The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2491: The peak of the Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank

Three warriors arrived at the devastated landscape.

They were Royal Blutlinie powerhouses from the Eternal Soul Kingdom. Their auras were so immense that beasts—and even enemy warriors from the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom—would think twice before approaching them.

Yet now, the only things visible in their eyes were worry and solemnity.

Before them stretched a battlefield that looked as if the world itself had been torn apart.

Bright flames still raged across the horizon, climbing into the sky and setting everything ablaze. Entire mountain ranges had collapsed, and once-mighty rivers had been completely vaporized. Even the clouds above carried lingering scars from the clash.

Every sign pointed to a battle of terrifying proportions.

This was not a battlefield where ordinary warriors could fight. Even King-Level powerhouses would struggle to match the forces that had been unleashed here.

Still, the three Royal Blutlinien did not focus on the flames or the shattered mountains.

Their gazes were fixed on a single feature carved across the land.

A canyon.

At first glance it looked like one, but the more they studied it, the stranger it became. The edges were too smooth, too precise.

It was not a canyon formed by erosion or explosive force.

It looked as if an unimaginably sharp blade had sliced straight through the earth itself.

The cut was flawless.

It stretched across the battlefield in a perfectly straight line and descended so deeply into the ground that it reached all the way to the Realm Barrier.

Even the barrier itself carried a faint mark where the strike had brushed against it.

Two of the Royal Blutlinien slowly turned their gazes toward the woman standing between them.

Their looks were meaningful.

She was a King-Level powerhouse and the leader of the Soul Mirage Kingdom, famed for her terrifying destructive abilities.

If anyone among them could replicate such devastation, it would be her.

Yet as the woman sensed their unspoken question, she simply shook her head.

"This is beyond my capabilities."

Her voice carried a rare hint of seriousness.

"Only someone like Shakra could achieve something like this... and even then, it would likely require the fragments of the Supreme Treasure to enhance his power."

The two men fell silent.

The implication was obvious.

If this destruction had not been caused by Shakra...

Then only one other possibility remained.

"The Red King..."

One of the Peak Alpha Omega Overgods hesitated before speaking again.

"Is the Red King stronger than His Highness?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted them.

Both of the others shot him sharp glances.

Still, the question lingered in the air.

After a moment, the woman shook her head again.

"We have no idea what kind of powers the Red King possesses," she admitted. "But Shakra is still stronger."

Her gaze moved across the battlefield.

"After all, if His Highness had faced the Nine-Tailed Fox, he could have defeated it without much difficulty by summoning his Ancestor Domain."

The tension in the air eased slightly.

Ancestor Domains were the highest expression of power a Royal Blutlinie could achieve. They were manifestations of ancestral supremacy capable of overwhelming entire battlefields.

No matter how powerful the Red King appeared to be, he had never shown anything resembling such an ability.

That fact alone reassured them.

After conducting a final inspection of the battlefield, the trio turned around and left.

But the moment they disappeared into the distance—

Another figure emerged from the shadows.

A new Royal Blutlinie stepped into the ruined landscape.

The armor and emblems he wore clearly marked him as a warrior of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom.

He observed the devastation silently.

Then his eyes began to glow.

His soul force spread outward, searching for lingering traces of the Red King’s aura.

It did not take long.

Among the scorched ruins and shattered earth, he discovered a faint stream of white fire.

A smile appeared on the man’s face.

His consciousness followed the trail, attempting to trace the origin of the aura and locate the Red King.

Even though the Red King’s actions had greatly benefited the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom, the Nirvana Crown Prince did not feel comfortable leaving such a powerful and unpredictable figure unchecked.

Understanding where the Red King was—and what he intended—had become extremely important.

Yet just as the Royal Blutlinie believed he had found a lead—

The stream of white flame suddenly shattered.

It disintegrated completely.

The smile on the man’s face vanished.

A flash of surprise and solemn caution appeared in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he turned around and immediately retreated toward the stronghold.

It was obvious now.

The Red King possessed the ability to destroy fragments of his aura even from vast distances.

The Royal Blutlinie had no intention of testing whether the Red King had also discovered his attempt to track him.

He certainly had no desire to face the wrath of such a terrifying figure.

Within seconds, he vanished from the battlefield.

Far away from that devastated land, Cain slowly opened his eyes.

Through the Power of Karma, he had sensed the tracker’s attempt.

Not only had he neutralized the tracing technique, but he had also briefly glimpsed the identity and location of the man who had used it.

Fortunately for that Royal Blutlinie with black eyes, Cain had more important matters to deal with.

His sharp gaze turned toward the massive corpse lying before him.

The Nine-Tailed Fox.

Even in death, the Omen Beast looked majestic.

Its body radiated immense power, so overwhelming that even containing it within the Time Lake required considerable effort.

A wild smile appeared on Cain’s face.

The battles against the Omen Beasts had served a purpose.

They were not merely hunts.

They were trials.

Each fight had pushed him closer to his limits. The final battle against the Nine-Tailed Fox had been especially dangerous.

But that pressure had been exactly what he needed.

It had allowed him to finally break through the limitations that had restrained him for so long.

Taking a deep breath, Cain focused on the corpse that was cut in two.

His energy began to circulate.

Streams of vitality and primordial energy poured out of the Omen Beast’s enormous body, flowing directly into him.

Just as he had done with the other Omen Beasts.

Cain could advance rapidly in cultivation by absorbing the Ancestor Drops of others. However, even his Perfect Ancestor Drop required periods of stabilization.

If he pushed it too far too quickly, the imbalance could create serious problems in the future.

His body, however, was different.

It could be tempered without limit.

Strengthening the physical body beyond one’s cultivation base was extremely difficult for a Royal Blutlinie, since body and cultivation were deeply intertwined.

But Cain possessed resources and methods that could make miracles possible.

Time passed.

Eventually, the last drop of vitality was absorbed.

The massive corpse of the Nine-Tailed Fox crumbled into nothingness.

Cain slowly exhaled.

"My cultivation has reached the bottom of the Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank," he murmured. "But my body is already at the peak."

His smile widened.

"It will take something truly extraordinary to push it further."

His eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"But I am certain I will obtain it very soon."

The schemes forming in Cain’s mind deepened.

He glanced toward his spatial ring and retrieved an object.

It looked like the front piece of a chest armor.

At first glance, it appeared completely ordinary.

Nothing about it seemed particularly remarkable.

Yet this unassuming fragment—

Would soon send the entire realm into chaos.