The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2404 Time for speed

Cain felt a touch of astonishment upon hearing those words.

Satan had been formed by Cain from the core essence and vast cosmic might of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, raised through infusions of the Power of Chaos, the Flow, and Cain's personal Primordial Essence. This exact method explained why Satan stood as such a formidable being—one possessing a real soul, sharp intellect, and the capacity for authentic advancement and cultivation.

"I guess wisdom and curiosity were part of the deal."

A faint sigh slipped from Cain's lips.

Paradise held no true belonging for him, and in contrast to the Crimson World, it offered no ground for building genuine bonds. From his observations, he knew well that once the Blutlinie learned of his origins from another universe, their response would strike swift and fierce. They might seek to slay him on the spot or exploit him as a means to venture into fresh territories for domination.

For that reason, it might have been preferable had Satan resembled the typical drones—beings that simply collected materials and obeyed orders without question.

However, reality differed.

"I forged his soul and mind," Cain pondered with composure. "I have the ability to wipe out his sense of self if I choose."

Still, he recognized that such an action would drastically diminish Satan's combat prowess and drastically curb his prospects for development. A being lacking independent will could never achieve true elevation.

Pausing to weigh his upcoming statements and future moves, Cain at last addressed the situation, his tone firm and deliberate.

"I am your Creator," he stated. "And you serve as my weapon. I shall render you more powerful, and in turn, you will safeguard me."

His words sharpened further as he pressed on, his tone turning icy and incisive, laden with an intensity

that delved profoundly into the dragon's core.

"A weapon holds no purpose absent its creator, and a creator relies on his weapon for endurance. We shall confront all foes in this universe side by side."

A rush of resolve and murderous aura erupted from Satan's soul while he lifted his head and let out a thunderous roar.

"Yes, Creator," Satan proclaimed. "United against all!"

The declaration boomed through the heavens, shaking the clouds overhead. As his enormous frame submerged into the scarlet depths, his injuries mended swiftly, and his might swelled onward.

The dragon's reply pleased Cain, yet he refused to let his focus waver.

Following this wave of destruction—particularly with the demise of a Royal Blutlinie—the Kalous Kingdom was bound to direct its scrutiny his way.

"The ongoing war holds them back at present," Cain mused, "yet as soon as a chance arises, they'll descend with an army far mightier than before."

His stare intensified.

"I must advance. And swiftly."

Cain projected his soul, delving into the consciousness of Kameron and the other seized Blutlinie. He extracted their recollections, understandings, and cultivation methods. Though the extraction inflicted severe harm, given their impending doom, Cain harbored no qualms. He claimed all he could grasp short of utterly demolishing their souls.

Immediately thereafter, the Omen of the Ocean of the Blood Sun sprang to life. Kameron and the surviving Blutlinie's corpses were dissolved and compressed, their corporeal structures unraveled effortlessly. From the debris, countless threads of life essence, power, and soul energy were crafted, alongside gleaming beads of

blood.

These threads flowed straight into the remaining two cocoons, bolstering their potency and hastening their evolution.

Next, Cain set about refining the Ancestor Drops.

All hints of taint, frailty, and contamination were incinerated until nothing but the most refined and robust essence persisted. The majority of the drops shrank by over ninety-eight percent in this refinement. Nevertheless, Kameron's Ancestor Drop preserved almost twenty percent of its initial volume.

This outcome astonished Cain.

Simultaneously, it stunned him to comprehend that a Royal Blutlinie's Ancestor Drop still contained eighty percent

impurities.

A broad grin spread across Cain's features as he assembled the cleansed Ancestor Drops, merging them into one unified whole. What emerged was an Ancestor Drop about the size of a grape—vastly surpassing the initial one he had formed.

"Almost eighty percent of it stems from Kameron's drop," Cain observed evenly. "Royal Blutlinie indeed operate on an entirely superior plane compared to their peers."

As Cain delved deeper into the concepts of purity and potency in Ancestor Drops, his fixation on honing them to utmost perfection intensified. His grand ambition stood evident: amassing sufficient might to elevate his Primordial Essence to harness the Flow for crossing universes.

Attaining this could demand surpassing the boundaries of the Third Realm.

Cain remained uncertain if such an accomplishment lay within reach. No being of that caliber had ever crossed his path.

"No... that's incorrect."

A grave expression filled Cain's eyes as memories surfaced of the crimson gaze that had invaded his soul during his fleeting glimpse into the Tenth Empyrean

World.

"That individual," Cain contemplated, "surpasses the Demon King, the Leader of the Masked Race, and the Ancient One by a wide margin!"

Awareness of this attainable route offered some reassurance—but

it also heightened Cain's pressing need for haste. That gaze marked his greatest adversary, the figure Cain suspected led the Tenth Empyrean World.

Wasting no further moments, Cain directed the freshly created Ancestor Drop into the fourth cocoon submerged in the Ocean of the Blood Sun, blending it with the one he had cultivated over months.

"RUMBLE!"

Upon the fusion of the two Ancestor Drops, the cocoon shook with fierce intensity. Enormous waves of vital energy and power rushed

inward, inundating its depths.

"Yes!" Cain cried out.

This sight matched precisely his expectations.

The shaking signified not that the body neared completion—far from it. Rather, it indicated the Ancestor Drop had amassed enough strength

to start shaping a body around its form.

A form emerging naturally from an Ancestor Drop outclassed one developed in tandem with it. Thus, Cain had devoted his efforts solely to empowering the drop, avoiding any meddling with the cocoon previously.

With the body's formation underway, Cain could now modify it without risk.

He avoided haste in the procedure. Rather, he examined the emerging structure with meticulous care and accuracy.

"My form in the Crimson World emphasized power," Cain mused. "The one within the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe prioritized

resilience..."

A hush fell after he arrived at this insight. Then, a wave of

exhilaration and eagerness welled up inside him.

"Now for velocity."