The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1777: Alliance

Cain returned her gaze with a warm, genuine smile—an expression of pure affection and appreciation for his partner. Yet even as the moment passed between them, his eyes sharpened once more, returning to the focus of a hunter with prey in sight.

He inhaled deeply, opening his mouth as he began to draw in all the destructive and chaotic energy that had flooded the Divine Kingdom during their cataclysmic battle. The vast storms of unstable Origin Power and violent force swirled toward him like rivers of cosmic fire, streaming into his body, reaching his stomach.

Once the destructive energy faded, the true state of the Divine Kingdom was revealed. While its size remained impressive—still nearing that of a Late Prima Deity’s domain—its condition was utterly ravaged. Cracks and canyons stretched in every direction, massive fissures splitting the landscape like scars, while parts of the space-time matrix lay broken, leaving zones of collapsing void where no mortal life could survive.

It was a kingdom on the brink of dissolution, a realm whose majesty had been torn asunder by the recent battle.

Cain did not need to look at the destruction to sense the state of his Divine Kingdom. It was an extension of himself—his soul, his body, his will. The kingdom’s agony resonated within him like a fractured limb, yet there was no fear in his eyes. He understood exactly what needed to be done.

All the raging energy he had inhaled, drawn from the shattered remnants of the battle, had gathered within his stomach, transformed into dense scarlet flames. With a single thought, Cain unleashed that energy, sending it surging back into the heart of the Divine Kingdom. But this time, the flames were not meant for destruction—they were for healing.

The flames of the Scarlet Throne, born from Cain’s True Name, possessed the power to regenerate and restore. Where they once tore apart, now they mended. They filled cracks, sealed canyons, and wove together the shattered fragments of the space-time matrix.

Though primarily a force of physical restoration, the flames also possessed the power to heal the soul—a necessity, as the Divine Kingdom was an extension of Cain’s own spirit, forged through Origin Power and bound by his True Name.

Yet, there were limits. No matter how much energy Cain funneled into the kingdom, the damage was too extensive, the wounds too deep. The flames worked tirelessly, but the task was monumental.

"Should we use it?" Meylin’s voice rang out beside him, calm yet heavy with meaning. In her hand, she held a radiant sphere of condensed Origin Power—Tiamat’s gift, intended to forge her Divine Kingdom.

Cain turned to her and smiled, shaking his head. He had another plan.

The next moment, his scarlet flames shifted, taking on a ravenous, consuming nature. They devoured the edges of the realm, eating away at the outer layers like a starving beast. At first, the watching Prima Deities and ArchDeities were confused—why would Cain destroy his own Divine Kingdom after working so hard to stabilize it? But the answer revealed itself soon enough.

The energy and power devoured by the flames did not dissipate; instead, it flowed inward, condensed and refined at the core of the Divine Kingdom. It was a trade—sacrifice the damaged edges to restore the heart.

The process continued for nearly half an hour, the flames consuming almost a fourth of the kingdom’s total size. By the end, Cain’s Divine Kingdom had shrunk significantly, falling to the absolute bottom of the Middle Prima Deity stage.

But what remained was flawless. The kingdom’s foundations were stable, its structure whole. Not a single crack or wound lingered. It was now a pristine, cohesive domain—ready to grow again given the proper fuel.

The kingdom’s appearance had also transformed. The angelic motifs and radiant, celestial statues that once filled the Sun Lord’s realm were gone, replaced by colossal, draconic, and demonic figures. They exuded an aura of destruction, consumption, and evolution, reflecting Cain’s true nature—an unstoppable force of change.

Cain’s smile widened as he gazed upon his Divine Kingdom. He could feel its energy flowing into his body and soul, nurturing his Soul Dimension’s Black Hole at an astonishing rate. Every breath strengthened him, every heartbeat resonated with cosmic power.

But there was no time to bask in triumph.

His eyes narrowed as two towering figures approached the periphery of his Divine Kingdom: Tiamat, the Dragon Empress, and the Lord of the Void. Their presence alone was enough to make space ripple and chaos shudder.

While a Divine Kingdom amplified a cultivator’s strength, allowing Cain to challenge and defeat multiple Peak Prima Deities, facing ArchDeities was an entirely different matter.

Cain knew his limits. He could, in theory, detonate his Divine Kingdom and unleash all its power in a suicidal assault, potentially harming an ArchDeity severely—but that was a last resort, not an option he would entertain lightly.

With a composed expression, Cain rose beyond the crystalline wall of his Divine Kingdom, standing tall and proud before the two powerhouses. He performed a small, respectful bow, his voice calm yet firm.

"Lady Tiamat. Lord of the Void."

The Lord of the Void’s expression darkened as he stared at Cain. He had half-expected the young man to remain hidden within the safety of his Divine Kingdom, especially after such a display of power. After all, Cain’s actions had drawn awe and envy alike.

What the Lord of the Void did not fully understand was that Cain was a Dreamwalker. If things went awry, Cain could simply leave the Crimson World entirely—retreat, regroup, and return stronger than ever to exact his vengeance.

For a few moments, silence reigned. Then, the Lord of the Void spoke, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Would you like to join my alliance?"

His words sent shockwaves through the chaos beyond the realm. Many had expected retribution for Cain’s audacity—after all, he had slain one of the Prima Deities under the Lord of the Void’s command and seized their Divine Kingdom. Instead, the ArchDeity extended an invitation of alliance.

Cain stared at the Lord of the Void for a long moment, then spoke, his voice laced with cold amusement.

"An ally like the Sun Lord?"

The meaning behind his words was clear—an ally who would abandon you the moment things got difficult, who would not lift a finger to help when you faced a superior foe. What was the value of such an ally?