The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1260

Chapter 1260: Not letting hatred taint you Chapter 1260: Not letting hatred taint you From the shattering ice, a haunting spectacle unfolded.

Corpses began to rise-not just a few hundred thousand, but billions of them.

They emerged like a relentless tide, their ashen forms stretching endlessly across the horizon, enveloping the entire landscape.  The air grew thick with a chilling mist, and the once-brilliant reflections of the ice dimmed as shadows swallowed the light.

The dimension itself seemed to groan under the weight of an ancient sorrow, growing dark and ominous.

Wisps of fog twisted around the skeletal figures, and a faint, mournful wailing echoed through the abyss, sending shivers down the spine.

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he beheld the sea of corpses rising from the ground beneath his feet, all of them unleashing an aura that evoked hatred in its most horrifying form.

For a moment, his instincts screamed at him to take to the skies, to put as much distance as possible between himself and the grasping hands that clawed at his feet.

But he remained grounded.

Cain’s soul was pure, honed to a razor’s edge that could surpass the mightiest Legendary sword.

The previous training had sharpened his instincts and deepened his understanding of the Oniric Truth of Hatred, so he knew what to do.

“The first test of the Frozen Abyss required me to understand how to express my hatred in a useful way.

The second required me to accept the hatred within myself, not allowing it to overcome me.

As for the third trial…” Cain thought, his resolve hardening.

Without slowing down or altering his pace for even a second, Cain continued walking forward.

His feet trod upon the corpses that filled the ground, each step deliberate and unyielding.

His eyes remained fixed on the distant white gate, sharp and unwavering, refusing to be drawn to the macabre scene around him.

The corpses clung to his legs, their bony fingers scraping against his scales, trying to pull him down.

Echoes of pain and resentment filled the air, disembodied voices whispering tales of betrayal and loss.

“Feel our despair!” But the scarlet dragon kept moving forward, pushing the corpses away with each stride.

It was not easy; Cain felt as though he were walking a tightrope stretched over an abyss, where a single misstep could lead to his downfall.

A moment’s hesitation, a flicker of doubt, and the grasp of the corpses would transform into unbreakable chains.

His mind was a fortress, impenetrable and steadfast.

As he approached the white gate, Cain’s eyes glowed with enlightenment.

“The key to the final trial of the Frozen Abyss is to flow with the hatred of the world, not allowing it to taint me as I carve my path,” he realized.

The oppressive aura pressed against him, but Cain’s spirit did not waver.

Hours passed, each one stretching into eternity as he maintained his focus.

The sea of corpses seemed endless, but he did not falter.

The whispers grew louder, more insistent, trying to seep into his consciousness.

“Give in to the hatred.” Still, Cain’s gaze remained fixed ahead.

His heartbeat was steady, his breathing controlled.

He was aware of every sensation-the cold biting at his skin, the weight of the corpses attempting to anchor him, the malevolent energy that permeated the air.

Yet, none of it penetrated the calm center of his being.

Finally, after fifteen grueling hours of walking-carefully placing every single step and not allowing the slightest distraction or hesitation to cloud his mind-Cain managed to pass through the sea of corpses.

As he stepped onto the untouched frozen land beyond, the ceiling above shifted back to its normal appearance.

The dark clouds parted, allowing a pale light to filter through, and the ominous aura that had flooded the entire dimension began to dissipate.

Only at this point did Cain allow himself to relax.

A profound exhaustion washed over him, so intense that he nearly crumbled to the ground.

“That walk was harder than any fight I’ve had before in this place.” Not even when he fought the Blood Dragon did Cain feel this much pressure.  Not allowing himself to be tainted by the hatred of the world while continuing to move forward had been one of the hardest challenges Cain had ever faced.

It was no wonder the Demon King’s Castle had warned him of the immense danger ahead.

But he had not only succeeded; he had also established the foundation for a deeper understanding of the Oniric Truth of Hatred.

After a few minutes spent regaining his breath and allowing his mind to rest, Cain showed a wide smile.

He rose into the air, flying forward at full speed for ten minutes before landing right in front of the massive white gate.

The gate was a monumental structure, towering into the heavens and carved from what appeared to be pristine ivory.

Intricate engravings covered its surface-swirling patterns that seemed to move and shift.

A colossal maw was depicted at the center of the gate.

Its jaws opened wide as if ready to consume all of existence.

The teeth were inlaid with gleaming gemstones that shimmered with an insatiable hunger.

Tendrils resembling roots or veins sprawled outward from the maw, weaving through the other carvings and pulsing faintly with green energy.

Above the maw, ancient symbols and runes glowed softly, their meanings elusive yet compelling.

They spoke of endless desire, of consumption without end.

The air around the gate was thick with an invisible force, drawing everything subtly closer, as if the gate itself yearned to swallow all that approached.

As Cain analyzed the archaic symbols and runes, his smile widened.

He finally understood why he felt such a deep connection to the gate.

“So, the final dimension is connected to the Oniric Truth of Gluttony,” he said aloud, excitement and thrill evident on his face.

Learning about the Oniric Truths granted immense benefits, and depth of understanding was far more valuable than breadth.

That was why, despite his higher understanding of the Oniric Truths of Blood and Hatred, he remained at Level 26.

His soul force and black halo had grown stronger, but it was not enough to ascend to the next level.

Yet, everything would change if he could develop true and deep insight into the Oniric Truth of Gluttony.