The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2478 Time for the hunt

Cain couldn't dispel the persistent sensation that this degree of slaughter concealed a profound purpose.

The conflicts across the Realms appeared far too synchronized and expansive to result from random chance. The Fifth Realm bore down on the Sixth. The Sixth collided with the Seventh. The Seventh surged into the Eighth. And this turmoil had erupted well prior to the Ancestors' Tomb unveiling itself.

It seemed meticulously arranged.

Intentionally crafted.

Yet revelations wouldn't arrive without effort, and Cain wasn't the type to hesitate amid doubts. With a casual shrug, he pressed on, scrutinizing the details he'd pulled from Jasmir's thoughts.

'The Immortal Nirvana Kingdom is merely starting its preliminary infiltration stage,' he whispered to himself. 'Their spies lurk here to collect data-assess the Eternal Soul Kingdom's fortifications, chart its hierarchy of influence, and above all...'

His gaze turned keen.

'...pinpoint the shards of the Sacred Treasure.'

That represented the core aim.

A chilling gleam danced in his crimson eyes.

'Aerion's efforts have already secured most of the shards. Seven existed in all, and now six rest together in a single location.'

Such intelligence would have cost the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom a fortune to uncover.

Cain had seized it through one precise invocation of the Power of Chaos.

Regrettably, awareness of their position didn't guarantee reaching them.

'Shakra holds them.'

Vividly, Cain still remembered the dominating soul presence of that formidable entity who had strived to rescue Aerion.

'It adds up,' Cain whispered. 'No spot could be more secure than under the grasp of the Realm's mightiest entity.'

Regarding the last shard-the one Aerion had carried into the Dark Blood Realm-

'I possess that one.'

Cain's eyes wandered to his spatial ring.

A concept started to emerge.

Initially subtle-a vague prospect-yet as he viewed the circumstances from various perspectives, the scheme's shape solidified. A perilous scheme.

The cunning spark in his expression grew fiercer.

Should it succeed, he'd gain entry to more shards of the Sacred Treasure alongside a massive reserve of Ancestor Drops.

Cain never abandoned a strategy just for its hazards. In his view, peril and prospect intertwined. They spawned one another.

However, he grasped an equally vital truth:

Lacking adequate might and readiness, plunging into peril wasn't courage.

It was folly.

'I must become more powerful,' he uttered softly, his fists tightening.

He started evaluating his available resources.

Three routes promised swift advancement.

The Path of the Asura.

Apollo's Speed.

The Power of Karma.

Among them, Karma stood as the farthest along.

He could already employ it to briefly halt a Late Alpha-Omega Overgod's actions and warp their senses, concealing himself by tangling the karmic bonds linking them. Immense potential for growth remained, but the advancement was evident.

Following was Apollo's Speed.

Via unyielding toil, Cain had formed the initial Hollow Star. He'd applied untraditional approaches to achieve it-methods no traditional cultivator would dare-but he trusted in its promise.

It would outshine the rest.

It must.

For Cain planned not to enclose artifacts inside it.

He aimed to enclose Royal Blutlinie.

Living entities.

A Royal Blutlinie would yield vastly superior ignition force compared to any equivalent-ranked artifact. Naturally, confining a living Alpha-Omega Overgod within a Hollow Star would prove vastly harder.

Yet Cain had never recoiled from challenges.

'The sole element absent to kindle the first Radiant Star,' he murmured,

'is fuel.'

His attention moved to Jasmir's immobilized form.

She might act as fuel.

But Cain dismissed the notion with a shake of his head.

No.

For the initial kindling, he sought a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod.

'Thus, the subsequent kindling could be an individual at the Third Realm's boundary,' he pondered aloud. 'And the ultimate one...' A surge of excitement lit his eyes as his mind raced ahead, though he reined it in to focus now.

The Path of the Asura remained.

Of the trio, it served as both his supreme armament-and his supreme peril.

Owing to his profound grasp of the Asura Form and its adaptations with the Primordial Body's World Strength and the Neo-Demon Body's Astral Black Holes, he'd gained the capacity to provoke a Fourth Realm transformation.

The issue lay not in triggering it.

It lay in enduring it.

Despite his superior combat prowess, Cain remained merely an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod. His core was exceptional-sustained in an eternal Third Realm Asura Form-yet even that fell short against the devastating force of a Fourth Realm emergence. 'I wield a splendid blade,' Cain grumbled with a slight scowl, 'yet my limbs lack the vigor to wield it.'

The irritation lasted briefly.

He already recognized the remedy.

'Hunting season has arrived.'

A gradual grin stretched over his features.

'Via the pursuit, I'll hone the Power of Karma. I'll secure a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod to spark my debut Radiant Star. And using the Ancestor Drops from my slain foes, I'll bolster my cultivation-intensify my core's resilience-and edge nearer to invoking the Fourth Realm Asura Form without perishing.'

All elements converged.

His course lay evident.

Cain shifted his focus to Jasmir.

With no delay, he thrust his hand into her torso and tore free

her heart. Crimson blazes burst forth at once, swallowing the vital organ. The tissue dissolved, the blood vaporized, and just one radiant droplet lingered hovering over his hand.

An Ancestor Drop.

But Cain pressed further.

He amplified the blazes, purifying the drop more intensely-scorching out every hint of taint, every vestige of volatility, until perfection gleamed.

Only upon approval did he apply the refined Ancestor Drop to his torso.

It permeated him, fusing with the Ideal Ancestor Drop lodged in his core.

Cain drew a deep breath.

Might coursed along his vessels.

His grin broadened as he sensed the faint but certain surge in his power.

Then, he parted his lips and absorbed the leftover essence and force from Jasmir's remains, devouring it completely.

Quietness settled once more in the lake's depths.

Cain directed his sight to the distance. His subsequent quarry was already chosen.