The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2480 Limit Third Realm Speed

A thunderous blast reverberated through the mountain chain, with enough force to shake the whole area. Mountains split open, rocks tumbled down in cascades, and the raging storm of lightning twisted briefly amid the fierce outburst.

However, nobody caught the sound.

The storm's fury was overwhelming. The ceaseless thunder of bolts swallowed the noise before it could spread past the peaks. The event itself was consumed by disorder, masked merely as yet another savage twist of the wild.

In the core of the mountain chain, inside a fresh pit of glowing rock and broken debris, the Scarlet King loomed over Zator. The reclusive Royal Blutlinie's expression remained calm and tranquil, almost as if he were lost in intense cultivation. This formed a sharp opposition to the blade that had stabbed right through his head, overwhelming his mind, spirit, and form with the oppressive calm of the Quietus Force.

Cain's gaze stayed icy and calculated as he verified the outcome. Zator wasn't deceased.

He lay in a profound unconscious state—his awareness held down, his essence frozen, his vitality halted in an eerie quiet.

Only after that did Cain ease up.

Right away, fatigue crashed over him.

Even though the fight concluded the moment it started, it had driven him to his utmost edge. Each element of the attack—moment, hiding, restraint, fate alteration, time speedup—demanded perfect precision. No mistakes could be tolerated.

Still, the feat he pulled off was incredible.

Paradise might twist strength levels and foster an illusion of normalcy, but Cain's accomplishment stood out as genuinely remarkable. He had just

disabled a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod with one strike.

Robuke, known as the Monster of the Root, had shown comparable power in their previous clash. Naturally, Robuke's form was exceptional, and his abilities were one-of-a-kind. Yet, he wasn't vastly superior to Zator.

"If I faced him right now," Cain whispered gently, "I could crush him under my feet."

A glint of ruthless ferocity flashed in his eyes.

The World of the Root ranked among the Existential Threats endangering the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. It once stood as a colossal power.

Today?

He had become mighty enough to shatter it.

Of course, Cain refused to let that insight blur his clear thinking.

He remained confined in Paradise. And although he could navigate the Flow using his Primordial Essence, he hadn't found a method to travel it with his corporeal form yet.

"I've greatly improved my domain and mastery over the Flow," he pondered, giving his head a light shake, "but there is still a long, long way to go."

Each time he hit what seemed like the top of

understanding, a taller peak loomed further ahead.

"The next level of mastery should allow me to move with my body," he considered. "But I'm still far from that tier."

Nevertheless, he couldn't hold back a quick spark of eagerness.

Should he reach that stage, he could start merging his forms.

The form from the Crimson World.

The one from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.

The one shaped inside Paradise.

By blending them into one being, he would surpass his present boundaries completely. His capabilities could soar to challenge supreme figures like the Samsara Lord—or the Eternal of Freedom, the entity who obliterated the Ancestor of the Root with a lone strike.

The idea hung in his mind for several moments, lightening the tension built up from the killing strike.

Then Cain sharpened his focus.

This wasn't the moment for daydreams.

He invoked the Power of Karma and Null Eternum, crafting a short-term duplicate of Zator in the mountain chain. The figure would stay positioned on the main summit, emitting subtle waves of intense cultivation.

It wasn't flawless. If anyone engaged it directly, the mirage would shatter. But Zator was famous for his long stretches of solitude. Provided no top official had cause to check on him in person, the ruse would endure.

And Cain had made sure no such cause existed.

Content, he pulled the Blade of the End of Time free from Zator's head. The injury closed up beneath veils of restrained force, safeguarding the

form.

Afterward, he disappeared.

He reappeared at the lake charged with the Omen of Time's might.

Far below its waters, employing his spirit, the Power of Karma, the Power of Chaos, and the Flow to secure total seclusion, Cain

at last let out a even breath.

He seized Zator's form.

Despite the man's mind being run through, Cain had aimed carefully.

From the start, he had unleashed the Eternum Flame in a measured way, curbing bodily harm and stopping the

spirit from falling apart.

With adequate treatment, a Royal Blutlinie at the Eternal Soul Realm could mend from such injury.

But that wouldn't occur.

Cain's stare intensified.

His core started to shine with a dull light as the Hollow Star inside

it turned gradually. An immense lineage force spread out. The Hollow Star had been created from the core of Cain's Perfect Ancestor Drop—it was a product of supreme clarity and

promise.

And that formed just the base.

Shortly, crimson and golden forces rushed forth from deep within.

Cain's Ancestor Power excelled in sheer force and clarity, yet the crimson Power of Chaos and the golden core of the Flow didn't lag.

If possible, they operated at a superior plane.

The Power of Chaos and the Flow wove together around the Ancestor

Power, creating a crimson and golden yin-yang design. Inside it, a pale flow spun without end—an unending loop of persistence.

This marked a Hollow Star exclusive to the Scarlet King.

A whirlpool emerged at its heart.

It gripped Zator's form.

And within one instant—

Devoured him.

Cain swiftly took up a cultivation pose. His stance held firm, his breaths measured, his gaze keen like edges.

Time passed quickly.

The Hollow Star shook fiercely.

The strain it faced proved immense.

Even unconscious, Zator's spirit and vitality naturally fought back. The

inherent strength of a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod was terrifying. That mere reflexive pushback would demolish any standard Hollow Star.

But Cain's differed.

The elements of Chaos, Ancestor Power, and Flow weren't simply blended. Cain had applied his insight into Neo-Demons' Astral Black Holes to shape them into a far more complex creation—a device built expressly to contain and bind entities of vast might. Even then, victory wasn't assured.

The Hollow Star quaked harder as Zator's core battled inside the bind. Lines of warping cracked across its internal framework, faint fissures risking a total break. Golden, crimson, and pale forces clashed in furious loops while Cain bolstered the hold with all his command. Defeat loomed as a genuine threat. Should the Hollow Star break, the rebound wouldn't just harm him—it might ruin his path, demanding years to mend. Such a cost lay beyond his means.

Stronger pulses poured from the Hollow Star as the

Royal Bloodline's form and spirit rejected becoming the flame to light the star. The whole lake quivered, surges of force rippling through the region, overwhelming it with ruin and decay.

Just the barrier set by the Scarlet King scarcely held the chaos in check.

Cain ignored the wishes or drives of his quarry. He had ensnared Zator, and his fate stood fixed.

His eyes lit up as the Power of Chaos and the strength of the Flow

poured into the Hollow Star, boosting every part of the build. They quelled Zator's spirit even as they forced upon it images of a world without self—where defiance

held no purpose. Moment by moment, the Royal Bloodline sank further into the Hollow Star, and the form steadied more.

Until at last—

"BOOOOOOOOOMMMM!"

A blast burst within Cain's core.

His whole frame shook, and blood seeped from every opening on his

face. Still, a broad, crimson grin stretched over his mouth.

He had triumphed.

As Cain peered inside, the sight left him breathless. In his

core burned a grand golden orb, emitting a blaze so vivid it neared dazzling. He had finished the First Level of Apollo's Speed.

Pausing briefly to settle his core and steady his strength, Cain lifted off the ground. Once he confirmed all ripples were hidden, he tried his pace.

His frame darted from spot to spot, streaking like a gleaming comet.

At once, Cain's eyes grew wide, and the grin on his face widened further as he grasped his pace had surged past predictions. Due to his earlier method, his swiftness had already hit the Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod mark. The First Level of Apollo's Speed ought to provide that identical boost—suggesting no big gain.

Yet Cain had picked a wildly unusual route. By employing a living and vastly potent Royal Blutlinie as source,

he had broken the assumed cap of the First Level of Apollo's

Speed. Now he traveled at a swiftness equaling the Limit Alpha-Omega Overgod.

"Hahahaha! Just like they say-great risk, great reward!" the Scarlet King yelled in thrill.

And the gains were hardly done.

His eyes shone again as he drew in a deep lungful and spoke two terms:

"Apollo Burst."

In a flash, the shining orb in his core spun quicker. His

skin and blood took on a dazzling sheen, as though his whole being had been crafted from alive flame. The following moment, he launched ahead with superior velocity.

He could span vast lands in an instant.

"Amazing!"