The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1905: Prima Deity’s battlefield

The entire continent began to tremble as the two armies collided. Every single Divine Cultivator and Prima Deity unleashed the full extent of their power, holding nothing back. This was not a battle where surrender or diplomacy would play any role—this was a war of absolute annihilation. One side would perish, and the other would survive.

At the heart of the battlefield, three streaks of chaotic light tore through the sky, which glowed ominously from the activation of the continental formation. In less than ten seconds, the combatants had already clashed over a hundred times, demonstrating speeds and momentum so overwhelming that even the space around them seemed to distort.

The Sky Sovereign radiated with terrifying might, his body a nexus of raw power. In one hand, he gripped a nightmare-black sword, humming with otherworldly resonance; in the other, a staff engraved with ancient runes, glowing with the might to invoke nightmares into reality. Against him surged two of the Archdeity Triumviratum’s strongest champions, their most fearsome Prima Deities.

The first was Vorgas, a behemoth from the Abyssal Clan. He stood like a living monolith, his gargantuan body rippling with muscle and lined with veins of molten, star-forged energy. His skin was charcoal-black, crackling with white-hot currents of destructive force. In his massive hands, he wielded a colossal greatsword, nearly the length of his own body, that radiated searing heat with every swing. Each strike sent ripples of volcanic fury through the air, vaporizing all within its path.

But sheer size and strength were not all he possessed. Vorgas’ Star Power allowed for sub-atomic excitation—every particle within him vibrating toward relativistic speeds. In battle, this transformed his bullish frame into a meteor of living fire, a force of devastation that few could withstand.

Behind him stood Sivara of the Hell Clan. In contrast to Vorgas’ brutish form, she was elegant and razor-sharp, her lithe figure clad in dark armor fringed with crystalline frost. She danced between movements with fluid grace, conjuring sigils of glacial power. These runes spun into wheels that wove the Law of Ice into the very fabric of the battlefield. With them, she could freeze energy, matter, even the concept of motion itself.

The two Prima Deities moved with frightening coordination—Vorgas, a blazing comet of destruction at the vanguard, clearing a path with sheer force, while Sivara orchestrated the battlefield from behind, casting storms of absolute zero.

With a thunderous roar, Vorgas ignited his blade into a pillar of flame and brought it down toward the Sky Sovereign’s chest with crushing might. But the Sovereign did not flinch. His eyes were cold, calculating. With a swift motion, he raised his sword, parrying the inferno-laced weapon. Yet he didn’t just deflect the blade—he redirected the torrent of flames toward the oncoming frost spells.

"BOOOOOOM!"

Steam exploded in a deafening hiss as fire clashed against ice. The sky lit with white light, obscuring the battlefield.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

But only for a moment.

A voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the fog of war.

"Starlit Nightmare Cleave!"

The steam was blown away by a wave of nightmare-born energy as the Sovereign’s sword and staff fused into a massive halberd. With a hybrid slash, he tore through Vorgas’ breastplate, carving a dark, pulsating wound across the titan’s chest. Nightmare energy laced the gash, threads of soul-essence reaching into the wound like living shadows, attempting to drag Vorgas’s mind into the Nightmare Realm.

This was the Sovereign’s trump card.

After his resurrection, he had chosen to abandon his old paths and instead committed to mastering the cultivation of the Nightmare Realm. It was a bold decision, one that required a lot of will. But now, his dominion over those techniques rivaled even the Gu Sect Master, one of the few who had reached the Archdeity Rank. If he could plunge Vorgas’s consciousness into the Nightmare Realm, it would remove one of the enemy’s most dangerous pieces from the board—and turn the tide of morale in their favor.

But Vorgas was no easy prey.

His eyes blazed with unwavering willpower as he activated his Star Power again, sending tremors through his soul. A pulse of radiant energy severed the tendrils of nightmare essence trying to infiltrate his mind.

The Sovereign frowned, recognizing the strength of his opponent. But before he could strike again, Sivara’s power erupted.

A constellation of freezing runes manifested around the Sovereign’s legs, locking down the battlefield’s very rules. Friction itself froze. The air turned crystalline. A diamond prison began to materialize around him.

Acting without hesitation, the Sovereign reversed the halberd in his grip and slammed the butt-end into the sigils beneath his feet, shattering them with a burst of violet sparks. But the spell wasn’t so easily broken. The particles of the runes reformed mid-air, drawn back toward him, attempting to ensnare him once more.

In response, the halberd unleashed a swarm of nightmare entities. They slithered through the air like wraiths, devouring the frost-runes before they could entrap him again.

In that same instant, he twisted and struck, slamming the halberd’s blade into Vorgas’s body before the giant could lift his sword for a counterattack. Awe and terror filled the eyes of those watching—the Sky Sovereign was not just holding his own against two Peak Prima Deities, he was dominating them.

But the Sovereign did not care for praise or fear. His focus was absolute. As his energy surged anew, he launched himself toward Sivara, the halberd roaring with nightmarish energy.

Not far from this titanic clash, another battle raged with desperate intensity.

Alucard, the old master of the Eclipse School, fought against two Peak Prima Deities as well. But unlike the Sky Sovereign, Alucard was on the back foot. Wounds bled freely across his body, new ones forming almost as fast as he healed the old.

His first opponent was a warrior from the Legio Eldritch race, whose battle style was as shocking as it was brutal. Each punch he threw seemed to carry the weight of the heavens, shaking space around it. His comrade, also of the Atrox Immortus lineage, wielded a vastly different style—his movements were a blur of acceleration, each step compounding his speed. That kinetic energy funneled into his blade, making every strike capable of cleaving mountains.

Despite this deadly opposition, Alucard’s battle spirit never wavered. Not even for a nanosecond. He drained the heat from the air around him, turning it into power, and unleashed martial techniques that belonged to a realm far beyond conventional comprehension.

He was not alone in this struggle.

Elsewhere on the continent, other legends burned with power and resolve. Pation, Karter, Lancer, Gabriel, Zero Mint, Tenert, and Lucrezia unleashed their full strength. The energy and vitality granted to them by the Everlife Continental Formation surged through their veins like divine fire.

Together, the nine of them stood against twenty-one enemy Prima Deities, each hailing from Omega Lord-Tier Heavens.

And they held the line.

For every clash, every echo of thunder, every shattered mountain and ripped sky, they gave their all—not just for survival, but for victory.