The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1928: Success in the Trial of Destiny

"Did he know I don’t possess the real Samsara Arsenal?"

That was the first thought that crossed Cain’s mind, but what followed from the Samsara Lord was something else entirely.

"You are not of my race, and yet I sense the aura of the Neo-Demon Race in your ego and spirit."

Cain was slightly taken aback by that statement. He had long suspected that the Samsara Lord was the originator of the Neo-Demon Race—especially after his experiences during the Demon King Trial. Now, that theory was no longer a possibility but a fact.

As for why the Samsara Lord could sense the Neo-Demon aura within him, the answer was simple—it was tied to his True Name.

Cain’s True Name contained the essence of his Crimson World’s Neo-Demon body. That essence was currently fused with the heart of the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan, which was the core of his mind and ego.

Cain was just about to speak when, suddenly, the flaming eyes of the Samsara Lord’s face pulsed with power. Reality seemed to freeze for an instant before a wave of enlightenment spread through the space like ripples through water.

"Ah, I see now... You are a multiversal existence—one who lives in many universes at once. Bodies in different realities, connected through a singular ego. Impressive."

Cain didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It became apparent that if the Samsara Lord truly wished to know something, there was no concealing it from him. He did not require explanations. He could unravel the mysteries of the multiverse with a single glance.

A small, knowing smile appeared on the flaming face of the Samsara Lord, followed by a slow nod of acknowledgment.

"Good. When it comes to the Trial of Destiny, you pass with the highest grade. There is no clearer sign of your bond to the Samsara Arsenal than being part of my kind."

Cain clenched his fists, a chill of thrill running through his veins. He had been nervous, but not only had he succeeded—he had done so with the highest possible ranking.

That was incredible news.

He recalled the Trial of Strength, where his high performance had granted him a rare and potent reward. If he did it again, he could obtain a treasure that could raise his strength to the next level.

But he kept his excitement in check. There was still one more trial left—the Trial of Will.

Although Cain had immense confidence in his mental fortitude, he knew better than to underestimate anything related to the Samsara Lord. Arrogance was a fatal flaw here.

The Samsara Lord did not make him wait.

"The Trial of Will is simple," the flaming visage declared. "You must walk forward. Do not stop until you see the light at the end of the tunnel."

A small frown appeared on Cain’s face. Of course, there had to be more to the trial than just walking, but that was not really the problem. What truly troubled him was the time. He couldn’t afford to spend years—or possibly decades—trapped in some spiritual tunnel while his people needed him in the real world.

The Samsara Lord’s flaming eyes narrowed before a subtle smile returned.

"Do not worry about the outside world. The flow of time within the dimension you will enter is vastly accelerated. While it may take days or even years for you, only seconds will pass in reality."

Cain didn’t flinch at the fact that the Samsara Lord had clearly read his thoughts. Instead, he smiled. The confirmation of time dilation dispelled his final concern.

His eyes gleamed with unshakable will and clarity of purpose. He was ready.

The Samsara Lord nodded approvingly. As Cain’s aura ignited with resolute intent, a swirling dark portal appeared before him. "Go ahead. Do not stop until you see the light. I have great hopes for you."

Cain gave a respectful bow to the blazing face of the Samsara Lord, then stepped through the portal and found himself in a new realm—one of absolute, oppressive darkness. The void was so complete that he couldn’t even see the ground beneath his feet. It was a silence so deep it pressed down on his soul. He stood on something, but it offered no sensation, no confirmation of solidity. No sound. No light. No orientation.

Then a voice echoed.

"Move forward until you reach the end of the road and see the light. If you stop for even a second, you fail."

And then—nothing.

Cain clenched his fists. His instincts told him that this would be one of the most difficult trials he had ever faced. Yet his heart remained calm. His soul, anchored in purpose. He took the first step.

There was no need to rush. With time flowing differently, he could take it slow. His pace was measured, sustainable. He walked with a steady rhythm, a pace he could maintain for centuries if required.

The darkness offered no visible landmarks, no points of reference. Only silence. Only void. The environment was unnerving—but not dangerous.

Days passed.

Nothing changed.

No walls. No monsters. No illusions.

And then came the seventh day.

Cain suddenly stopped—not in motion, but in thought. His eyes widened.

"My memories..."

Due to his cultivation and the power of his mind, Cain had a memory far beyond photographic. He could recall any moment of his life with perfect clarity—the sounds, the emotions, the sensations. His mind was like a library of infinite rooms.

But now, that library was beginning to rot.

Memories were being replaced by darkness and then nothingness.

He shook his head and kept walking, determined to push forward. But as he advanced, the damage grew worse.

And it wasn’t just trivial details vanishing. It wasn’t forgotten meals or nameless enemies.

It was meaningful memories.

Moments that shaped him.

Victories that defined him.

Pain that carved all the way to his soul.

And then, before Cain could even realize it, the faces of his wives and children were gone, as was the memory of his father.