The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2436 Savitar and Chronos

Right away, a pair of humanoid statues burst forth from the enormous entrance.

Both towered massively, their frames sculpted from shadowy metallic rock and etched with old runic designs. In their grasp were huge armaments made from mysterious substances, and the aura emanating from them pressed down with immense force.

"-Intruder detected-"

"-Destroy-"

The mechanical guardians' words boomed across the subterranean room while the symbols on the walls burst into light. In an instant, a horrifying gravitational field crashed down on Cain.

The force bore down heavily.

This gravity sealed off space, hindering motion and sapping vitality.

Before a single pulse could pass, the guardians lunged ahead.

They charged with blistering velocity, their colossal armaments crashing down akin to falling stars, every blow capable of crumbling peaks and wiping out a Mid-Level Alpha-Omega Overgod.

Beneath the suffocating pull and the relentless assault of death, a typical foe would have been gripped by terror.

Yet Cain merely grinned.

In one mental command, he called forth the Eternum Flame.

Pure white blaze burst from his form, expanding in a quiet burst that engulfed the whole space.

The armaments plummeting at him halted in mid-air as soon as the blaze made contact.

Next, the blaze extended onward.

The guardians got swallowed up, their huge bodies stiffening as the Quietus Force halted the energy stream in their hearts. Simultaneously, the rune arrays scattered across the room wavered and faded.

The gravitational field dissolved.

Its strength wasn't shattered.

It merely ceased.

Time no longer coursed within it.

With all surroundings halted while he hadn't advanced a step,

a pleased grin formed on Cain's lips.

His Ancestor Power proved utterly remarkable.

Steadily, he strode onward.

The atmosphere hung unmoving, caught in total quietude. Dust motes even dangled immobile near him, resembling celestial bodies encased in crystal.

Arriving at the grand entrance, Cain laid his palm against it and shoved.

Under usual circumstances, the Sacred Vault's doorway was guarded by

innumerable barriers and stacked runic barriers. But the Eternum Flame had already nullified all devices. Frozen in energy, the protections became mere inert markings.

The giant portals swung wide.

As Cain crossed the threshold, a broad grin brimming with excitement and eagerness spread across his features.

The Aztorus Kingdom's Sacred Vault brimmed with inconceivable riches.

Myriad armaments and protective gear stood in neat arrays, each pulsing with potent Omens. High-grade cultivation artifacts, scarce resources, lineage-boosting items, and relics from endless ages filled the space.

Still, none of it caught Cain's eye.

His stare locked onto the vault's distant corner.

A vast archive loomed there.

Nearing it, the eagerness in his chest swelled.

Racks brimmed with tomes made from special substances—metal sheets, gem slabs, vital hides, and recall crystals. They held inscribed arts, legacy routes, and cultivation arts amassed by the Aztorus Royal Family.

Cain's initial hunt was for a physique-tempering art centered on velocity—one better than what he'd gained from Mirena.

Effort was required.

Yet at last, he located it.

The volume displayed just one word:

Savitar.

The very name pulsed with mighty essence. As Cain projected his mind into it, the rush in his spirit surged.

The Savitar Technique would elevate his velocity—already matching a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod—to near the ultimate boundary of the Third Realm.

This surpassed all he'd acquired before.

Not even his Empyrean Natural Inheritance matched this rank.

"According to this," Cain mused, "my speed will hit a point where even Late Alpha-Omega Overgods can't track my

actions with their sight."

Content, he tucked away the art and continued.

Afterward, he sought out cultivation arts.

For a Royal Blutlinie, cultivation's route was straightforward in concept:

bolster the might and clarity of the Ancestor Drop.

Still, ways to do so varied widely. The main two

paths consisted of:

Devouring other Blutlinie

Mastering powerful Omens

Cain planned to follow each.

Though dominating Omens proved incredibly tough, his link

to The Flow and the Power of Chaos offered him a huge edge. Resonating with Paradise's universal powers came far easier to him than to common entities.

Though he'd gained mastery over the Omens of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, they didn't fit his coming road.

He required an Omen in flawless sync with Null Eternum.

Luckily, the Aztorus Kingdom's central Omen matched precisely

his desire.

The Omen of Time.

Cain soon uncovered the art he sought.

Actually, it wasn't a single tome, but a trio.

Chronos Soul.

Upon directing his mind into the legacy, Cain's gaze brightened.

The art stood out as exceptional.

It guided comprehension of the Omen of Time via splitting it into

three facets:

Past

Present

Future

After grasping the core insight, the Omen might

shift into a conceptual blaze dwelling in

the soul.

By nourishing it with souls from other Blutlinie, the Time Omen would strengthen endlessly.

A grin escaped Cain.

"This world truly embodies survival of the fittest. Even its highest

techniques require you to consume others to grow stronger."

Yet unease didn't touch him.

Since starting his cultivation path, he'd trod the

way of devouring.

Once assured no superior legacies hid in the vault, Cain flicked his wrist.

All valuables vanished into his holding realm. Armaments, gear, resources, arts—every bit. The Sacred Vault stood utterly barren. "There's no reason to leave anything behind," he pondered icily.

"Besides, there won't be anyone left to reclaim it."

A cold gleam sparked in his eyes.

In the following instant, Cain exited the vault and materialized far overhead the

capital. The sprawling metropolis sprawled below, teeming with billions of Blutlinie persisting in their savage existences, oblivious to the catastrophe looming over them.

Cain lifted his right hand.

Over his palm, the Eternum Flame started to amass.

Ever greater amounts of white blaze gathered, swelling bigger and thicker while it

drew in might. Quickly, it shaped into a huge orb dangling over the metropolis like an extra lunar body.

Its quiet glow bathed the whole capital.

Beneath, myriad Blutlinie gazed upward.

Their primal senses wailed.

Danger. Death.

Extinction.

Yet prior to any response from them—

Cain dropped his hand. The lunar blaze of white fire plummeted.