The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1930: Crown of Ascendance

Cain didn’t truly know how to feel about his failure. He had done his absolute best—pushing himself harder than ever before, enduring a torment unlike anything he had imagined possible—and yet, in the end, he had not reached the light at the end of the path.

The face of the Samsara Lord remained still, his gaze lingering on Cain with calm gravity. Then, finally, the ancient entity spoke.

"Do you know how long you walked?"

Cain blinked in surprise. Of all the questions, he hadn’t expected that one. He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I... I don’t know. That realm had no sound, no light, no sensation of time. I couldn’t even perceive my own thoughts. And the second month, it was impossible for me to keep track of time, so I just pushed forward."

All he remembered—clearly and vividly—was the horror. The unspeakable terror of being erased, step by step.

"Five," the Samsara Lord said simply.

"Five years?" Cain asked, his brows knitting. "I could’ve sworn it felt longer."

"Not five years," the Samsara Lord replied solemnly. "Five hundred."

Cain’s eyes widened in shock.

"You walked in that realm of silence and darkness for five hundred years."

Cain was left speechless. He remembered that after the seventh day, his memories had begun to dissolve. He knew he had walked for a long time—he felt it in his bones—but five centuries? That was staggering.

And yet, strangely, a conflicted smile crept onto his face. Five hundred years... and still not enough.

"How long would I have needed to walk before reaching the light?" he asked, curiosity driving his words.

The Samsara Lord’s eyes softened, and for the first time, a faint, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"There was never a light."

Cain’s expression froze. "What...?"

"There was never a light at the end of the path," the Samsara Lord said gently. "It is the oldest trick in all of cultivation. The goal was never to reach a light, but to see how long you could endure when all hope was stripped from you. The trial ends the moment you can walk no further. If you make it to one hundred years... it is considered a success."

A deep silence followed.

Cain’s hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening. That wasn’t just a test; it was a psychological crucifixion. He had pushed himself to his limit and far beyond, all for a goal that didn’t even exist. Never had he felt so much fear and lost, and there was never an end.

The Samsara Lord noticed the flicker of anger in Cain’s eyes, but he did not react with sternness. Instead, he nodded with quiet respect.

"That you lasted five hundred years in a realm devoid of memory, purpose, or sensation... shows that you have already found it."

Cain looked up, breathing slowly.

"Found what?" he asked.

"Your vision," the Samsara Lord said. "Your reason to persist, your unshakable belief in how the world should be."

Cain remained quiet for a moment. The pain of the trial was still fresh, raw and bleeding beneath the surface—but so too was the truth. His rage gave way to understanding, and he finally nodded.

The Samsara Lord’s eyes gleamed. "Then your trial is complete. You have passed both the Trial of Will and the Trial of Destiny with a simply overwhelming success. And for that, I shall now grant you your Gift."

Power began to gather in the space above the flame. The air rippled and pulsed as a stream of ancient, unfathomable energy coalesced and took form—a small black crown hovered in the air.

Cain stared at it, a faint frown on his face. The object looked unimpressive—like a chunk of dark metal, misshapen and dull. It had no obvious aura, no divine pressure.

Still, he knew better than to trust appearances. There was no way the Samsara Lord would give him a piece of metal, so if he detected nothing, it only meant his mind was not powerful enough to perceive the true nature of the crown.

"This," the Samsara Lord said, "is the ultimate Tier Zero Gift from the Third Level. It is called the Crown of Ascendance."

Cain’s brows lifted.

"It grants no immediate power," the Samsara Lord continued. "Instead, it removes your blinders. It reveals what you could become. It opens your latent pathways, awakens dormant potential, and shines a light on the invisible next step—one that even enlightened beings may never glimpse. It strengthens anything you truly focus on, so long as your will desires growth."

Cain remained quiet, unsure of what to make of it.

At first, the description made it sound like a more refined version of the Soul Enlightenment Mist. But when the crown descended and touched his forehead—everything changed.

His eyes flared open.

He felt something deeper than enlightenment—deeper than epiphany. It wasn’t just knowledge; it was actualization. An invisible force wove through his thoughts and soul. And with it came revelations.

The impossible was no longer a wall—it was simply a higher mountain to climb.

But more than that, it reflected back his flaws. In thinking. In feeling. In strategy. In choices he hadn’t realized were holding him back.

It didn’t just show him where he had failed.

It showed him what he needed to become to succeed.

Cain trembled with pure awe. The Crown of Ascendance wasn’t a tool for battle. It was a tool for transcendence. It didn’t increase his power; it expanded his reality.

"We are done here. Well done, young man. I must say—you’ve impressed me. Until we meet again."

The voice faded, and in the next instant, the world around Cain dissolved.

He emerged in the sky above the newly unlocked third level of the Samsara Arsenal Module. Below him stretched a barren land cloaked in a dense, pink mist—deceptively similar to the second level.

But just one breath of that mist told him everything he needed to know.

Cain had reached the Third Level of the Samsara Arsenal Module.