The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1755: Infinity Cosmic Rebirth

There were many things Cain could do with the vast reservoir of energy now coursing through his being.

One of the most straightforward paths would be to use the Origin Power sent by the World Will to elevate his Oniric Truth of Dominion or Blood, possibly pushing either to 100% completion. That alone would grant him extraordinary power, and make him a powerhouse the moment he rose to the Second Realm of the Crimson World.

However, a more profound, more transformative option lay before him—one that promised power not just in quantity, but in quality, evolution, and essence.

“Infinity Cosmic Rebirth.”

Those words echoed with haunting clarity inside Cain’s mind.

“Destruction of the old… for a rebirth vast enough to contain a universe.”

A monstrous will surged from his eyes, burning with unshakable determination. Cain took a deep breath, his chest expanding as he began channeling the vast ocean of Origin Power directly into his flesh and blood.

Those watching from a distance were struck by a mixture of awe and confusion as Cain’s transformation began. His body swelled, his muscles bulging grotesquely as the energy overloaded his cells. The sheer magnitude of power he was drawing in was too much for a body to endure, even one as powerful as his.

Then, under the shocked and horrified gazes of all present, Cain’s skin began to melt. His flesh decomposed into a thick, bloody mist.

Meylin’s eyes widened with dread, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment the women thought that Cain’s cultivation had suffered a backlash and his life was in danger. Just as the Depravita of Pride prepared to intervene, she noticed something odd—the mist wasn’t dispersing.

Instead, it hovered around Cain’s form, thickening rapidly, condensing until it formed a massive, pulsating cocoon of blood-red vapor. This was the beginning of the Infinity Cosmic Rebirth, the sacred and harrowing process through which a Neo-Demon ascended to the Third Realm.

The ritual was not simple. First, the Neo-Demon had to overload every cell with unimaginable amounts of energy. The quality and variety of cosmic forces used in this process played a crucial role in the transformation’s outcome. Among all known forces, Origin Power stood at the pinnacle in both quality and potential, making it the perfect catalyst for evolution.

Cain’s choice, though excruciating, was brilliant.

Right now, he was enduring agony beyond imagination. Every nerve in his body screamed as his skin melted away. But there was no time for hesitation, no room for mercy. The transformation had to continue.

The process didn’t stop at his skin. It consumed his muscles, dissolved his bones, and disintegrated his internal organs—heart, brain, and everything in between. What remained were only the essential cores: his Soul Dimension, Neo-Demon Core, and Doomsday Stars—the anchors of his existence.

More and more Origin Power surged into Cain’s dissolving form. The energy was relentless. What would normally take days extended into weeks, then months.

The process dragged on due to Cain’s prior advancement—he had performed this evolution after his Black Hole transition to the Third Realm, which had significantly enhanced his body’s resilience and vitality. The strength of his foundation demanded a slower, more thorough reconstruction, intensifying the pain.

It was a terrible price, but one Cain was more than willing to pay, since the more energy he channeled into his body, the stronger his new Neo-Demon Body would become.

Meylin remained stationed beside the red cocoon throughout the ordeal. Her gaze was sharp, her power radiating outward in all directions like a living fortress. Though no one had dared approach, vigilance was not a matter of paranoia—it was a necessity. She would allow nothing to interrupt Cain’s rebirth.

At last, the process reached a point of no return. Every single cell in Cain’s body was liquefied—his brain, heart, and nerves were gone. All that remained was a shimmering golden-red soup suspended within the cocoon. Embedded within it was a glowing purple core etched with runes, radiant stars of power, and an ethereal dimension of soul force.

Cain, now without a body or mind, could no longer control the process. Conscious thought was beyond him. His only task was to hold on. His willpower had to anchor his consciousness, to keep it from vanishing into the abyss. The rest was up to the True Doomsday Body housed within the Neo-Demon Core.

Then it happened.

The black humanoid figure residing in Cain’s core opened its eyes. The moment it did, a silent roar—devoid of sound but full of spiritual force—erupted within the cocoon, sweeping through the bloody mist like a divine command.

And so began the reconstruction.

From within the cocoon, a new form began to emerge. Those watching could only see a silhouette, but the shape was unmistakably humanoid—and immensely powerful.

First came the bones: each one radiant, exuding such density and might that they seemed capable of holding up mountains. Then the brain and nervous system took shape, refined to an extraordinary degree. Cain’s reaction speed would now surpass thought itself, and his spiritual defenses would repel even the most potent illusions.

Next came the internal organs. Every single one was reforged in layers of unique forces, granting them unmatched vitality and regenerative power. The heart could beat through a direct hit from a Prima Deity, and the lungs could absorb energy from pure void.

Muscles followed—fibers of divine steel, built for explosive, overwhelming power. Each contraction was like thunder incarnate; each movement, an act of devastation. A single punch from Cain now had the force to level continents.

Finally, the skin formed. Obsidian and flawless, it shimmered like a god-forged artifact. No blade, no spell, no cosmic storm could pierce it.

“THUMP.”

A heartbeat echoed through the realm.

Cain’s newly forged body was complete. The cocoon cracked, then shattered, releasing a blinding surge of energy that flooded into his heart. It pumped through his veins, saturating his body with a staggering, overwhelming force.

When the crimson mist dispersed, all who watched were left breathless.