The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2452 Ancestor Art

Although Cain couldn't yet unleash the complete power of the Power of Chaos or harness the cosmic laws ruling over Paradise, its capacity to sway others' thoughts stayed just as strong. Facing a Peak ArchDeity, particularly one who had dropped their defenses, seizing control proved simple.

Certainly, Cain might have probed straight into Samira's soul instead. Such an approach would prove quicker and much more complete. Yet even when handled with

the utmost caution, delving into the soul would leave faint marks—hints that a being like the Dark Blood King could spot without trouble.

In contrast, the Chaos influence vanished without a trace.

Cain turned his attention to Samira. When a subtle crimson light flickered in her gaze, he gave a small nod.

"What are your orders?" he inquired steadily. "What did the Dark Blood King instruct you to do?"

Samira stayed quiet briefly. These were confidential matters drilled into her to protect, and her resolve pushed back on reflex.

Yet it lasted merely a moment.

"My orders are to obey you in everything," she replied tonelessly. "And to report all your actions to the Dark Blood King. I was also instructed to investigate the wealth you brought with you and search for

anything unusual or suspicious."

Cain nodded. That initial detail matched his predictions precisely.

The latter part, though, piqued his interest.

The Dark Blood Kingdom possessed boundless riches. Nothing he carried could possibly appeal to an entity of such stature.

"What kind of items are you supposed to find?" Cain questioned.

Samira's brow furrowed a bit.

"I don't know. I was only told to look for anything strange, rare, or out of place."

Confusion grew thicker in Cain's gaze.

"So it's not about wealth. They're hunting for something particular... but they don't know what it is." Cain dissected the matter coolly before posing another query.

"Do you have any information about the war with the Seventh and Eighth Realms? The reason behind it?"

Samira shook her head right away.

"I know nothing about that. I am not part of His Majesty's inner circle. My mission is limited to monitoring you and searching your belongings."

Cain had anticipated that much.

He posed a few additional questions, digging into details on the Dark Blood Kingdom's inner workings, its troops' deployments, or any odd events in the past few months.

Still, Samira provided scant details.

A Peak ArchDeity held great sway in realms like the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe or the Crimson World. But in Paradise, such strength meant little.

After pulling out all useful insights, Cain delivered his closing directives.

"You will forget this conversation," he stated. "You will behave exactly as you normally would."

Before letting her go, he embedded a profound, underlying command—one that wouldn't disrupt her mind or actions.

Any details she got from the Dark Blood Kingdom's top leaders would naturally flow to him.

With that, Cain sent her away.

Once the door shut and solitude returned, Cain methodically examined the expansive room encircling him.

Exploring the capital held no appeal for him.

The Dark Blood Kingdom shone with grandeur, yet it teemed with dangers. Until he grasped the war's real intent—and why the Dark Blood King assembled countless mighty beings—staying wary seemed wisest.

"This will give me time to finish my Ancestor Art."

A keen, thrilled gleam sparked in Cain's eyes.

On the trip, he had laid the groundwork for a fresh method. Now, in the secure, vitality-packed setting of his Dukedom, he could perfect the last touches.

The castle stood apart, shielded by mighty arrays, and brimmed with thick energy.

It formed an ideal spot for cultivation.

Shutting his eyes, Cain dove deep into the method.

The Eternum Flame burst into life over his frame, as the Stasis Force

Field stretched out.

Usually, Cain would blend the field with his white flames, boosting its reach and crafting a broad suppression skill. Versus lesser foes, this tactic wrecked havoc.

However, facing threats like the Dark Blood King—or even the lesser Heartcram King—it fell short.

This round, he reversed the process.

Rather than spreading the field, he squeezed it tight.

Gradually, the Stasis Force Field started contracting. Its inner strength bore down, compelling the white flames cloaking his form to

tighten up.

Days slipped by.

The field dwindled bit by bit.

The flames packed denser and denser.

In time, the white fire shifted, shedding its liquid shape and

shifting into a brilliant white plasma.

With the change intensifying, the chamber warped. Hues swirled. Space quivered faintly.

The Quietus Force's thickness hit a peak so intense that

light, space, and time bent gently near the Scarlet

King.

At last, Cain opened his eyes.

A broad grin lit up his features.

The force field had shrunk to under two centimeters from his skin. In that slim sheath, the Eternum Flame burned as pure plasma, squeezed to immense density.

Cain balled his fists, and the grin stretched further.

The focused Eternum Flame boosted the Quietus Force vastly. Each blow he landed would now unleash crushing ruin.

Meanwhile, the plasma coat served as a shield. Whatever neared his body would face delays.

The active span was tiny—but Cain's swiftness made that drawback trivial.

And more benefits awaited.

The Quietus Force still impacted the nearby space. Even if the span had narrowed to roughly five meters, foes stepping into melee range would suffer intense perceptual chaos. Spatial sense, rhythm, and response time would all falter.

Ideal for close-quarters battle.

Naturally, drawbacks existed.

The skill burdened his psyche heavily and drained energy at a terrifying pace.

"I can maintain the White Mantle for at most five minutes before

exhaustion," Cain whispered. "It won't last through a prolonged campaign... but for a decisive fight, it will be perfect."

Satisfaction filled him utterly.

Right after Cain secured the skill, he detected a known aura drawing near.

Soon after, Samira showed at the doorway and inclined her head.

"It is time," she stated with respect.

"The War Council is about to begin."