

A profound reverence washed over his spirit. This universe's principles were all geared for battle. In contrast to the Crimson World, where fire's universal principle signified ruin alongside birth and renewal, here it stood for pure destruction.

The cosmos seemed crafted solely to produce weapons of death.

This insight burdened him deeply, particularly when he thought back to the Demon King's prophecy-three realms layered one above the other, his home realm crushed at the base.

"It fits if this is the source of the armies that assaulted the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and the Crimson World at once," Cain pondered. "Still, up to now, not a whisper of a True Depravita has shown itself."

The inconsistency disturbed him.

Undoubtedly hazardous, this realm's core essence stayed hidden. Ultimately, the Scarlet King cast aside his uncertainties. Pursuing unattainable truths offered no gain, so he turned to what lay within his grasp.

"I can command life, lineages, and-to some degree- advancement."

Elation and eagerness swelled inside him. This matched precisely what he'd aimed for.

He'd never planned to linger as a blood ocean indefinitely, since it clashed with his cultivation route, and The Flow's power flowed far smoother in a human-like form.

The Scarlet King picked this shape initially for protection, and next because it acted as an ideal cradle-one able to birth a fresh form with abilities and promise outstripping any creature he'd met before.

Honing his concentration, Cain grasped the universal energies at his disposal and started shaping them into tangible structures.

Four pods started forming.

Three arose in the blood ocean's center. The fourth-and mightiest-lay at the ocean floor. Nourishing it would prove tougher, but its spot defied even Alpha-Omega Overgods from accessing.

Cain launched into action without delay.

Blending the universal principles with the Powers of Chaos and The Flow, he dominated the cadavers. The blood ocean's crushing weight pulverized their frames until only flows of refined vital energy and lineage purity lingered. These flows funneled straight into the three pods.

While Cain concentrated on the pods and felt the vitality budding inside, a perilous spark lit in his spirit.

"To collect the resources for my reborn form," he understood, "I'll need commanders who can push past the

blood ocean's limits."

Days slipped by.

Cain's minions hauled ever more cadavers homeward, breaking them down to essence and channeling it to the pods. All advanced as intended.

Then, in the third month after the slaughter started,

a shift occurred.

A formidable presence ripped apart a swarm of his minions, racing toward the blood ocean with terrifying velocity.

The invaders soon came into view.

Warriors from that city Cain had spotted earlier reached the blood ocean's brink. Lacking third eyes, they still boasted hulking builds, their forms etched with immense might.

Leading them towered an immense fighter.

Armor sprouted straight from his skin, sharp barbs jutting out from

his frame as though naturally sprouted, not crafted. The most eye-catching feature was a tiny gap on his brow-a vacant spot hinting at an eye

ready to awaken.

The chief stared at the blood ocean, bewilderment and icy assessment marking his stern visage. Moments later, realization dawned in his gaze.

"You," he declared, his tone booming with command, "who have seized the Ocean of the Blood Sun... we must talk."