The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1771: The chaos beyond the realm

Tiamat stood waiting outside the dungeon with a calm and collected expression, her gaze focused and serene. However, when Cain suddenly appeared before her, a flash of surprise briefly illuminated her eyes. She quickly suppressed this reaction, yet it was impossible not to notice the immense surge of vitality and physical strength radiating from Cain’s form. While she had been aware of his unique devouring talent, observing such rapid growth in such a short period was nothing short of astonishing.

"It’s been less than an hour, yet his physical strength has more than doubled," she silently observed. A spark of deep interest momentarily flickered through the Dragon Empress’s gaze, but it swiftly gave way to a composed seriousness as she once more focused on the young Neo-Demon before her.

"What is your next move?" Tiamat asked plainly, her voice calm but carrying a clear hint of significance.

Logically, Cain’s next step would be to forge his Divine Kingdom, the critical foundation of the Crimson World’s cultivation system. However, Tiamat had agreed to provide only enough Origin Power for a single Divine Kingdom. Hence, she wished to know precisely what Cain intended to do next, given this crucial limitation.

Cain smiled lightly, the Power of Order subtly glowing through his eyes. This profound power concealed his true intentions so deeply that even Tiamat, an ancient ArchDeity, found herself unable to discern his inner thoughts.

"I intend to finish the battle I started in the First Realm," Cain said casually, as if discussing a trivial matter.

A sharp gleam of realization flashed in Tiamat’s eyes as she instantly understood precisely which conflict Cain was referring to. She remained silent for a moment, her gaze thoughtful, before finally nodding gently.

"You must carve out a suitable territory amidst the chaos beyond the realm to establish your Divine Kingdom, so I suppose this plan of yours is like killing two birds with one stone," she acknowledged, her voice calm but subtly impressed by Cain’s strategic insight.

Suddenly, the aura around Tiamat surged, filling the skies with a fierce, overwhelming presence. It was an unmistakable declaration of her immense power.

"As part of our agreement, I will grant you my full protection and support during this period, ensuring no other powerhouses dare to intervene," she continued, her eyes sharp and cold as steel. "However, I will not directly engage. An ArchDeity openly attacking a Prime Deity’s Divine Kingdom would break numerous treaties and cause unnecessary complications. You must rely entirely on your own power to defeat him, which will not be easy if he chooses to remain inside his Divine Kingdom."

Cain’s expression turned confidently defiant, a smile of supreme certainty spreading across his face as he met Tiamat’s eyes without hesitation.

"As long as Your Highness keeps any potential interference at bay, I can handle everything else," he declared boldly, without a shred of doubt in his voice. "Besides, I already have all the help I need."

Cain glanced toward a residence in the distance, where a figure was rapidly emerging—a young woman whose aura was so powerful it seemed capable of eclipsing even the sun. Her psychic energy radiated outward in majestic waves so profound that merely perceiving it could incapacitate cultivators beneath the Third Realm.

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The Second Realm was indescribably vast. Without specialized teleportation formations, even ArchDeities would require decades to journey from one edge of this immense plane to the other. Yet, this immense landmass still did not represent the limit of the Crimson World.

Beyond the borders of each realm lay a turbulent ocean of chaotic, raw energy, a wild expanse devoid of the Crimson World Matrix’s stabilizing effects. In this chaotic sea, the fundamental order governing Oniric Truths dissolved into utter disorder.

Yet, despite its instability and peril, the chaos beyond the realm was thriving with life. Scattered throughout were numerous golden kingdoms, Divine Kingdoms crafted by mighty Prime Deities.

Achieving the Third Realm was extraordinarily challenging, yet once accomplished, these powerful beings enjoyed lifespans measured in the tens of millions of years. Thus, the presence of hundreds of Divine Kingdoms within the chaotic void was hardly surprising.

These Divine Kingdoms varied significantly in size and strength. Some, colossal and brilliant, overshadowed and dwarfed all others nearby. These belonged to ArchDeities whose strength was immense, yet still insufficient to establish their kingdoms permanently on the mainland of the Second Realm and ascend them into the status of Eternal Kingdoms.

Each of these ArchDeity kingdoms was typically surrounded by a myriad of smaller Prime Deity kingdoms, orbiting like satellites around a mighty star.

Currently, within one cluster of these Divine Kingdoms floated a significantly weakened kingdom. Its golden glow, once dazzling and vibrant, had diminished greatly, barely noticeable amidst its powerful neighbors.

There had been a time, just a few decades ago, when this Divine Kingdom stood proudly at the very pinnacle of the Prime Deity rank, and even harbored a faint chance to surpass its limits. But then, inexplicably, disaster had struck, nearly reducing it to ruins overnight.

Using the accumulated wealth from countless ages, the ruler of this struggling kingdom had managed to purchase significant amounts of Origin Power, narrowly preventing total collapse. Yet, even this desperate measure had barely stabilized the kingdom, and it now lingered far beneath its former glory.

Within this Divine Kingdom, golden palaces, temples, and towers rotated majestically around a central, radiant sun. Countless living beings inhabited its cities and streets, moving with apparent freedom and individuality. However, upon closer inspection, a profound similarity became apparent. Despite their outward individuality, the souls of these inhabitants radiated nearly identical energies—as if they were all merely manifestations of a single being’s will.

At the kingdom’s core stood a colossal golden castle, above which floated a brilliant, incandescent sun. Inside this castle dwelled a single entity, majestic and imposing beyond compare.

This figure exuded an aura of divine authority, his tall, muscular humanoid form clad in immaculate white and gold armor. Intricate, flowing celestial patterns adorned his armor, resembling sacred markings infused with immense power. His head was elongated and completely featureless, yet crowned by a magnificent golden halo, signifying his inherently holy and commanding nature.

Most striking, however, were the immense wings sprouting from his back. Each wing comprised countless pristine white feathers, each adorned with a multitude of luminous golden eyes. These eyes held an eerie, intelligent awareness, as if they could pierce through dimensions and realms, observing everything simultaneously.