The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2471 Returning to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe (1)
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
Almost immediately, Anark seized back command over his form.
Energy from the Samsara Immortal Body coursed intensely within him, sealing the gashes on his arm in an instant as tissue mended rapidly thanks to the Samsara Runic Set. However, no matter its extraordinary healing prowess, the runic set proved powerless against the damage in his torso.
That gash persisted.
A persistent energy scorched within it, defying any mending while steadily sapping his vitality and interfering with his energy circulation. This exact affliction prevented the True Primordial of the Void from defeating the Monster of the Root.
Intense anger and irritation boiled in Anark's core as he raised his eyes to the combat zone.
In recent years, the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had expanded enormously. Fresh Alpha-Omega Overgods had emerged. Runic War Avatars had been refined and unleashed in vast quantities. Their teamwork, order, and total might had soared to levels once beyond imagination.
Nevertheless... it remained insufficient.
The Root's army proved utterly dominant.
As memories returned to the pivotal instant when all shifted—the instant the Universe Will went quiet—Anark tightened his grip into fists.
To this day, the cause eluded him. In some manner, the rulers of the World of the Root had compelled the Universe Will into slumber, casting it into a state resembling deep unconsciousness. Through this deed alone, a key edge of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe vanished completely.
Lacking the Universe Will, no barrier restrained the might of figures such as Robuke or the Root's elite beings as they traversed the emptiness.
Even more dire, fighters of the Six Sacred Races gained no Origin Power from vanquishing foes anymore. Corpses of the attackers merely floated aimlessly in the cosmos, devoid of value or activity.
Wartime laws transformed in a single night.
The alteration struck so abruptly and thoroughly that Anark alongside fellow commanders found themselves wholly unprepared. As the Monster of the Root and the Warlock of the Root initiated their void invasion, the Alliance stood in total disarray.
Catastrophe ensued.
An Empyrean World crumbled!
The Root suffered losses too—Anark delivered a devastating strike to the Warlock—yet she retaliated fiercely, inflicting the searing chest wound that endured. Not even the Samsara Immortal Body could remove it.
Merely years following that calamity, the Root launched its subsequent offensive.
On this occasion, they aimed at the Everstrife Empyrean World.
Birthplace of the Scarlet Kingdom.
Territory of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe's revered guide—the Scarlet King.
Despite prolonged disappearance, reverence and loyalty to the Scarlet King persisted undimmed. This held true not just for Scarlet Kingdom fighters, but throughout the whole Alliance.
The Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance drew resilience against the Root's terrors via the Scarlet Stars and Scarlet Throne. Absent that heritage, defeat would have come ages prior.
This drove their all-out battle.
His homeland must not succumb.
Still, for all their fierce will... defeat loomed.
"Hahaha! You think you've got the luxury to space out?"
Robuke's taunting tone resounded across the emptiness while he surged ahead. His enormous axe sliced through the fabric of space as he aimed for
the fatal strike.
A fierce bellow escaped Anark.
Purple energy burst from his frame akin to a stellar explosion, propelling him onward like a fiery comet.
Foolishness eluded him. Victory lay beyond reach—in his present state.
Yet should downfall come... it would follow the exhaustion of his every essence of existence and spirit.
His trio of purple gazes ignited with unyielding determination.
"Death awaits me... yet I'll drag the Monster of the Root down too.
Should that succeed, another shall emerge. One mighty enough to shatter this torment."
Embracing mortality, his presence honed itself. His strength purified, intensified, solidified utterly.
This clash marked his finale.
Yet precisely as punch and blade neared impact—
The emptiness quivered.
Beyond merely the warzone.
The whole cosmos quaked.
Such abrupt and immense transformation paused the strife throughout the void momentarily. Combatants of each faction
stilled, glancing about on instinct to grasp the occurrence.
Anark and Robuke shared the reaction.
Bewilderment flickered in their stares.
Soon morphing to astonishment.
A Primordial Essence of inconceivable potency abruptly appeared inside the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.
Its expanse was immense—immense enough to transcend all sensory bounds. In a fleeting second, it seemed a supremely grand entity had arrived, surpassing realms.
Suddenly, the colossal aura contracted.
It diminished... and diminished... condensing into a tiny golden orb.
Rotation commenced for the orb.
Accelerating relentlessly.
Dimensions of space and time warped nearby, yielding to its rotational might.
Yet this merely heralded the start.
A horrifying suction power arose from the orb.
Energy evaded its grasp.
Blood essence remained untouched.
Rather, it started attracting feelings.
Every ounce of animosity, hopelessness, terror, fury, sorrow, and insanity saturating the warzone drew inexorably to it. Considering the vast slaughter unfolding, the volume of adverse sentiments proved staggering. All observed as shadowy torrents funneled into the golden orb, thickening and weighing more heavily moment by moment. The density hit thresholds that stunned even Alpha-Omega Overgods.
It resembled beholding the genesis of a demonic abomination—a being forged from the profoundest shadows of sentiment.
However...
The emanating presence avoided frenzied disorder.
It stayed mastered.
Commanding.
A force transcending the shadows instead of succumbing to them.
Ere any faction could respond, the amassed mental energy hit its peak.
Detonation followed.
A muted blast surged through the emptiness, dispatching surges of might every which way. The void convulsed as the force expanded, compelling fighters from each side to anchor their footing.
As radiance at last dimmed, a silhouette occupied the eruption's heart.
A youthful female.
Her allure stunned the senses.
Dark tresses cascaded like a stellar midnight expanse, while golden irises gleamed with arrogance, serenity, and supreme command.