The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2435 Sacred Vault of the Aztorus Kingdom

Cain caused the Blade of the End of Time to dissolve and merge into his arm.

In the traditions of the Royal Blutlinie, merging weapons directly into one's body was a standard practice, linking them tightly to the user's vital essence. After the fusion, the blade could draw nourishment from the Ancestor Drop, evolving in tandem with its owner.

Still, this kind of merging demanded total mastery and undisputed possession of the weapon from the user. If that link ever snapped, the resulting rebound might prove utterly devastating.

With the fusion finished, Cain settled into a meditation pose inside the Ocean of the Blood Sun, starting to gauge his present power level.

"The heart of my strength at this moment lies in my Ancestor Ability-Null Eternum," he mused inwardly.

Via this power, he was able to summon the Eternum Flame, that pale blaze which boosted his lethal force immensely and provided remarkable protection as well. Yet, these outcomes were just the innate expressions of the power itself.

"Right now, I must advance my Ancestor Arts."

The Ancestor Powers in themselves were unchangeable, their essence utterly fixed. Yet, through practice, honing, and broadening, they could spawn distinctive skills that vastly amplified their potency.

Cain possessed a few concepts already on ways the white flames might advance—approaches to widen their reach, intensify their grip on causality, and maybe even mold the Quietus Power into varied specialized shapes. However, pursuing those concepts demanded time and meticulous

testing.

For the moment, he directed his focus toward the remaining elements of his abilities.

"Since entering Paradise, my Power of Chaos has diminished."

Currently, he could employ it to form pathways that channeled the life force and energy from the Blood Ocean toward enemies, and to a small extent sway the thoughts of those around him. That said, summoning the Chaos Wings or releasing Chaos at maximum strength remained out of reach.

Though it was a letdown, Cain grasped the cause behind it.

The Power of Chaos demanded ties—ties to the realm, its rules, and the creatures populating it. Yet, as an intruder in Paradise, he lingered as an alien presence, not yet fully merged with its essence or its Omens.

Luckily, this shortfall wouldn't last forever.

Having reclaimed a human-like form, attuning to Paradise's inhabitants and harmonizing with its core energies would come much more readily. Through diligent effort, the Chaos Wings would reemerge soon enough.

"It's just a question of when."

Following that, Cain turned to inspect yet another foundation of his might.

"The Flow has surged tremendously."

His command over it had broadened a great deal, enabling him to execute moves that once would have triggered harsh repercussions. The bond he shared with the cosmic stream felt more profound and steady than before.

Nevertheless, he detected room for greater depths.

"I haven't delved into my full possibilities yet. I have to drive this onward."

Once he wrapped up reviewing the Flow, Cain redirected his thoughts to one more inherent skill inherited from his former existence.

"Asura Form."

As soon as he focused his mind, his awareness delved inside,

zeroing in on his heart.

It pounded at a fearsome rhythm—hundreds of beats every second.

In crafting his new body, Cain had adjusted his heart to maintain a perpetual Asura state. No longer a deliberate shift, the power now operated passively. During fights, its fervor would surge on its own, driving his physique to peak extremes.

Cain felt deeply pleased with this outcome. His body's swiftness, agility, and bursting strength were nothing short of phenomenal.

At last, he considered the final among his inborn powers.

"The Scarlet Throne."

A grave look crossed his features.

Unlike the Flow or Asura Form, whose core ideas he had unraveled and recreated successfully, the Scarlet Throne stayed shrouded in mystery for him.

This power had first emerged when his Ego Eternal Path hit the Third Realm and his True Name rose to Prima Deity Rank. It stood apart from his other gifts, drawing from profound existence laws he couldn't yet grasp.

Even more crucially, it hadn't stirred to life in this form.

Cain's brow furrowed as he probed his thoughts for any way to awaken it,

yet discovered none. The void irritated him.

He required quicker progress in cultivation. And the Scarlet Throne was crafted exactly to speed that up.

In the end, the Scarlet King shook his head.

"Looks like fortune won't favor me here."

After a brief pause, he let out a breath and eased his face.

"I'll make do with what's available."

Shutting his eyes, Cain sank into profound meditation. The essence of Null Eternum circulated softly within him as he reinforced his cultivation base and secured his latest advancements.

Close by, the Royal Guards kept vigil.

They were mending from the earlier clash, but their recovery sped along due to the vast vitality drawn from the corpses of Eonar and Lortar.

When a complete day had elapsed, Cain's eyes snapped open.

A broad grin lit up his countenance.

He soared upward into the heavens, locked onto the far-off skyline, and then shot ahead at a velocity that warped the atmosphere around him.

Owing to his staggering pace, the Scarlet King soon hovered over the heart of the Aztorus Kingdom's capital. The metropolis sprawled enormously—vaster than the City of Kalous—vast enough to shelter billions of Bloodline dwellers. From his vantage, Cain scanned its avenues and battlegrounds, where daily routines pressed on unchanged.

The Blutlinie residents clashed fiercely in the open, devouring meat and blood to bolster their bloodlines.

"It looks like news of the Aztorus King and Royal Family's demise hasn't reached them yet."

Cain wasted no seconds.

He plunged down without delay, streaking into the gigantic palace at the urban center. Drawing on the recollections pulled from Eonar,

he moved through the building with ease.

In mere instants, he arrived at the fortress's deepest layer.

Shadows cloaked the immense subterranean hall.

In the middle rose the Sacred Vault of the Aztorus Kingdom.

Cain's gaze sparkled as he eyed the gigantic sky-blue portal ahead. It loomed so hugely that a whole mountain might slip through its arch.

A content smirk formed on his lips.

But right as he advanced a step— Two pairs of eyes flickered open amid the gloom.