The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2458 Securing a fragment

A broad grin lit up Cain's features as he sensed his power surging once again.

"Treasures haven't proven truly beneficial to me in ages," he mused inwardly. "The offerings from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and the Crimson World fail to match my advancing might. Yet the artifacts of Paradise... they extend into the Fourth Realm."

The prospect of future acquisitions stirred a thrill of eagerness and joy in his chest.

Nevertheless, Cain refused to let such notions divert his attention. After thoroughly examining his acquisitions, he passed the shadowy spatial ring over to the Royal Guard. Within it lingered only materials brimming with vitality and chaotic essence.

Though they provided minimal aid to Blutlinie, these were ideal for the Royal Guard. Their paths of cultivation depended exactly on such energies to progress.

With affairs resolved there, Cain slipped into meditation, solidifying his

strength and keeping his energies at maximum potency. Unknown perils might lie ahead, so readiness proved vital.

On the next day, Cain left the capital of the Dark Blood Kingdom with the Royal Guard and Samira. Joining them was a contingent of one hundred ArchDeity Bloodline fighters. As one, they flew through the heavens toward the designated target.

Though the sea beasts of the Ocean of the Blood Sun probed nearby sectors, Cain and his elite team were charged with probing a far riskier zone—one whose core could only be accessed by Alpha-Omega Overgods.

Cain raised no protest. Indeed, he felt scant wish to linger in the capital further. Despite its status as a haven for cultivation, the perpetual feeling of myriad gazes upon him had grated intensely.

Naturally, he recognized that Samira and the Blutlinie fighters dispatched to aid him served also to oversee his deeds.

Regrettably for General Fausto, the Power of Chaos already operated covertly in their thoughts. When the mission ended, Cain would dictate entirely what lingered in their recollections and what they relayed.

Despite slowing to accommodate the ArchDeity fighters, the party arrived at the target sector in merely five days.

Sprawling before them stretched an immense chain of metallic peaks, spanning endless kilometers. Yet the real peril of the area hid not in the landscape but in the fearsome electric surge permeating the air. Fierce streams leaped between summits, sparking occasional bursts of devastating thunderbolts.

Issuing brief orders, Cain dispersed the troops throughout the terrain. The soldiers projected their awareness outward, meticulously probing their environs and leaving no gaps as they progressed.

The routine proved straightforward, monotonous, and draining—yet indispensable. Solely via exhaustive searches could they aspire to uncover the hidden shards of the Sacred Treasure of the Ancestor Tomb.

Bolts of lightning hammered the fighters repeatedly. Initially, their forms withstood the assaults unscathed. But as they delved further into the range, the strikes intensified and multiplied. In time, the ferocity threatened the very existence of the ArchDeity soldiers.

Beyond that threshold, advancement fell to Alpha-Omega Overgods alone.

Only Cain and the Royal Guard advanced.

Satan, Hades, and Morningstar darted ahead, dodging the majority of the lightning assaults. Any that struck them carried insufficient force for grave injury.

Cain, by contrast, made no effort to evade.

As the electric arcs pierced his Stasis Force Field, their velocity plummeted sharply. By the instant they neared the white fires encircling his form, they hung almost motionless.

The spectacle left the trailing Blutlinie fighters in stunned admiration.

Cain ignored their responses entirely. His thoughts wandered elsewhere.

His consciousness linked to the Blood Avatar, directing it over remote territories, past concealed threats, and relentlessly toward the coast where he had detected the piece.

Certainly, he still fulfilled his mandate, scrutinizing the mountain chain diligently. However, he anticipated discovering nothing in

this sector.

At last, as Cain wrapped up the survey of the area outlined by General

Fausto, the Blood Avatar attained the beach.

Following a quick scan, it burrowed under the grains.

A pauldron surfaced.

A wave of elation sparked in Cain's gaze.

He surveyed his surroundings. The thunder tempest had raged to levels obscuring sight profoundly. None could discern him distinctly.

Seizing the opportunity, Cain adopted a seated pose amid the peaks and concentrated on the Power of Chaos. Via the bond, he infused Ancestor Power into the Blood Avatar.

Moments afterward, a pale spark materialized in the avatar's grasp. Upon contacting the pauldron, the emblem of the yin-yang sun

manifested upon it.

"Yes!" Cain exclaimed in his mind.

"The Power of Chaos unveils the fragments' positions."

The reason for the Power of Chaos's intense response to these artifacts stayed an enigma. While Cain yearned for clarity, he doubted it would arrive promptly. Presently, the revelation alone sufficed amply.

Sustaining the link, Cain kept directing the Power of Chaos via the Blood Avatar toward the fragment.

The instant he initiated that, fresh visions inundated his thoughts.

His sight hurtled over immense expanses, crossing the domain at breakneck pace—until halting at the Dark Blood Kingdom's heart.

To be exact, it displayed the spatial ring borne by the Dark Blood King.

"Should the power indicate the closest fragment," Cain pondered steadily,

"it follows that it would point to the one in the

capital."

His gaze sharpened a touch.

"I'll dispatch the Blood Avatar deeper south and attempt anew tomorrow."

As per his intent, the Blood Avatar ingested the pauldron and merged with the encircling sea. Then, surging at phenomenal velocity under the surface, it veered southward.

In the interim, atop the tempest-torn heights, Cain stood from his seated position and serenely finished surveying the sector—his demeanor utterly serene, revealing none of the precious gain he had freshly claimed.