The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2401: The Supreme Race of Paradise

Omens were similar to Oniric Truths in the sense that they embodied the power of Concepts and Laws at the same time. However, they surpassed them in one crucial aspect: Omens could evolve.

As one understood and mastered an Omen, it became part of them—a fragment of the soul itself—much like how Oniric Truths fused into a True Name.

Yet unlike Oniric Truths, Omens were not fixed. They were capable of growth, transformation, and even evolution under the right circumstances.

Instead of learning multiple Omens, one only needed to master a single one. As additional Omens were understood, they were consumed by the first, becoming nourishment for its development.

”Everything in this place seems to want to consume others to grow.”

Once more, Cain was unsettled by the devouring and brutal nature of Paradise. Even its cosmic rules were cannibalistic, forcing growth through absorption and destruction.

Using the Omen of the Blood Sun, Cain began to interact with the bodies of the Blutlinie he had captured. He initiated a meticulous process of condensation. Every atom of their bodies, energy, and souls was broken down and refined. Nothing was wasted.

Gradually, Cain reached deep into their hearts, where a radiant drop of blood resided. When focused upon, that single drop felt as though it contained an entire world within it.

”The Ancestor Drop.”

This was the determining factor of a Blutlinie’s talent and potential, as well as the core of their Path of Power.

Cain continued the condensation and compression process until dozens of Ancestor Drops floated within him, surrounded by streams of blood, vitality, and soul force. He could easily have used those drops to forge his own and give birth to a new body immediately—but doing so would have been a grave mistake.

His mind sharpened as he redirected the streams of blood, vitality, and soul force toward the three cocoons resting at the heart of his oceanic body. Only then did he gather all the Ancestor Drops together.

Invoking the Power of Chaos and The Flow, Cain fully activated the Omen of the Blood Sun. A red flame ignited around the drops, consuming all of them.

The Ancestor Drops immediately began to tremble.

Portions of them evaporated, reduced to nothingness. Cain was purifying them, stripping away everything impure and leaving only their strongest and most essential essence. Some drops were reduced so drastically that they became smaller than a blood cell. Even those originating from Arch-Deities shrank to nearly nothing.

Once every impurity had been burned away and all the drops fused together, what remained was unimaginably small—so tiny it could pass through the eye of a needle without resistance.

”It will take an enormous amount of time and countless sacrifices,” Cain reflected, ”but foundation is everything—especially for a Blutlinie.”

Determination filled Cain’s eyes as he sent the purified Ancestor Drop into the fourth cocoon resting at the bottom of the Blood Ocean. The moment it settled there, Cain began channeling massive amounts of life force and energy into it, nurturing it continuously.

”At this rate,” Cain calculated, ”it will take a thousand years before it is completed.”

Of course, Cain had no intention of waiting that long.

He was confident that more forces from the Kalous Kingdom would come. Each of them would carry an Ancestor Drop within their bodies—resources the Scarlet King could use to enhance the one forming within his growing body.

Cain was not going to wait passively.

He continued commanding his oceanic creature to rampage through the surrounding regions, devouring every life form in its path and dragging them back to the Ocean of the Blood Sun. There, Cain used the Omen to condense them into streams of blood, vitality, and soul force, sending those energies into the three cocoons.

Three months passed without incident.

Just as Cain began to suspect that the Blutlinie of the Kalous Kingdom had forgotten about him, he sensed a massive army marching toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

There were more than three hundred among them. Most were Peak Prima Deities, but dozens had reached the Arch-Deity rank.

Yet the figure at the forefront was the one who truly caused Cain’s heart to tighten.

The man was accompanied by Amaro. His white hair and third red eye made it clear—this was a Royal Blutlinie, one whose bloodline purity allowed him to reclaim some of the qualities of the race’s Ancestor.

Royal Blutlinie could be considered a Supreme Race, equal to Primordials or Neo-Demons!

The man’s eyes brimmed with killing intent as he extended his hand. A bone sword emerged directly from his palm.

The moment he arrived above the Blood Ocean, there were no words and no attempt at negotiation. His energy exploded outward as he launched an immediate attack.

Cain had already sensed the killing intent and responded at once. Dozens of gargantuan blood arms, carrying the Power of Chaos and The Flow, surged toward the Royal Blutlinie.

That attack would have annihilated Amaro.

Yet the Ancestor Eye on the Royal Blutlinie’s forehead glowed as he swung his sword. A wave of freezing energy erupted outward, encasing every blood arm in ice. In the next instant, they shattered into countless particles of frost.

Cain’s expression turned solemn.

The Ancestor Drop not only determined cultivation paths, talent, and potential—it also granted access to a unique power capable of allowing its bearer to leap across ranks in battle.

Amaro wielded flames.

This Royal Blutlinie wielded ice.

And that ice energy was exponentially more powerful and dangerous.

Without giving Cain a moment to recover, the Royal Blutlinie slashed his sword again. Another torrent of ice energy crashed into the surface of the Ocean of the Blood Sun, freezing a massive portion of it before shattering into icy fragments.

A flash of pain coursed through Cain’s soul.

That single attack had taken a considerable portion of him.

If he did not act soon, he would be in grave danger.

Yet as the pain surged, the worry in Cain’s eyes slowly faded. His focus shifted inward, toward the cocoons.

”Just in time.”