The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2505: The Crimson Exarch’s offer

Anark, Meylin, and the rest of the leadership of the Nine Empyrean Sun Alliance began discussing their next move.

The recent victory had given them momentum, but none of them were foolish enough to believe the war had been won. The Worlds of the Root still stood, and the corruption radiating from them remained a deadly obstacle.

If they wanted to finish the war, they needed a solution.

There were many possible ways to deal with the corrupting aura of the Root worlds. The most basic option was simply to improve their cultivation bases. Stronger powerhouses would naturally be able to endure the corruption for longer periods.

Unfortunately, that solution required time—something they did not have.

The Root was evolving constantly, and waiting decades for gradual improvement would only allow their enemy to grow even more dangerous.

Because of that, they began searching for alternative paths.

Soon, two ideas began to dominate the discussion: Runic Formations and Genetic Coding.

Thanks to the efforts of brilliant minds such as the Sky Sovereigns, the alliance had developed surprisingly advanced runic capabilities. Their greatest war weapon so far—the Runic War Avatar—had already proven capable of reaching the Half-Step Alpha Omega Overgod Rank, surpassing their theoretical limits.

However, runic power alone was not enough.

That was when the topic of Genetic Coding entered the conversation.

Although the alliance did not possess a supreme genetic coder capable of rivaling the greatest masters of the past, the Scarlet King had left behind something invaluable.

An enormous and meticulously organized encyclopedia of genetic knowledge.

With it as their foundation, the researchers of the Nine Empyrean Sun Alliance had made astonishing progress in only a few years.

In fact, they had already begun experimenting with genetic bloodlines capable of resisting the corruption of the Root.

If they had enough resources, such bloodlines could be mass-produced and integrated into elite warriors.

Slowly, a plan began to take shape.

There were many moving pieces. The runic engineers would need to refine new formations capable of protecting entire armies, while the genetic researchers would have to accelerate the development of resistant bloodlines.

It would not be easy.

But if successful, it could change the course of the war.

Hours passed as the leaders debated every detail.

Eventually, everyone knew their role.

They nodded to each other before leaving the chamber, each ready to begin the immense work ahead.

Soon, only Anark remained inside the hall.

But he was not alone for long.

The air suddenly trembled.

Space itself began to crack, thin fractures spreading across the chamber like spiderwebs. A moment later, a portal opened.

The stronghold had been sealed tightly, its space-time locked against teleportation and dimensional travel.

But this was not ordinary teleportation.

The portal connected directly to the golden stream that flowed through and connected all realities.

And from that current, a figure stepped forward.

The Crimson Exarch.

Golden light shimmered within his Red King Eyes, reflecting the endless brilliance of the dimension from which he had emerged. The glow revealed his extraordinary mastery over The Flow, a power so vast that even the laws of space-time bent before it.

Anark frowned immediately.

No matter how many times he encountered Noah, the same intuitive reaction always surfaced.

His instincts screamed warnings.

It felt as though he were staring at a cosmic phenomenon given human form.

The caution in Anark’s eyes only made Noah’s smile widen.

"That was a solid plan," Noah said casually. "But you know things would be much easier if you simply accepted my offer."

Anark’s frown deepened.

It took him a moment before he slowly shook his head.

"Awakening my memories and my Ancestor Lineage might indeed be helpful," he admitted. "But I trust my gut when they tell me I should be wary of you."

His gaze sharpened.

"So my answer is still no."

The Crimson Exarch continued smiling, showing not even the slightest hint of offense.

"Are you sure?" Noah replied lightly. "I would also fight by your side. And I have grown quite a bit stronger during my last few journeys into The Flow."

The golden light in Noah’s eyes intensified until it filled the hall.

Then he spoke again, casually dropping a revelation that felt like a thunderbolt.

"And I have also become powerful enough to open the gate to the Primordial Sanctuary."

Anark froze.

His eyes widened slightly, and even his heartbeat skipped.

He had not yet fully awakened all the memories from his previous life, but even the fragments he possessed told him one thing clearly.

The Primordial Sanctuary was an incredibly important place.

"If you enter it," Noah continued calmly, "you will transcend your current limitations. After that, the Worlds of the Root would have no fate other than burning beneath your power."

Every word felt like a hook sinking into Anark’s soul.

It was temptation in its purest form.

Power.

Knowledge.

Transcendence.

Everything the True Primordial of the Void needed to win this war.

And yet—

Anark simply narrowed his eyes and shook his head again.

"The answer is still no."

His gaze suddenly became sharper, more probing.

A meaningful light appeared in his eyes as he stared directly into Noah’s crimson gaze.

"The only way I would accept your offer," Anark said slowly, "is if you could bring Cain back."

The benefits Noah offered were extraordinary.

But Anark understood something very important.

If the Scarlet King returned, he could provide all of those advantages—and perhaps even more.

And unlike Noah...

Cain was someone Anark could truly trust.

The Crimson Exarch sighed softly.

"I already told you," he said. "I cannot do that."

He shrugged lightly.

"I could recover his body, yes. But his Primordial Essence and his mind are far beyond my reach."

Noah’s smile softened slightly.

"And honestly, knowing my brother, I doubt he would appreciate my help anyway. He’s extremely stubborn."

His grin widened again.

"Just like you."

Golden streams of energy began gathering around Noah’s body as the power of The Flow pulled him back toward the Endless Current.

"I suppose today’s answer is still no," he said casually.

The golden current intensified.

"Remember—just call for me when you’re ready. I’ll be listening."

His voice echoed softly through the chamber.

"I listen to everything that happens in this universe."

Then the golden current swallowed him.

In the next instant, the Crimson Exarch vanished.

The hall fell silent once again.

Only after Noah disappeared did Anark allow himself to relax slightly.

And when he did—

Exhaustion hit him like a tidal wave.

The weight was suffocating.

The fate of an entire universe rested on his shoulders. Trillions of lives depended on every decision he made. One small mistake could doom everything.

For several seconds, he simply stood there, breathing slowly.

Then he clenched his fists.

His gaze sharpened.

His posture straightened.

"Move forward," Anark murmured quietly.

"And never stop."

Determination burned in the eyes of the True Primordial of the Void as he turned and left the hall.

There was still far too much work to do.