The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2571 A new Aspect

The explosion of Void Primordial Force was catastrophic-so immense that it could have leveled the surface of a weaker Empyrean World and disintegrated countless High Worlds. Violet plasma surged outward like a collapsing star, devouring everything in its path. Yet even that overwhelming power was not enough to destroy the Curse Eaters.

At the very last moment, Devil Child Adam had managed to summon the Golden Lotus. Even so, that formidable defense could not fully withstand the Void. The lotus cracked and fractured as the violet energy pierced through, severely wounding both him and Pyromancer Adam. Their bodies trembled as the foreign force invaded them, disrupting the flow of their energy and life force.

Anarkʼs eyes burned with killing intent the moment he saw the Golden Lotus shatter. Without wasting a single second, he kicked off the violet platform beneath his feet and shot forward like a streaking star. His entire being surged with murderous resolve.

Victory.

He could see it.

Void Primordial Force gathered in his hands as his eyes glowed, revealing the flaws in the bodies of the two Curse Eaters before him. Those weak points shone like fractures in reality itself. A strike there would deal catastrophic damage-perhaps enough to shatter their internal organs and end them once and for all.

Devil Child Adam and Pyromancer Adam watched Anarkʼs approach, their bodies wracked with pain, unable to properly respond. And yet, there was no fear in their hearts, no panic in their eyes.

Instead, a red light flickered within them-absolute control, perfect composure.

The moment Anark saw that light, his instincts screamed in warning.

Those were not the eyes of warriors facing death.

Those were the eyes of warriors who knew the tide was about to turn.

”RUMBLE!”

Before Anark could react, the ground beside the two Curse Eaters shattered violently. From the depths below, a gargantuan red claw erupted into existence. Despite its massive size, it moved with terrifying speed-faster than anything else on the battlefield-as though it were not bound by flesh, but formed from light itself. ”BOOM!”

The claw struck Anark point-blank.

The sheer force behind the blow was overwhelming. In that instant, Anark felt as though every bone in his body might shatter. His figure was hurled into the distance, crashing through buildings like a projectile, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

He tumbled across the ground for several seconds before finally coming to a halt.

Immediately, he tried to rise into a battle stance-but his knees trembled. Blood surged up his throat, and he spat it out, revealing the severe internal damage inflicted by the strike.

Grinding his teeth, Anark forced his body to move, pushing past the pain as he lifted his gaze toward the figure emerging from the earth. What rose before him was a towering embodiment of radiant power. It was a being forged from light so intense that it devoured all shadows in its presence. Its body was massive and muscular, sculpted like living armor formed from molten stone and blazing radiance. Jagged, flame-like plates extended from its shoulders and back, while its dragon-like head bore sharp teeth and a fierce, elongated snout. Streams of radiant fire coiled endlessly around its limbs, giving the impression that it was perpetually burning from within.

Though it resembled a mythical beast, the light within its eyes carried

the same wisdom as the other two.

Anark did not need to guess.

This was another Aspect of the King of the Tenth Empyrean World.

The massive figure glanced at Devil Child Adam and Pyromancer Adam, waiting patiently as they rose from the ground and moved to stand at his side. Only then did he turn his gaze toward Anark in the distance.

Six eyes locked onto the True Primordial at once.

An overwhelming pressure descended upon him.

Facing two Aspects had already pushed Anark to his limits, forcing him to risk everything in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand. Now, a third had appeared-one whose strength, speed, and resilience seemed to surpass even his own, effectively neutralizing his advantage in close combat.

For a moment, Mythical Beast Adam studied him, a complex expression flickering in his gaze. When he spoke, his voice was deep, draconic, and resonant enough to echo across the sky.

”You have fought well,” he said. ”Incredibly well for someone who has only just reached the Fourth Realm. But it should be clear by now... you have no chance of victory!”

Anarkʼs eyes narrowed, but he did not interrupt. Instead, he used every second to stabilize his breathing and steady the flow of his

blood.

”The future of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe is already decided,” Mythical Beast Adam continued. ”There is no one left who can change its destiny. I will silence it.”

His tone remained calm, almost gentle.

”But that does not have to be your fate.”

Devil Child Adam and Pyromancer Adam glanced at him, their eyes

sharp. They knew that among them, he was the most inclined toward compassion. Though their instincts leaned toward killing Anark outright, they remained silent, tacitly approving his approach.

”I am not cruel for the sake of cruelty,” Mythical Beast Adam went on. ”Join me. Not only will you save your life-and the lives of those within the Primordial Sanctuary-but with your help, I can silence your universe more efficiently, greatly reducing the suffering it will

endure.”

He extended his massive hand toward Anark.

”Join us,” he said. ”Let us forge a new era for the universe.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air.

A heartbeat later, the True Primordial of the Void burst into laughter-

deep, thunderous laughter that echoed across the ruined city.

”I am Anark,” he declared, his voice filled with unshakable resolve.

”The True Primordial of the Void. I will never betray my people!” His heart surged, and violet plasma exploded outward from his body, illuminating the battlefield.

”I fight for a righteous cause,” he continued, ”one worth dying for!”

Mythical Beast Adam sighed softly, shaking his head.

”You may be righteous,” he said. ”You may even be the hero of your

story. But the universe does not care about good or evil.”

His eyes burned with blazing intensity.

”It only cares about power.”

At that moment, the radiant energy surrounding him erupted

violently. At the same time, the power of Devil Child Adam and Pyromancer Adam surged to their peak.

Across from them, Anarkʼs violet aura roared in defiance.

Three against one.

Fourth Realm against Fourth Realm.

Without another word, both sides moved.

And the battle resumed.