The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2434 Dominating the Blade of the End of Times
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Indeed, Cain had no plans to charge straight into the Dark Blood Realm. His power was immense—truly exceptional—yet he remained grounded in reality.
The sole factor behind his victory over the Kings of the Aztorus and Kalous Kingdoms stemmed from his meticulous setup of the battlefield conditions.
Before their clash even started, the pair was already badly injured and utterly drained, while the endless vitality from the Ocean of the Blood Sun coursed wildly through Cain's bloodstream during the entire battle.
If the Scarlet King had encountered Eonar and Lortar in their prime, the result would have turned out entirely otherwise.
"At most, I could have defeated one of them, and that was with me putting my life on the line," Cain evaluated with composure. "But both together would have overwhelmed me."
Lacking the boost from the Ocean of the Blood Sun, Cain gauged his pure power to hover close to the peak of a Late-Stage Alpha-Omega Overgod. Considering his cultivation stood merely at the Early Stage, this marked an incredible display of strength and aptitude, born from his relentless efforts in crafting a Flawless Ancestor Drop.
A subtle smile crept across Cain's face.
"I'm satisfied with the talent and potential of this third body," he whispered. "And the best part... is that I can grow very fast."
The curve on his mouth grew icy.
With no delay, Cain thrust his hands into Lortar and Eonar's torsos, pulling out their pulsing hearts. Blazes laced with the Power of Chaos and the Flow burst forth around his palms, consuming
the vital organs and incinerating all but the kings' Ancestor Drops.
From their inception, the beings of Paradise were crafted by this universe's laws and principles to prey on each other for greater might. This truth shone brightest in the Blutlinie Race, who could ingest their fellow kin to refine and bolster their bloodline.
Cain's Royal Blutlinie Body took this concept to unprecedented heights.
Due to the unique forging of his body and Flawless Ancestor Drop, Cain possessed the ability to draw out Ancestor Drops from others and merge them into his core—vastly speeding up his cultivation progress. Purification remained essential, though; taking in impure Drops could taint his perfect base.
While Cain purified the pair of Drops, the sliver of his awareness linked to the Ocean of the Blood Sun sent out a quiet directive.
The scarlet sea responded by roiling fiercely.
The defeated kings' forms crumbled apart, melting into streams of energy and life essence that the Ocean of the Blood Sun drew in and then channeled to the Royal Guards. Their injuries mended, their presences intensified, and their vitality soared to unprecedented levels.
Cain no longer tied himself to the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
Yet he refused to forsake it—or the Royal Guards.
Through the years, they had demonstrated unwavering loyalty and formidable prowess, with boundless potential ahead. Under careful guidance, they would
evolve into priceless comrades for the challenges awaiting.
Before long, the Ocean of the Blood Sun contained just Cain, the Royal Guards... and a lone remaining entity.
The Blade of the End of Times.
Quietus Power continued to pulse within the weapon, locking it in place. Absent that restraint, Cain was certain the blade would have bolted away the moment it detected liberty. The eye set in its pommel jerked frantically, desperate to break free—but time could never best immobility.
Quietus transcended time entirely.
Cain integrated the cleansed Ancestor Drops, inhaling deeply as fresh might flooded his frame. His injuries sealed swiftly, tissues reforming to restore him to full vigor.
Only afterward did the Scarlet King direct his full focus toward the Blade of the End of Times.
Though he couldn't retrieve every one of Eonar's recollections, Cain had uncovered the sword's backstory.
It served as a family treasure.
A artifact hauled from the lower planes by the illegitimate offspring of the First Aztorus King. That heir wielded the sword to slay his sire and claim the throne as the Second Aztorus King.
The blade wielded horrifying might. The Omen of Time housed inside had achieved a phenomenal degree, outstripping even Eonar's personal realm. Still, its potency demanded a dire price.
The armament possessed life.
And the essence inside proved nightmarish—always hungering to consume its bearer's flesh and spirit.
Regrettably, eliminating or binding that essence would slash the sword's
potency in half.
Cain breathed out steadily and reached out with his right arm, seizing the hilt.
In that instant, the eye on the hilt snapped wide.
A piercing gleam flashed in Cain's eyes as he sensed the sword's probe into his psyche. Rather than fight back, Cain permitted the
link to establish.
His face altered—from concentration to mild entertainment.
Before the sword could respond, Cain's gaze ignited with golden radiance as his essence delved into the Flow—the infinite stream linking every
aspect of existence.
Differing from his clash with the Crow Prince of the Kalous Kingdom, Cain chose not to annihilate this essence. He rooted himself solidly in the world while compelling the sword's soul to behold the Flow's genuine immensity.
Existence faded away.
Nothing lingered but an infinite ocean of golden streams—boundless, tranquil, and all-consuming. A vision that could spark utter serenity... or total dissolution of self.
Dread overwhelmed the eye in the sword's hilt.
It tried to break the bond.
Cain prevented it.
His goal was straightforward: to scour away every shred of shadow and wickedness
from the sword's soul.
Obviously, this would wipe out all else too—
recollections, urges, and even sense of self.
The Scarlet King deemed that fine.
Days slipped by.
Finally, the soul inside the blade stood purified.
No drive.
No past.
No desire.
A void slate.
Cain grinned. The sword might reclaim what it forfeited, but only
beneath his watchful eye.
He linked with the now-pure soul, and as a reply, a rush of white Eternum Flames exploded from the Blade of the End of Times.