The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1752: New Prima Deity of the Crimson World

Cain’s face broke into a broad, triumphant smile as he watched the enormous pillar of Origin Power envelop Meylin. Her pillar was noticeably larger than the ones surrounding the other bearers of the Mark of Abaddon.

It made sense—the Depravita of Pride had been the spiritual leader of the Scarlet Crusade, the strongest of their warriors, and the one who had faced the most perilous battles, putting her life in the line over and over again. Her reward was befitting her immense contributions.

However, before Cain could contemplate the reward of her wife further, his gaze instinctively shifted downward, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation as a truly colossal pillar of golden energy surged forth.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!”

The eruption of Origin Power that rose from the core of the newly formed supercontinent dwarfed all others. This pillar was simply outrageous—twice the size of Meylin’s!

While Cain himself had not directly participated in every battle of the Scarlet Crusade, his presence had always been felt. It was his name the dragons and saintesses chanted as they marched across each continent, and it was his boundless energy that had fueled their strongest warriors, providing them an inexhaustible power source.

He was the one who subdued the vampires and werewolves of the eighth continent and secured the allegiance of the Buddhist monks from the ninth. As far as the World Will was concerned, Cain was the pivotal existence, the catalyst through whom the entire unification had become possible.

At that instant, Cain felt a wave of absolute exhilaration and profound satisfaction coursing through every fiber of his being. The sheer magnitude and purity of this Origin Power was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. He could barely contain his excitement as the immense energy permeated his soul, invigorating him down to his very core.

“This power surpasses by leaps and bounds the Origin Power I obtained from the Gu World,” Cain marveled inwardly, astonished by its purity and boundless potential. “It’s so incredibly pure and vibrant. With enough of it, I feel like I could forge entire worlds from nothing!”

Yet, despite his excitement, Cain refused to lose focus. This opportunity was exceedingly rare, a gift from the universe itself, and he intended to fully capitalize on it. Taking a deep breath, he began guiding the Origin Power carefully and deliberately into his Black Hole, using it to advance his comprehension and assimilation of the Oniric Truth of Gluttony.

Before, merely advancing by one percent felt like a monumental challenge, an effort that might span decades or even centuries. Now, under the nourishment of the overflowing Origin Power, achieving the next breakthrough to 51% took him less than a minute.

An ecstatic smile spread across Cain’s face as he intensified his efforts, channeling all available Origin Power into his Black Hole, driving his comprehension of the Oniric Truth higher with each passing moment. Every increment brought with it greater strength, increasing his soul force dramatically and generating a positive feedback loop that nourished even his True Name.

Cain’s True Name, Reaper Vorax Imperator, had already reached the Third Realm, yet the further assimilation of Gluttony’s Oniric Truth above the 50% threshold allowed it to evolve even further. Each word of his True Name began radiating an increasingly profound aura, glowing vibrantly with newfound depth and power.

Within fifteen minutes, Cain’s comprehension surged to 60%. But as the assimilation grew deeper, each percentage became exponentially more challenging. The effort required to push his comprehension higher intensified dramatically, revealing precisely why most Prima Deities preferred mastering multiple Oniric Truths at the 50% mark rather than progressing any single one beyond it.

Fortunately for Cain, the quantity of Origin Power at his disposal was truly vast—more than sufficient for him to continue. Unwavering, he maintained his intense focus, pouring the boundless energy into his Black Hole.

Reaching 60% had required roughly fifteen minutes; however, the climb from 60% to 70% took five full days of unwavering concentration. By this time, the Origin Power feeding into the other cultivators across the continent had ceased, leaving only Cain and the bearers of the Mark of Abaddon receiving energy. The rest of the world watched in silent awe and admiration, their eyes fixed upon the towering golden pillars.

Days transitioned into weeks, and finally, after nearly a month, Cain’s assimilation of the Oniric Truth of Gluttony reached an astonishing 80%. By this point, most of the remaining pillars of energy had diminished entirely, leaving only four standing: those of Cain, Meylin, Bahamut, and Lady Alume.

As the second month progressed, the pillar flowing into Lady Alume gradually faded. The Leader of the Saintesses opened her eyes slowly, a complex expression flickering across her face.

“So close,” she murmured, a trace of frustration briefly appearing in her gaze. She had nearly achieved her goal, but without the continued infusion of Origin Power, her path forward had become infinitely harder. Nevertheless, disappointment quickly gave way to determination and hope.

Even without further assistance, the path to the Third Realm was open to her. It might take hundreds or even thousands of years, but she still had plenty of lifespan remaining. With that comforting realization, a gentle smile appeared on Lady Alume’s lips, accepting her current limits with grace.

That same day, as evening approached, the flow of Origin Power into Grand Elder Bahamut also began to weaken and fade. Unlike Lady Alume, however, Bahamut’s reaction was vastly different—his expression was one of uncontainable excitement, his dragon eyes blazing with fiery anticipation.

And just as the very last strand of Origin Power dissipated…

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!”

An immense explosion erupted from Bahamut’s form, releasing a powerful shockwave that resonated across the entire continent. The surrounding cultivators stared in astonishment as Bahamut’s aura soared dramatically. His Black Hole expanded, surging forward and evolving to an entirely new level of existence.

With overwhelming elation, Bahamut threw his head back and roared, the thunderous cry echoing proudly through the heavens.

He had done it.

He had stepped beyond the Soul Realm and ascended successfully.

Bahamut had become a true Prima Deity!