The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2433 Fourth Realm in Paradise

A grave look surfaced in Cain's eyes while he examined the injuries etched across his frame.

Though shallow and offering no immediate danger, Cain understood

otherwise.

His Ancestor Power went by the name Null Eternum.

This ability unlocked the essence that stood in complete opposition to the Big Bang itself.

Not the act of creation.

Not the phase of expansion.

Rather, the conclusion.

The essence that arises in the ultimate instant of being—when the final speck halts its quiver, when movement fades away, when the cosmos arrives at total immobility.

No further alteration.

No further oscillation.

No further opposition.

No further transformation.

All things merely cease.

Such was the Quietus Power.

It represented a fearsome dominion, one that didn't just dismantle but obliterated the chance for any motion. Even without deliberate invocation, Null Eternum produced an unseen barrier around Cain's form, sharply reducing the pace of time's passage under its sway.

This influence wasn't selective.

It didn't aim at foes alone.

It warped existence as a whole.

That's the reason the pair of kings overlooked any anomaly at the start of their clash. Their cognition, reflexes, and senses lagged along with their physical forms, rendering the anomaly undetectable from inside. And that's also why no direct method existed to resist it—only to withstand it.

To fully cancel out the impact, a force would be required that could hyperstimulate the fundamental particles forming reality.

In its most refined state, Null Eternum appeared as the Eternum Flame—the pale blaze Cain had released just before.

That blaze elevated the Quietus Power to its peak intensity. Each blow Cain landed while grasping it injected his adversary with immobility, fixing their particles in position and cutting their link to time's current. That's why Eonar and Lortar hung motionless in the sky, immobilized even in unconsciousness.

And that wasn't its sole purpose.

Null Eternum held a potent protective quality as well.

By stalling the chain of cause and effect, Cain managed to meet assaults with his unprotected skin—even arms that had touched the boundaries of the Third Realm. In that halted condition, harm simply... failed to happen.

At the very least, not right away.

Cain let out a measured breath as he saw a fresh slash form on his arm.

He wasn't unbreakable.

He was merely postponing the harm.

And though that capability proved immensely potent, it also carried a sly peril.

A boundary existed to how much cause and effect could be deferred. Should a fight extend excessively, all the held-back injuries would erupt at once—and that rebound might prove deadly.

"It comes with restrictions," Cain whispered, his eyes shimmering softly as he watched the pale flames dance along his palm. "Yet this ability... remains utterly remarkable."

His stare intensified as an idea gripped him.

"Should I merge this with the Zero-State Power of my Primordial Body..." His

mouth twisted into a subtle grin. "What kind of creation might emerge?"

The very notion sparked a wave of thrill in his core.

Nevertheless, Cain refused to let his focus wander. Duties awaited completion.

His focus turned toward the immobile shapes of Eonar and Lortar.

As Cain concentrated on the Aztorus King, a slight scowl crossed

his features.

"The blade scorched over half his essence," Cain observed steadily. "Scant remains for my efforts."

He shifted to the Kalous King, and a modest, pleased grin emerged.

"Thankfully, his essence remains whole. I'll extract much greater value from him." Without delay, Cain pressed his hands to their skulls.

His eyes blazed with vivid golden-crimson radiance as the Power of Chaos rushed out, weaving with the Flow. He breached skin, mind, and defiance, plunging straight into their essences and

recollections.

Halfway in, Eonar's eyes flickered.

Then all illumination faded from them completely.

His essence shattered at last, overwhelmed by the penetration.

Cain showed no response.

Lortar's essence, though, held out to the bitter end.

That defiance allowed Cain to delve into the full recollections of one

of the five kings governing the Dark Blood Realm.

But as Cain took in the details, his face turned ever more somber.

The deeper his insight into Paradise grew, the greater the burden on his thoughts became.

Once the absorption concluded, Cain pulled his hands back gradually. A mixed look adorned his visage as he started sorting the acquired knowledge.

"Paradise splits into nine realms," Cain said under his breath. "Similar to the Crimson World... except the order is reversed."

In this domain, the top realm held the least strength.

And the bottom one carried the utmost peril.

The further down one went, the fiercer the Omen Beasts turned and the more horrifying the events intensified. Certain beings wielded such might that they could wipe out whole empires—empires under Alpha-Omega Overgods—in mere hours.

Cain gripped his hand tightly upon hitting the key discovery. "And the bottommost realms..." His tone dropped. "They fall under the control of

beings from the Fourth Realm."

The Fourth Realm.

For Cain, it remained a force veiled in legend.

He had glimpsed it solely via The Root's visions, embodied by the Ancestor of the Root, a presence so immense it could pulverize whole universes unaided.

Should entities of such stature truly dwell in Paradise...

They could obliterate him with ease.

Even worse, they might probe his recollections.

"If they uncover the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe..." Cain's gaze shadowed. "A Fourth Realm being could breach any spatial walls dividing our universes and either subjugate or eradicate all that matters to me."

Paradise had evolved beyond simple hazard.

It posed a threat to existence itself—not just for Cain, but for his kin.

"I must become more powerful," Cain stated softly. "I require the strength to navigate against the current and escape this domain."

Resolve hardened in his eyes. The drive for strength transcended mere concept—it burned as imperative.

Upon wrapping up his analysis of the recollections, Cain drew in a deep

breath.

"I'd have favored more thorough details," he conceded. "However,

the Kalous Kingdom was recent—under ten million years in age."

His eyes sparkled with hunter's hunger.

"To grasp Paradise fully and completely..." A soft smirk appeared. "I have to consume the Dark Blood Kingdom."

The mightiest among the five.

A kingdom rumored to have persisted beyond a billion years. Cain felt sure they harbored the wisdom, mysteries, and assets to propel his Primordial Essence to the height he

demanded.