The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2470 The plight of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe

Three armor fragments hovered before Cain.

In addition to the two pieces collected by his initial Blood Avatar, he now held nearly all the components required to shield his two arms completely. These metal segments drifted silently in mid-air, poised for assembly. "Should I obtain the piece in the Dark Blood King's possession, I would have all the elements of the Sacred Treasure that fell into the Dark Blood Realm."

A chilling, perilous gleam flickered in Cain's gaze as that notion surfaced. For a fleeting moment, the urge to seize it aggressively formed in his thoughts.

Yet almost immediately, he rejected the notion.

His power had undoubtedly increased—there was no question. Still, the crushing might of the Dark Blood King's Ancestor Domain lingered in his memory. Such a power remained beyond his current ability to confront, and acting rashly would invite disaster.

Wasting no further moments, Cain gathered the trio of fragments and stored them with utmost care. He ensured that every segment remained isolated from the others.

When the Sacred Treasure's fragments merged with their matching sections, their genuine might would burst forth. Cain refused to initiate any such merging while still within the Dark Blood Realm. The potential repercussions were entirely unknown to him.

The effect might remain understated... or explode so fiercely that all mighty entities across the realm would instantly detect the assembly of the fragments.

Such a hazard was unacceptable for him.

Confirming that no observers lurked nearby, Cain quietly made his way back

into the Dark Blood Kingdom, seamlessly reintegrating with his afterimage's location. The shift occurred without a hitch, making it seem to anyone watching that he had stayed put throughout.

The remaining hours of the night unfolded without disturbance.

As dawn broke anew, Cain soared upward to rendezvous with the Dark Blood King. Generals Fausto and Averus had arrived ahead,

their presences steady yet laden with suppressed might.

The Scarlet King gave a nod to the three. Right away, the quartet vanished toward the horizon in a blur.

Over an hour of rapid transit spanned enormous expanses, leading them to an enormous chasm. This fissure spanned the terrain as if the earth had been slashed open. Its profundity defied even the senses of an Alpha-Omega Overgod from piercing to the depths.

With no delay, the group plummeted downward akin to plummeting comets.

As they delved further, the air grew denser and more oppressive. At last, they arrived at the base—yet no firm surface greeted them.

Rather, a turbulent sea of disordered plasma roiled below.

Ferocious surges of power rolled without cease, unleashing bolts of electricity that ripped at the very fabric of space. The atmosphere quivered with chaos, while the principles governing existence appeared warped amid the radiant tempest.

Cain's gaze sharpened.

The spectacle before him marked the divide separating realms.

"This surpasses the Empyrean Barriers in potency," he mused. "And it outstrips the borders linking the Crimson World's domains in oddity. Moreover... this manifests during its vulnerable phase. In peak condition, nearing it would prove impossible for me."

The Dark Blood King drew in a profound breath and eyed his two generals. Seconds later, the three unleashed their complete strength.

A torrent of their essence and spiritual energy burst forth like a raging gale.

The combined presences of the three merged into a singular, raging stream of dominance that dove into the plasma ocean. The wild energies pushed back fiercely, yet the united prowess of these three supreme experts forged a route, compelling the barrier to part.

This endeavor demanded time and effort.

The fabric of existence warped. Dimensions fractured and mended. Bursts of annihilating force whipped outward in all directions.

Ultimately, however, a passageway emerged—a wormhole breaching the Paradise Realm Barrier. Its size was modest, sufficient only for one individual to traverse.

This had been by design.

Entering the Eternal Soul Realm demanded utmost discretion. Proceeding solo offered the greatest security. Actually, a further motive explained Cain's solitary dispatch.

Though the Royal Bloodline scorned sentimental ties, it cherished strength above all. The demise of top-tier fighters and a singular realm like the Ocean of the Blood Sun would represent a grave setback. Thus, Cain's promised homecoming was heavily encouraged.

Those ideas went unspoken.

Yet all grasped their implications.

Cain merely went with the flow.

As soon as the wormhole steadied, he rocketed ahead at maximum velocity

and dove inside.

Within the conduit, instability reigned, brimming with swirling powers capable of shredding lesser entities in an instant. Cain pushed his pace even harder, his vision keen and intent. Getting caught in a crumbling passage spelled dire peril—even for someone like him. Luckily, the wormhole endured.

Finally, illumination appeared in the distance.

And shortly after, he emerged on the other side.

Death.

Carnage.

Despair.

Brutality.

No terms captured the warzone with greater precision.

The emptiness quaked beneath the burden of devastation. Mangled corpses littered the expanse, floating as fragmented wreckage amid the void. Death's essence hung so densely it felt corporeal, thick enough to savor on the tongue.

Warriors of humanoid races clashed with relentless valor and savage resolve. Opposing them swarmed a terrifying, apparently inexhaustible legion of monstrosities—beings spawned from decay and rot, stripped entirely of dread.

In the battle's core loomed a figure bearing three amethyst orbs for eyes.

Eight stellar bodies orbited his brow like a divine tiara, every one throbbing with colossal might. The Void's purest essence amassed about his knuckles as he unleashed a strike that could obliterate whole planets.

But the assault found itself blocked.

An enormous battle-axe confronted the impact directly.

This armament embodied sheer fury and crushing material ruin. Upon the meeting of knuckle and blade, the surrounding area disintegrated. The continuum buckled beneath their clashing forces, spawning enormous voids—shadowy abysses in existence's weave.

The fighters proved to be Anark, the True Primordial of the Void, and Robuke, the Monster of the Root.

Anark clenched his jaw, his triple gaze igniting with icy resolve

while he thrust ahead with mounting vigor. Gradually, the axe started to retreat.

Sudden agony lanced through his torso.

For the briefest instant, his might wavered.

Robuke's orbs gleamed with feral joy. Coiling his form entirely, he channeled all his strength into the axe. The blade advanced powerfully, slicing past Anark's defenses to graze his wrist and brow, then flinging the Primordial far away.

This duel mirrored the broader conflict's turmoil.

In spite of their might and valor, the defenders of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe faced utter dismantling.

Against them, the Root's dominance crushed all in its path.