The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2522: Dual Ancestor Domain

The smile on Cain’s face widened as he felt the full extent of his acceleration.

For a long time, his speed had already stood at an extraordinary level. Through constant body refinement and his perpetual state within the Third Realm’s Asura Form, he had pushed himself to the very limits of what that realm could offer—reaching the threshold of Half-Step Fourth Realm speed.

But now...

Things were different.

This was something beyond mere physical cultivation.

This was the Flow.

Cain could not fully immerse his body into the Endless River of the Flow—not yet. That level of integration remained beyond him. And yet, that very limitation had become his advantage.

By partially merging with that dimension, by allowing only fragments of his existence to overlap with the Endless River, he could ”borrow” its motion.

And the Endless River...

Never stopped moving.

By aligning himself with its current, Cain allowed its momentum to carry him forward—stacking his own speed atop an already infinite flow of motion.

The result was terrifying.

His velocity had reached the Fourth Realm.

Perhaps only at its lowest threshold—but it was still the Fourth Realm.

This ability did not grant him the unpredictability or absolute evasion of his brother’s Flow Teleportation. It lacked that instant, untraceable displacement.

But what it did grant...

Was momentum.

Overwhelming, unstoppable momentum.

With it, Cain could tear through defenses designed to withstand Limit Alpha Omega Overgods—and then convert all that speed into raw, devastating force.

After all—

Force was mass multiplied by acceleration.

And now, his acceleration had crossed into a completely different realm.

Without hesitation, Cain shot forward.

Damian was still being hurled through the air from the previous blow, but Cain was already upon him, closing the distance in an instant.

This fight was only a small part of a much larger plan.

And if that plan was to succeed...

Damian had to die.

Quickly.

The White Mantle granted by Null Eternal flared to life, its power surging through Cain’s body. Even if Damian could resist the full lethality of the Quietus Force, he could not ignore its effects entirely.

Time.

Movement.

Reaction.

All of it slowed under its influence.

Cain became a streak of white and gold—a comet of death tearing across the battlefield.

High above, the Eternal Soul King clenched his teeth.

His older brother was powerful—skilled, experienced—but he lacked something crucial.

He had no Ancestor Domain.

And more importantly...

He did not possess the physical capabilities needed to counter that speed.

The Eternal Soul King wanted to intervene.

But he couldn’t.

The Nirvana Crown Prince would not allow it.

And even if the Crown Prince harbored his own intentions toward the Red King, those could wait. Right now, Cain’s overwhelming power was an asset to their side.

At the beginning of the battle, it had been the forces of the Eternal Soul Kingdom who stood confident—their numbers greater, their home advantage absolute.

Victory had seemed inevitable.

But now...

That certainty was gone.

After witnessing the Red King’s terrifying display, it was the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom who felt their morale surge.

Cain was a wild card.

Unpredictable.

Uncontrollable.

But that didn’t matter.

They didn’t need to control him.

They only needed to let him loose.

And allow him to do what he did best.

Kill.

”BOOOOOOOM!”

Another explosion tore across the battlefield.

A golden kick slammed into Damian’s collarbone, sending him crashing violently into the ground. The impact fractured the earth, leaving a massive crater in its wake.

Damian gritted his teeth, pain flashing across his face.

The power of the earth surged through his body, reinforcing his cracked bones, stabilizing his injuries.

But it wasn’t enough.

The white flames of the Quietus Force were already spreading through him—subtly, insidiously. His movements slowed. His thoughts dulled.

And against an opponent like Cain...

Slowing down was the same as dying.

There was no time to recover.

No time to think.

Because the Red King was already upon him again.

”DAMMIT!”

Damian roared, slamming his foot into the ground.

The earth responded instantly.

Massive, jagged roots erupted upward, thousands of them, each one as thick as a tower. They shot toward Cain like colossal spears, filling the air with a deadly forest of piercing strikes.

Cain only smiled.

The roots were fast.

Incredibly fast.

And there were thousands of them.

His body, though powerful, was not invulnerable. A direct hit could still wound him.

But that didn’t matter.

Because as each root neared him, the power of the White Mantle slowed it—just enough.

Just enough for him to move.

He weaved through the storm effortlessly, his body gliding between the attacks without losing momentum.

Closer.

Closer.

And then—

At the distance of a single heartbeat—

He activated Flow Speed again.

One moment, he was far away.

The next—

Impact.

Damian felt the blow land on his chest with overwhelming force.

His ribs shattered instantly as his body was sent hurtling across the battlefield, tearing through the ground and crushing entire mountain ranges in his path.

Cain came to a halt, exhaling slowly.

”The acceleration is still a bit hard to control...” he muttered. ”But I’m getting used to it.”

His soul and mind were powerful enough.

But commanding a body moving at Fourth Realm speed...

That was another matter entirely.

Which was precisely why this battle mattered.

It was practice.

Refinement.

Mastery.

For a brief moment, Cain shifted his gaze upward.

High above the battlefield, the clash between the Eternal Soul King and the Nirvana Crown Prince had escalated to an entirely new level. Their Ancestor Powers surged, growing more violent with each passing second.

And then—

It happened.

”ANCESTOR DOMAIN!”

”ANCESTOR DOMAIN!”

Their voices rang out simultaneously.

From their Ancestor Eyes, waves of incomprehensible power erupted outward.

In a fraction of a second, two immense barriers of darkness collided, compressing against each other and forming a single, massive sphere.

It expanded rapidly.

Unstoppably.

A growing orb of annihilation.

The Royal Blutlinie on both sides reacted instantly, fleeing at full speed. They knew—being caught inside that domain clash meant certain death.

Within three heartbeats—

The expansion stopped.

The sphere stabilized.

And its size...

It was so vast it could contain an entire moon.