The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2436: Savitar and Chronos

Immediately, two humanoid statues emerged from the massive gate.

Each was gargantuan, their bodies carved from dark metallic stone and covered in ancient runic patterns. They wielded enormous weapons forged from unknown materials, and the energy radiating from them was overwhelming.

”—Intruder detected—”

”—Destroy—”

The automatons’ voices echoed through the underground chamber as the runes across the walls ignited. Instantly, a terrifying gravitational domain descended upon Cain.

The pressure was immense.

The gravity locked space itself, suppressing movement and draining strength.

Not even a heartbeat later, the automatons moved.

They burst forward with explosive speed, their massive weapons descending like meteors, each strike powerful enough to shatter mountains and annihilate a Mid-Level Alpha–Omega Overgod.

Under the crushing gravity and the overwhelming killing force, any ordinary opponent would have been filled with fear.

Cain, however, only smiled.

With a single thought, he summoned the Eternum Flame.

White fire erupted from his body, spreading outward in a silent explosion that flooded the entire chamber.

The weapons that were falling toward him froze mid-descent the moment the flames touched them.

Then the fire spread further.

The automatons themselves were engulfed, their massive forms locking in place as the Quietus Force froze the flow of energy within their cores. At the same time, the runic formations embedded throughout the chamber flickered and dimmed.

The gravitational domain vanished.

Its power had not been destroyed.

It had simply stopped.

Time itself no longer flowed through it.

As everything around him froze without him taking even a single step, a satisfied smile appeared on Cain’s face.

His Ancestor Power was truly extraordinary.

Calmly, he walked forward.

The air itself was motionless, suspended in absolute stillness. Even dust particles hung frozen around him like stars trapped in glass.

When he reached the massive gate, Cain placed his hand upon it and pushed.

Normally, the entrance to the Sacred Vault was protected by countless seals and layered runic locks. However, the Eternum Flame had already neutralized every mechanism. With their energy frozen, the defenses were nothing more than lifeless symbols.

The colossal doors opened.

The moment Cain stepped inside, a wide smile filled with thrill and anticipation appeared on his face.

The Sacred Vault of the Aztorus Kingdom was filled with unimaginable wealth.

Countless weapons and armor were arranged in ordered formations, each radiating powerful Omens. There were high-level cultivation treasures, rare materials, bloodline enhancement resources, and ancient relics gathered over countless eras.

Yet none of those drew Cain’s attention.

His gaze was fixed on the far end of the vault.

There stood a massive library.

As he approached, the excitement in his heart grew stronger.

The shelves were filled with books crafted from unique materials—metallic pages, crystal tablets, living parchment, and memory stones. Within them were recorded techniques, inheritance paths, and cultivation methods collected by the Aztorus Royal Family.

The first thing Cain searched for was a body refinement technique focused on speed—one superior to the method he had obtained from Mirena.

It took time.

But eventually, he found it.

The book bore a single name:

Savitar.

Even the title carried a powerful essence. The moment Cain sent his consciousness into it, the thrill in his soul intensified.

The Savitar Technique could push his speed—already comparable to a Late Alpha–Omega Overgod—to a level approaching the absolute limit of the Third Realm.

This was far beyond anything he had previously obtained.

Even his Empyrean Natural Inheritance did not reach this tier.

”According to this,” Cain thought, ”my speed will reach a level where even Late Alpha–Omega Overgods won’t be able to follow my movements with their eyes.”

Satisfied, he stored the technique and moved on.

Next, he searched for cultivation methods.

For a Royal Blutlinie, the path of cultivation was simple in theory: enhance the power and purity of the Ancestor Drop.

However, the methods to achieve that were diverse. The two primary approaches were:

Devouring other Blutlinie

Mastering powerful Omens

Cain intended to pursue both.

Although Omens were extremely difficult to dominate, his connection to The Flow and the Power of Chaos gave him a tremendous advantage. He could resonate with the cosmic forces of Paradise far more easily than ordinary beings.

While he had inherited control over the Omens of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, they did not align with his future path.

He needed an Omen that would work in perfect harmony with Null Eternum.

Fortunately, the core Omen of the Aztorus Kingdom was exactly what he wanted.

The Omen of Time.

It did not take long for Cain to find the technique he needed.

In fact, it was not one book, but three.

Chronos Soul.

As Cain sent his consciousness into the inheritance, his eyes lit up.

The technique was remarkable.

It taught how to comprehend the Omen of Time by dividing it into three aspects:

Past

Present

Future

Once the foundational understanding was achieved, the Omen could be transformed into a metaphysical flame that would reside within the soul.

By feeding it the souls of other Blutlinie, the Time Omen would grow stronger and stronger.

Cain could not help but smile.

”This world truly embodies survival of the fittest. Even its highest techniques require you to consume others to grow stronger.”

But he felt no discomfort.

From the very beginning of his cultivation journey, he had walked the path of consumption.

After confirming that there were no better inheritances within the vault, Cain waved his hand.

Every treasure disappeared into his storage space.

Weapons, armor, materials, techniques—everything.

The Sacred Vault was left completely empty.

”There’s no reason to leave anything behind,” he thought coldly. ”Besides, there won’t be anyone left to reclaim it.”

A chilling light flashed through his eyes.

The next moment, Cain left the vault and reappeared high above the capital.

The massive city stretched beneath him, filled with billions of Blutlinie who continued their brutal lives, unaware of the disaster about to fall upon them.

Cain raised his right hand.

Above his palm, the Eternum Flame began to gather.

More and more white fire condensed, growing larger and denser as it absorbed power. Soon, it formed a massive sphere that hung above the city like a second moon.

Its silent radiance illuminated the entire capital.

Below, countless Blutlinie looked up.

Their instincts screamed.

Danger.

Death.

Extinction.

But before any of them could react—

Cain lowered his hand.

The moon of white flame descended.