The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2401 The Supreme Race of Paradise
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Omens resembled Oniric Truths by channeling the might of Concepts and Laws together. Still, they outshone them in a vital way: Omens possessed the potential to evolve.
When a person comprehended and dominated an Omen, it merged into their essence—a shard of the soul—just as Oniric Truths blended into a True Name.
But in contrast to Oniric Truths, Omens stayed fluid. They held the power for expansion, alteration, and outright evolution when the proper
conditions arose.
Rather than grasping numerous Omens, mastering only one proved sufficient. Extra Omens, once comprehended, got devoured by the primary one, serving as fuel to propel its progress. "Everything in this place seems to want to consume others to grow." Cain felt a chill once again from Paradise's ruthless, predatory side. Its very universal laws turned cannibalistic, driving advancement through swallowing and demolition.
With the Omen of the Blood Sun in play, Cain started engaging the captured Blutlinie corpses. He launched a careful ritual of compression. Each particle in their forms, energies, and spirits got dismantled and purified. No scrap went unused.
Slowly, Cain delved into their cores, finding a glowing blood droplet there. When he concentrated on it, that lone drop seemed to harbor a whole realm inside.
"The Ancestor Drop."
This droplet decided a Blutlinie's aptitude and prospects, forming the heart of their Path of Power.
Cain pressed on with the compression and squeezing until scores of Ancestor Drops hovered inside him, encircled by flows
of blood, life essence, and soul power. He might have simply employed those drops to craft his own and spawn a fresh form right away—but that choice would spell disaster.
His thoughts grew keen as he guided the flows of blood, life essence, and soul power to the trio of pods at the center of his vast sea-like body. Then he drew every Ancestor Drop into a cluster.
By calling upon the Power of Chaos and The Flow, Cain unleashed the Omen of the Blood Sun completely. Crimson fire blazed around the drops, devouring them all.
The Ancestor Drops started quaking right away.
Parts of them vaporized, turning to void. Cain purified them, burning off all taint and retaining just the purest, strongest core. Certain drops dwindled so much they shrank below a blood cell's size. Even ones from Arch-Deities contracted to almost oblivion.
After all impurities burned off and the drops melded into one, what lingered was incredibly minuscule—small enough to slip through a needle's eye effortlessly.
"It will demand vast stretches of time and endless offerings," Cain pondered, "yet a solid base matters above all—for a Blutlinie especially."
Resolve sparked in Cain's gaze as he directed the cleansed Ancestor Drop to the fourth pod at the Blood Ocean's depths. The instant it took root, Cain poured in huge surges of life force and energy, fostering it without pause.
"At this pace," Cain figured, "a full thousand years must pass for completion."
Naturally, Cain planned no such delay.
He trusted that reinforcements from the Kalous Kingdom would arrive soon. Every one would bear an Ancestor Drop in their frames
—vital assets for the Scarlet King to boost the drop shaping in his expanding form.
Cain refused to linger idly.
He kept directing his sea beast to ravage nearby territories, gulping down all living things it encountered and hauling them to the Ocean of the Blood Sun. In that domain, Cain applied the Omen to distill them into flows of blood, life essence, and soul power, funneling those forces to the three pods.
Three months slipped by uneventfully.
Right when Cain wondered if the Kalous Kingdom's Blutlinie had lost track of him, he detected a huge force advancing on the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
Over three hundred strong filled their ranks. Most hit Peak Prima Deity level, though scores had ascended to Arch-Deity.
But the leader up front was what truly gripped Cain's chest in tension.
The warrior came with Amaro at his side. His snowy hair and extra crimson eye revealed his identity—this was a Royal Blutlinie, whose untainted lineage let him reclaim echoes of the race's primal ancestor.
Royal Blutlinie ranked as a Supreme Race, on par with Primordials or Neo-Demons!
Murderous fury filled the man's stare as he thrust out his palm. A bone blade sprouted straight from his flesh.
Upon reaching over the Blood Ocean, no talk ensued, no parley offered. His aura burst forth as he struck without warning.
Cain had already felt the deadly vibe and countered instantly. Scores of enormous blood limbs, infused with the Power of Chaos and The Flow, lunged at the Royal Blutlinie.
Such a blow would have erased Amaro.
But the Ancestor Eye on the Royal Blutlinie's brow flared as he
swept his blade. A blast of chilling force rippled out, trapping each blood limb in frost. Moments later, they crumbled
into myriad icy shards.
Solemnity etched Cain's face.
The Ancestor Drop shaped not just cultivation routes, gifts, and promise—it unlocked a special ability that let its owner jump tiers in combat.
Amaro commanded fire.
This Royal Blutlinie commanded frost.
And that frost power proved far deadlier and more intense.
Denying Cain any breather, the Royal Blutlinie cleaved again. Fresh icy torrent slammed the Blood Sun Ocean's face, icing a huge swath before exploding into frozen debris.
Agony lanced through Cain's spirit.
One strike had claimed a hefty chunk of him.
Without swift action, peril loomed large.
But as the hurt swelled, the dread in Cain's eyes dimmed bit by bit. His attention turned inside, to the pods.
"Just in time."