The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2413 The power of the Crown Prince

The past few months had proven utterly astounding for Cain.

With Mirena and the Aztorus Kingdom's armies in play, the speed of Omen Beast hunts had surged dramatically. This surge went beyond mere numbers—it elevated quality as well.

The united power of the Royal Blutlinie and Royal Guards pushed even Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beasts straight into the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Every beast that perished unleashed floods of energy and soul force, channeling straight into Cain's vast scheme and boosting his progress at a breakneck speed.

Yet the advantages stretched further.

Mirena had managed to claim enormous stockpiles of treasures from the Aztorus Kingdom—items brimming with pure energy and blood-based might. Persuading the top leaders to relinquish these assets proved challenging, particularly as many still regarded the Ocean of the Blood Sun as little more than a throwaway war tactic.

Still, Mirena presented it in a new light.

She highlighted how the blood ocean's ongoing growth would block the Kalous Kingdom's paths to retreat and squeeze their capital tighter. This reframed their view: no longer a mere disposable asset, but a vital stronghold shaping the war's outcome.

Ultimately, they consented.

But the most crucial change remained hidden from the public eye.

War captives were now dispatched to the Ocean of the Blood Sun

every single day.

Cain first extracted their souls, preserving them with care. Next, he devoured their forms and leftover energy, processing them before cleansing their Ancestor Drops. Each Drop merged into the fourth cocoon, the core preparing to form his upcoming body.

As Cain turned his focus to that cocoon, a rush of thrill and eagerness flooded his soul.

"It isn't even complete yet," he pondered, "and it has already reached the limit of the ArchDeity Rank."

This was just its cultivation base.

When it came to pure fighting prowess, it proved far more daunting. Its velocity alone outstripped his other two bodies by a vast degree.

Naturally, Cain knew physical traits formed only part of a Royal Blutlinie's power.

The real essence resided in their Ancestor Power.

Looking within, Cain inspected his Ancestor Drop. It had swelled to such intensity that stepping right into the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank after rebirth would come effortlessly.

"With this base," he assessed steadily, "I could hit the Middle Stage in just a few decades."

Such aptitude defied all norms. Even top-tier prodigies needed hundreds of thousands—sometimes millions—of years to surpass the Early Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank.

Nevertheless, this fell short for Cain.

His aim had never centered on strength alone.

He craved dominance—unmatched, total dominance—to defy the flow of reality and journey back to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

And he required it swiftly.

"My Primordial body can last millions of years soulless," Cain reflected darkly. "But my people cannot."

A heavy burden weighed on his mind.

Years had passed since his clash with the Curse Eater, leaving him blind to events unfolding at home.

"The Root stays locked in the World of the Root," he deduced, "but I'm sure they're plotting something. Growth is unavoidable." The strain was crushing—yet it forged him. To surpass every being in Paradise, Cain had to seize it fully.

Right as he prepared to dive further into cultivation, a ripple stirred the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Mirena emerged over the scarlet waves, her face unusually strained.

Soon after, a blood-formed humanoid figure ascended from the depths, offering a slight bow in her direction.

"What causes this unrest, Lady Mirena?" the blood

figure inquired evenly.

Mirena gazed into the avatar's empty sockets briefly before letting out a soft breath.

"Troubling reports have come from the northern front."

The avatar's features grew shadowed.

"What issue could arise? The Aztorus Kingdom's troops should hold total dominance."

"We did," Mirena answered. "Until the Crown Prince of the Kalous

Kingdom showed up."

With those words, the strain on her features intensified.

The blood figure went quiet, shifting to a grave posture.

Having absorbed memories from two Royal Blutlinie of the Kalous Kingdom, he recognized precisely who the Crown Prince was.

A prodigy beyond compare—remarkable more for his resolve than his natural talents. Rather than rushing ahead, he had intentionally curbed his cultivation at first, honing his base to flawless levels. This choice left him trailing his rivals for years, turning his youth into endless trials.

But he stayed resolute.

Gradually, he bridged the divide.

Finally, he claimed the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank with prospects hinting at Late Stage potential.

Yet this dimmed beside his Ancestor Power. That force alone secured his entry to the realm's mightiest power—the Dark Blood Kingdom—where he honed his skills for thousands of years.

"He can command Omen Beasts," the blood figure stated, building on Mirena's account, "merging their souls into his, vastly amplifying their might. His cap was Middle Stage Alpha-Omega Overgod. Boosted, he could drive them to the edge of Late Stage."

Mirena shook her head.

"That was his former cap," she said somberly. "He's still at Early Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank—but now he's mastering a Late Stage Alpha-Omega Overgod Omen Beast called Sky Terror."

The figure's brow furrowed sharply, though the grim tidings pressed on.

"He didn't arrive solo," Mirena went on. "He arrived with two Middle Stage Alpha-Omega Overgod Royal Blutlinie. As a unit, they hammered the northern edge with crushing power."

"Our total might remains stronger," she noted, "but their arrival has compelled our lines to retreat."

She halted for a second before landing the worst part.

"If our scouts are right, he's steadying the northern line... before fixing his gaze on the Ocean of the Blood Sun."

Her stare fixed on the blood figure.

"And annihilating you."