The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2469 Mastering the Power of Karma

A complex look appeared on Cain's face while he grappled with the road ahead. Briefly, uncertainty twisted through his mind, murmuring about old enigmas and unresolved riddles. But that moment didn't endure.

Soon, the Scarlet King's gaze filled with icy resolve and unyielding will, and the uncertainty faded away like fog in sunlight.

"Home."

The lone word rang clearly in his thoughts. He understood precisely what action to take. No priority outweighed his kin and his followers.

All decisions, all desires, all might he chased boiled down to one goal—to get back to them and battle alongside them. The puzzles of the Ancestor Tomb could hold off. Its hidden truths wouldn't vanish, and any realities concealed in its core would remain after he secured his dear ones.

With his spirit calm and his determination solid, Cain continued his examination. Another inheritance from Aerion awaited—one potentially more precious than sheer force.

He concentrated on the foundations of the Royal Bloodline's Ancestor Power and soon grasped that its core centered on the Power of Karma.

This was a supremely advanced energy, in no way lesser than his own Quietus Power.

Karma meant the unseen ties linking everything—creatures and lifeless things alike. Through those karmic strands, Aerion had aided the Eternal Soul Kingdom in finding pieces of the Sacred Treasures. That's also how he had identified the piece inside Cain's own Blood Avatar.

However, Karma's uses went well past simple detection.

It allowed sensing threats before they appeared, detecting nearing foes, or even twisting the strands into tools—bonds that trapped, edges that sliced, or unseen shackles that held back. Such a broad and adaptable force proved ideal for enduring in a world where myriad powers hunted him.

Now, every bit of that insight and every rule behind it etched itself into Cain's mind.

Naturally, insight by itself wouldn't suffice. Grasping an Ancestor Power differed from owning it. It resembled clutching a guide without the device to run it. Ancestor Powers tied uniquely to their bearer; even absorbing another's soul or pulling their Ancestor Drops couldn't copy the power. This stood as an unchanging truth in Paradise from ages past.

But on this day, that truth trembled.

Cain drew in a steady breath and started guiding the rules of Aerion's Ancestor Power. Rather than drawing on the matching Ancestor Drop, he employed the Power of Chaos as the trigger.

Initially, no change occurred.

Moments ticked by quietly. Then, violet strands burst from his form, resembling filaments crafted from glow and darkness. They stretched out, instantly linking to three presences.

The Royal Guards got marked first. That fit—they had been shaped from his essence and life force. Their bond ran deep and unbreakable. Yet the strands kept going.

Further and further filaments unfurled from him, forking every which way. Some appeared robust and bright, showing strong ties. Others stayed so dim they scarcely showed, weak bonds from brief encounters or far-off links.

Suddenly, a searing ache struck his thoughts.

It seemed like myriad pins stabbed his awareness simultaneously. The pressure overwhelmed, forcing Cain to cut the current short. The violet strands disappeared, and he wobbled a bit as the rebound eased.

The skill demanded huge effort. He obviously required far more training to handle it smoothly.

Still, despite the hurt, Cain started chuckling.

"Hahahahaha!"

His tone carried waves of joy and triumph. The Power of Chaos let him glimpse the framework of the Power of Karma. At heart, both handled links, though Chaos operated at a much loftier plane of concept. By swapping Chaos for Aerion's Ancestor Drop, he had rebuilt the base of the man's Ancestor Power.

"I now possess two Ancestor Powers." Joy swelled in his chest, yet he kept control and recognized the

hurdles.

Unlike Null Eternum with its rule over the Quietus Force—which expanded swiftly by consuming Ancestor Drops—the Power of Karma would demand much harder work to command. Time, honing, and ceaseless drills would come before he matched Aerion's

prowess.

But that wasn't a barrier. It was a chance.

He wasn't limited by Aerion's limits. He could exceed them.

Cain swiftly curbed his thrill. His focus intensified again,

cool and probing.

"Apollo's Speed. The Path of the Asura. The Power of Karma."

Three distinct routes, each able to boost his power immensely. Mastering them all could let him face those with an Ancestor Domain.

He gave a nod and shut his eyes, pouring every leftover instant into cultivation. The gateway to the Eighth Realm neared, and upon stepping into the Eternal Soul Realm, he planned a real storm. His drive to elevate his Primordial Essence to the Late Alpha-Omega Overgod stage flared hot

inside.

Cultivation wasn't his sole pursuit, though.

While his real form stayed in the Dark Blood Kingdom, a fresh Blood Avatar roamed the domain covertly, gathering Sacred Treasure shards. Cain aimed to claim every fragment before

quitting the Dark Blood Realm.

As for the trouble this could bring the Dark Blood King and

others, he felt no concern.

Days flowed into weeks. Weeks melted into months. The time for the trip to the Soul Eternal Realm came nearly in an instant.

Cain lifted his eyes after months, and they gleamed with mighty force. The span had been brief, but the shifts in his form stood clear.

Tomorrow, departure awaited.

But first, one last duty remained.

His stare grew keen as he released the Power of Chaos and blended

it with the Flow. Right away, he sensed multiple strong auras shift toward him. Some impressed, but none touched King Tier.

With the Quietus Force, Cain planted a lingering illusion. To watchers, he seemed locked in profound reflection. Actually, he had already evaded the kingdom's watch.

He glided quietly amid the gloom until arriving at his Blood

Avatar.

The copy melted at once on touch, turning into flows of life energy and soul strength that surged back into Cain's frame. The merging felt soothing, like recovering a lost part of his being.

But what really stirred him were the shards the avatar had

gathered.