The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2444 Omen Phantom

Cain immersed himself in serene cultivation inside the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

The brutal slaughter he unleashed in the Heartcram Kingdom's capital failed to rattle his thoughts at all. In truth, he'd slain countless more for even trivial motives before.

Though the Power of Chaos linked him to fellow beings, it didn't imply he valued every existence—not even close. Instead, it bestowed upon him the gift of forging profound, authentic ties with the select individuals he held dear.

Regarding the Blutlinie race, Cain's heart harbored only icy detachment.

Even individuals who hadn't wronged him faced the identical ruthless fate. The cause was straightforward.

Nature.

Inhabitants of the Crimson World managed to build connections with those dwelling in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. They could dwell together in harmony. Yet, Paradise's folk stood apart.

No Blutlinie could ever forge a real bond with any from the Six Sacred Races.

Should they arrive in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, they'd regard everything as mere sustenance or servants. No different.

This went beyond mere traditions.

It stemmed from biology. From the psyche. From raw instinct.

A Blutlinie simply couldn't weave their life truly with those of the Six Sacred Races.

This explained why Cain had always refused to create any real link with them.

His sole trusted allies in this place remained his Royal Guards.

All others served as mere instruments—or potential foes down the line.

As severe as it rang, Blutlinie themselves perceived their kin in such terms.

Heart steady and mind utterly concentrated, Cain plunged completely into his cultivation.

He split his main focus between the Chronos Cultivation Technique and the Savitar Technique.

With Chronos, he could soon supplement externally by devouring souls of fellow Blutlinie. Still, prior to that point, building his personal grasp and realm over the Omen of Time came first.

Omens operated at a tier beyond Oniric Truth. Distinct from fixed laws, these Omens developed and expanded independently. Typically, only entities boasting at least an ArchDeity-level soul could sense and engage with them.

Cain benefited greatly, as the Power of Chaos alongside his tie to the Flow enabled seamless alignment with the cosmos around him. This boosted his insight pace immensely, elevating it to a remarkable degree.

Simultaneously, a segment of his mind concentrated on tempering his corporeal form.

The Savitar Technique proved straightforward yet intensely rigorous. It involved reorganizing atomic connections, enabling cellular particles to attain an elevated excitation realm.

This undertaking called for profound insight—plus massive amounts of vitality and life essence.

Fortune favored Cain, who commanded both in abundance.

He'd gathered vast stockpiles of vitality from the Blutlinie in the Kalos and Aztrous Kingdoms already. At present, the power drawn from Heartcram's capital bolstered those stores even more,

empowering him to advance the tempering further.

As Cain trained with total dedication, so too did his Royal Guards.

Every one strained their flesh and spirits to the utmost, exploiting all supplies at hand to advance swiftly.

The Dark Blood Kingdom had dispatched an assassin their way. Cain handled that peril himself, yet all doubted it marked the final strike from that force.

Moreover, they'd now incensed the Heartcram Kingdom as well. Such a clash proved inevitable. From the instant the ice trio crossed Cain's route, destiny sealed itself.

In Paradise, confrontations like these invariably spilled blood. Should he have yielded, Heartcram's denizens would have assaulted the Ocean of the Blood Sun promptly, viewing him as defenseless quarry.

The marine beasts loyal to Cain pressed on with their duties. They methodically enlarged the Ocean of the Blood Sun, drawing in

energy while extending its blood-red waves.

The waters had swelled sufficiently to start engulfing the devastated ruins of Kalos City.

Time flowed onward.

Four months following the annihilation of Heartcram's capital, Cain at last

parted his eyelids.

A marvelous glow gleamed in them while fresh might started to

radiate from his essence.

"The Omen of Time."

A broad grin lit up his features.

Shutting his eyes once more, Cain directed his senses inside.

By Paradise's rules, a Blutlinie's soul appeared as an expansive,

brilliant expanse of glowing specks housed in the mind. Majestic and aureate, it formed an endless sea of ethereal radiance.

Within that expanse, a fresh element had emerged.

A spectral form gradually materialized.

It looked like a colossal wolf with wings.

This marked the abstract embodiment of Cain's mastery and insight into the Omen of Time. Gracefully, the beast glided through his soul, taking in time essence and steadily honing his spiritual core.

The emergence of this Omen Phantom signified Cain's achievement of the Rudimentary Understanding phase for the

Omen of Time.

"And that means I can finally use the signature ability of the Chronos

Technique."

A spark of thrill danced in his gaze.

Harnessing the winged wolf's might, Cain gathered time essence deep in his soul.

Before long, an odd blaze kindled.

This constituted the pivotal skill of the Chronos Cultivation Technique—the

Chrono Flame.

From here, Cain could nourish the flame with souls from other Blutlinie,

spurring its growth. With its progression, his command and dominion over the Omen of Time would intensify in tandem. Naturally, this wasn't the sole method to bolster an Omen.

Owing to their essence, Omens might also advance via assimilation of insights from fellow Omens.

Precisely that followed for Cain.

Tapping the legacy and gathered wisdom stored

in the Ocean of the Blood Sun, he channeled those shards into

his Omen of Time. Within his soul, the winged wolf underwent alteration.

Its frame expanded and sharpened. Talons honed to razor edges. Extra wings sprouted down its spine, each pulsing with subtle time ripples.

Such shifts held no empty symbolism.

They directly reflected the advancement of Cain's Omen of

Time.

With the specter's development, Cain sensed his grip on time essence surge vastly. He could steer time's current via his veins now, hastening bodily functions and vastly boosting his agility and reflexes.

"Excellent."

Cain inclined his head in approval, a assured grin blooming over his

countenance.

Suddenly, his look altered.

He raised his sight to the horizon.

Via the Ocean of the Blood Sun, he already sensed it—

several formidable presences racing near at tremendous velocity.

The weight they bore felt overwhelming.

Perilous.

Cain rose deliberately, crimson power starting to swirl about him.

"I evolved just in time."