The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2448: Facing the Fourth Realm (IV)

The moment the words Ancestor Domain were spoken, Cain and Abraham felt their instincts erupt in terror.

Every survival instinct they possessed screamed the same warning:

Run.

Run immediately. Run without hesitation. Run and never turn back.

Unfortunately for the Scarlet King and the Heartcram King, they were not fast enough.

Streams of darkness flowed out from the Dark Blood King, spreading across the sky like an expanding tide. In less than a heartbeat, the shadows swallowed both kings whole.

It happened in an instant.

One moment, they stood high above the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Next, they found themselves in an entirely different world.

It was a boundless void—pitch black, silent, and endless. There was no sky, no ground, no horizon. Only darkness stretching in every direction.

Faint glowing rings rippled outward through the emptiness, like silent distortions in space. Broken fragments and drifting debris floated aimlessly, dissolving little by little into nothingness.

The moment Cain arrived, an overwhelming sense of isolation flooded his heart and soul.

And that was only the beginning.

He instinctively tried to take a breath to steady himself.

There was no air.

His chest did not rise. His lungs found nothing to draw in.

Startled, he opened his mouth—but no sound emerged. Not even the faintest vibration existed in this place.

Cain’s pupils shrank.

He felt completely cut off.

Severed from the universe.

As he glanced downward, he noticed a faint reflection of himself upon a surface of dark liquid beneath his feet. Yet with every passing second, the image grew dimmer... fading, as if his very existence were slowly losing definition.

The Scarlet King was not the only one shaken.

Not far away, Abraham stood rigid, unable to hide the horror in his eyes.

Frost was forming across his skin.

This world was draining heat from his body at an alarming rate. The cold was not merely physical—it was absolute, conceptual.

If it could freeze an Alpha-Omega Overgod, it could freeze a sun.

"This is my Ancestor Domain," a voice echoed through the void, "the purest and highest expression of my Ancestor Power."

The two kings looked up.

The Dark Blood King was descending slowly from the darkness above, as if he were the ruler of this empty world.

An overwhelming dread gripped their hearts.

Before, he had been powerful—dangerously powerful—but they had still been able to fight him.

Now...

They felt completely suppressed.

"This power allows me to overwrite the laws and rules," the voice continued calmly, "and forge a world where I reign absolute."

The words did not come from the figure above them.

They came from behind.

Cain and Abraham’s eyes widened in shock. They had not sensed his movement at all.

The Dark Blood King now stood at their backs.

"This power allows me to break the limits of the Third Realm," he continued, his tone cold and steady, "and reveal a fragment of the Fourth."

He raised his hand.

The darkness of the entire domain began to converge toward his palm, compressing into a dense mass of flaming shadow.

"You have the strength to call yourselves kings within the Dark Blood Realm," he said. "But I must determine whether you possess the power to stand as generals in the battles to come."

Cain and Abraham had no idea what battles he was referring to.

Nor did they have any intention of becoming his generals.

But it was obvious that their opinions did not matter.

The attack would come whether they wished it or not.

The only thing they could do was survive.

Both kings released every ounce of power they possessed. Their bloodlines burned, their souls roared, and their auras surged to their absolute peak.

The Dark Blood King waited.

Only when their energy reached its zenith did he move.

He thrust his hand forward.

Instantly, two enormous palms of flaming darkness materialized. They ignored distance, space, and time—appearing directly before Cain and Abraham in less than a fraction of a heartbeat.

Abraham’s eyes widened.

For the first time in his life, he felt death this close.

Without hesitation, his body exploded outward, transforming into a raging ocean. Waves of liquid essence surged in all directions just as the dark palm descended.

The moment it struck, annihilating power spread through him.

It did not simply destroy.

It erased.

His energy destabilized. His form began to unravel. Even his soul felt as if it were losing cohesion, as though his very existence were being pushed toward silent oblivion.

Abraham roared inwardly.

His oceanic body surged with greater and greater force, refracting the structure of the incoming power. At the same time, he dispersed the destructive energy outward, forcing it away from his core and spreading it into the surrounding void.

Everything happened within a single instant.

The attack was so overwhelming that Abraham did not even have time to look toward Cain.

The only thing he glimpsed was a massive explosion of flaming darkness engulfing the Scarlet King’s position.

Then—

The domain vanished.

The void shattered.

The next moment, the three figures reappeared in the sky above the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Abraham’s breathing was ragged. His body trembled uncontrollably as he realized just how close he had come to death.

"I used everything... even my strongest defensive Ancestor Art... and my body and soul nearly collapsed."

He slowly turned his head toward Cain’s position.

All he saw was a sphere of flaming darkness.

"He was strong," Abraham thought grimly. "But still young. There’s no way he developed a defensive Ancestor Art capable of surviving that."

Just as he was about to accept the Scarlet King’s death—

The darkness dispersed.

Abraham’s eyes widened.

Cain stood there.

Alive.

Completely unharmed.

Even the Dark Blood King showed a flicker of surprise.

Surrounding the Scarlet King was a golden lotus with thirty-three petals, some radiant with power and others barely visible. The flower hovered protectively around him, its light holding back the remnants of annihilating darkness.

Then—

"CRACK."

The lotus shattered.

Its power was exhausted.

Cain’s face showed no smile.

He had just unleashed the strongest defensive art of The Flow.

But it had cost him everything.

His energy reserves were nearly empty. His body felt hollow, his soul strained to its limit.

If the battle continued now—

The Scarlet King knew the truth.

He would be as good as dead.