The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1931: Samsara Seal

"The power of the Soul Enlightenment Mist at the Third Level is truly incredible. Even with my mental faculties already enhanced by the Crown of Ascendance, it still sharpens me further. I can only imagine what it will do for normal Prima Deities."

Cain allowed himself a rare smile. Under his command, legions were rising—an empire of cultivators with limitless ambition. Now, he finally had a place where they could train, immersed in perpetual enlightenment. The potential alone was staggering.

But he did not linger in admiration for long.

His gaze sharpened as he looked into the distance, and with a flash, he arrived at the Samsara Sacrificial Ground of the Third Level. The Samsara Flame blazed brighter than ever before—an awe-inspiring phenomenon that pulsed with ancient, indescribable power.

Even now, with all he had accomplished, all the knowledge he had accumulated, Cain couldn’t help but tremble slightly before the flame. There was something sacred about it—divine and unknowable.

He took a deep breath and exited the Samsara Arsenal Module, reappearing within the Gu Sect. Without wasting time, he began gathering a veritable ocean of evil treasures.

The Scarlet Path had purged the Shadowcradle and Endless Continents. While the wicked cultivators had either been devoured by the Scarlet Leviathan or sent to the Scarlet Throne, their treasures—especially those of fallen Prima Deities—had been collected meticulously, waiting for this exact moment.

All of it had been stored within the Gu Sect, making it easy for Cain to access. He returned to the flame, his arms full of treasures radiating dark, sinister energy.

He began feeding them into the Samsara Flame, one by one.

But he didn’t stop at the relics of Prima Deities. Among the items were treasures looted from the World Breaker and the Lord of the Last Step. While neither had followed the demonic path strictly, their hoards included vicious and hideous tools, many of which reeked of cruelty, despair, or ancient curses.

And now, all of it was fuel.

As the final piece vanished into the flame, the reaction began.

The flame pulsed and flared, and a mist of vibrant pink and purple spilled out from its heart, flooding the chamber. The Enlightenment Mist expanded rapidly, covering the entire Third Level with dense spiritual fog. Cain watched it spread, satisfied. It was precisely the amount he would need for the thousands of elite forces under his command.

But then his gaze lifted upward—toward the ceiling, where something much more significant was taking place.

Waves of deep violet energy swirled together, coalescing into a single mass. The mist thickened, condensed, becoming a small, glowing purple ocean of power suspended in the air. Cain could feel it—a force completely outside the scope of his understanding. This was Fortune, the divine catalyst created by the Samsara Flame.

Even with all his knowledge of the universe’s laws, Fortune was something that eluded comprehension. He could only feel it on an instinctual level—a power of creation that transcended logic.

And then, the ocean of Fortune split.

Roughly eighty percent of it condensed into a golden orb that hovered silently above the sacrificial ground.

The remaining twenty percent descended, flashing like lightning into Cain’s right hand—directly into the Royal Rebirth Mark.

A scream tore from his throat.

"Damn it!" Cain howled, staggering backward, his entire body convulsing. "Damn it, damn it!"

The process was agony—white-hot and unrelenting. The energy that entered his hand was Merit—the core power of the Rebirth Mark—and it wasn’t merely reinforcing him. It was dissolving the old structure entirely, refining it into something new. The Royal Rebirth Mark had already spread through most of his body, but with his cultivation now far surpassing what the mark could accommodate, it had become obsolete.

Now, it was transforming.

He fell to his knees, teeth clenched, breath ragged. There was no one around—no need to maintain his regal facade. The pain was overwhelming, devouring, bone-deep.

He screamed again.

And then, after what felt like an eternity—nearly thirty minutes of pure agony—the pain stopped.

Cain collapsed on the floor, drenched in cold sweat. His mind was hazy, fogged by suffering, but as the sensation faded, something else took its place—excitement, awe.

He looked down at his right forearm.

There, etched into his skin, was a new mark. A glowing pentagram with a small violet flame at its center. Though minimal in detail, it radiated with indescribable power. As he focused on it, Cain didn’t just feel energy—he felt potential. The flame pulsed with transcendent force, capable not only of healing but of catalyzing change itself.

A voice echoed in the space around him—calm, ancient.

"Congratulations. You have accumulated enough Merit to awaken the Third Order Samsara Seal."

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he returned to focus, the words ringing in his ears.

Samsara Seal.

Even the name alone made it clear—this was no ordinary power. Anything bearing the name "Samsara" was undoubtedly linked to the will of the Samsara Lord himself.

"You can now burn 25% of your life, soul, or willpower without suffering permanent damage. The damage will heal naturally over time—or with the aid of divine treasures. The Samsara Seal remains effective even at the final stage of the Third Realm."

Silence fell.

Cain stood there, stunned, absorbing the weight of what he had just been granted. The Royal Rebirth Mark had been impressive—but it didn’t protect his will. The Samsara Seal did. And it wasn’t limited to his current realm. It extended even beyond the ArchDeity level.

A grin slowly stretched across his face. A grin of utter, unfiltered joy.

"YES!" He roared, "This is incredible!"

Cain did not hold his laughter—raw and honest—as adrenaline surged through his veins. A weapon like this... a tool of both offense and survival... it might very well be the difference between life and death in the battles to come.

Still breathing heavily, Cain calmed his heart. His smile never faded, but his expression sharpened as he turned toward the golden orb that remained floating above the flame.

That was his Gift.

A treasure born of pure Fortune—a relic of whose origin, nature, or effect he would not learn until sending his Ego Wave in.