The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1259

Chapter 1259: True danger Chapter 1259: True danger As the Hateful Essence reached its critical point, Cain felt no dread or apprehension; he knew what to do.

Hatred was a nasty, toxic, and corrupting emotion that could easily harm and twist one’s thoughts and sense of reality.

It did not obey reason and could rise and grow for the most stupid reasons.

But despite all that, it was a normal emotion.

Sentient beings felt hatred for a myriad of causes, and denying or suppressing it was never the right choice.

His heart was clear as he took a deep breath, honing his mind and soul to the Hateful Essence.

This time, he did not attempt to forcefully expel or vanquish it.

Instead, he focused all his strength on giving it a flow, a direction, a path through his body and mind.

The Hateful Essence was ready to morph into those ghastly hands that would grip the scarlet dragon from within, but under Cain’s control and guidance, they began to revolve around his body, forming a spiral.

The Hateful Essence adopted the form of a twister inside him, slowly converging around his stomach, transforming into a small, solid sphere of cold black ice.

A small smile appeared on Cain’s face as the constant barrage of Tornadoes of Hatred, and the flooding Hateful Essence were finally overcome.

“I had to learn to control hatred, wielding it as a tool of cold precision rather than a force of reckless destruction,” he mused.

A sense of enlightenment washed over Cain’s mind as he gazed at the ice sphere growing larger and larger inside his body.

After fifteen minutes, his eyes grew sharp as he focused on that small sphere, channeling its power before unleashing a single palm strike forward.

A black wave emerged from his palm, blasting all the Tornadoes of Hatred away.

This time, the attack managed to shatter the shards that composed them, stopping their regeneration.

Cain’s smile widened as he saw no more enemies appear around him-a meaningful success in the trial and a sign that it was finally time to move forward.

The scarlet dragon carried on, moving through the frozen terrain of the Frozen Abyss, gazing at the surroundings with a keen sense of danger but also appreciating the majestic scenery.

Jagged ice formations jutted out like crystalline daggers, catching the pale light and casting intricate patterns across the ground.

Towering glaciers loomed in the distance, their colossal forms shifting and groaning under their own immense weight.

The wind howled, carrying with it tiny ice particles that shimmered like stars against the gray, stormy void above.

Despite the biting cold, there was a serene beauty to the landscape that Cain couldn’t help but admire.

As he passed the midpoint of the sixth level, Cain’s eyes grew sharp as he noticed a white gate in the distance, similar to the ones he had witnessed in the Molten Crucible and the Sanguine Area.

However, the aura of this one was different, as it seemed to stir something deep within his soul.

A slight frown appeared on the face of the scarlet dragon; he could not quite pinpoint the nature of the reaction, and the white gate was still too far away for him to get a clear picture of its power.

So, he continued moving forward.

The white gate became more and more distinct in Cain’s sight, and just as he was two hours of flight away, his eyes widened.

He immediately stopped, anchoring himself to his position, not daring to move a single step forward.

Cain clenched his fists as he looked ahead.

In his sight, there was only a frozen tundra with nothing visible, but deep inside, he knew that something horrible awaited him.

The reaction came not just from his instincts but was a sensation the Frozen Abyss triggered within him.

‘It’s warning me.’ A solemn light appeared in Cain’s eyes as that thought crossed his mind.

It became clear to the scarlet dragon that the next trial would be unlike the others.

“There is no turning back from this point.

I will either succeed or break.” The scarlet dragon understood that the Frozen Abyss was making it clear that it was either win or die in the next clash and that by stepping forward, he acknowledged the risk.

Cain could not help but frown as he considered his next move.

In most of the trials he had encountered so far, he had been forced to retreat and gain a better understanding of the forces he faced before fighting once more.

But that wasn’t an option in the upcoming challenge, making things much more complicated and, for the first time, putting his life in real danger.

After some minutes of contemplation, Cain decided not to move forward immediately.

Of course, that did not mean he was giving up, but before he could face the next trial, he wanted to push his understanding of the Oniric Truth of Hatred as far as he could.

Descending to the frozen ground, the scarlet dragon adopted a meditative stance, his mind clear of any thought or distraction as he embraced the essence of the dimension forged by the Oniric Truth of Hatred.

Forty-three days went by before Cain finally opened his eyes.

His mind was clear, and his understanding of the Oniric Truth of Hatred had advanced as much as it could.

More meditation would not improve his power so it was time to tackle the next trial.

The scarlet dragon did not rise into the air but instead calmly walked forward, his instincts still screaming about the danger, but he maintained a clear mind, not letting any form of distraction cloud his decisions or perceptions.

As he moved closer to the white gate, the atmosphere grew heavier.

The air seemed to thicken, and the coldness penetrated deeper, reaching not just his scales but his very soul.

Yet Cain remained steadfast, each step measured and deliberate, until finally, after walking for a few thousand meters, the frozen ground beneath him burst to pieces.