The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1298

Chapter 1298: Consuming the Sun Lord Chapter 1298: Consuming the Sun Lord “Boy, would you want to obtain the insight and soul force of the Sun Lord?” the Demon King asked, his deep voice reverberating through the grand hall.

Cain’s eyes widened as he heard those words.

He couldn’t help but turn his gaze toward the black cocoon that held the Sun Lord captive.

Immediately, a great hunger appeared in his eyes.

The idea of devouring that soul was intoxicating.  However, Cain was neither crazy nor rash.

He understood that he was not dealing with a simple Legend.

Consuming the soul of the Sun Lord was a perilous endeavor.

“My Legendary Innate Ability allows me to consume the souls of others, obtaining their memories and Legendary Innate Abilities,” Cain mused aloud, his brow furrowed in contemplation.

“But would it be safe for me to consume that soul?” He glanced back at the Demon King, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

“The Sun Lord could control that fragment of his soul force across an impossibly vast distance, and I do not doubt that the powerhouse could play some trick on me if I were to try to consume it.” An approving light appeared in the left eye of the Demon King as he observed Cain’s caution.

He was glad to see that the young man could keep his gluttony in check and consider the bigger picture.  “If you were alone and tried to consume it, it would definitely spell doom for you,” the Demon King acknowledged, his tone grave yet reassuring.

“But I will help you.

I will channel my power through your soul.

That way, I will be in charge of the consumption and can make sure everything goes well.” Cain felt a thrill surge through him.

A smile spread across his face as he nodded eagerly.

The risk of allowing the Demon King to interact with his soul was significant, but he reasoned that the Demon King was more than powerful enough to force his way if he wanted.

There was no real reason for deception.  “Excellent,” the Demon King declared.

“Then you two, adopt a meditative position before me and let your minds free.” Cain and Meylin immediately followed the Demon King’s guidance.

They sat on the cold stone floor, closing their eyes as they took deep breaths to calm their minds and hearts.  The Demon King first focused on Meylin, his left eye glowing with a dark, ethereal light.

“I will now impart the Prima Depravita Inheritance to you and provide you with pure Depravita Essence,” he intoned solemnly.

“You must follow the guidance and take this new power into your mind and soul, allowing it to flow through you.

Choose an emotion you can take as the foundation of your path.” He paused, his gaze piercing as he continued, “Choose not the one you think is more powerful but the one that fits better with your personality.

Remember, your goal is not just to fall into this negative power but to take reign over it and rise above its nature.” Meylin’s eyes were razor-sharp and filled with absolute determination.

She nodded to the Demon King, understanding the gravity of the gift and the responsibility that came with it.

Seeing the young woman was ready, a stream of dark fog emerged from the Demon King’s left eye, swirling ominously before enveloping Meylin.

The energy and spirit force flooded into her soul, seeping into every corner of her being.

She felt a chill run down her spine as the Depravita Essence intertwined with her own energy.

Cain watched in awe, amazed by the purity and potency of the forces being bestowed upon Meylin.

He could sense the transformative effect it was having on her, yet he did not have time to dwell on it as the Demon King’s focus shifted to him.

“Are you ready?” the Demon King asked, his voice echoing within Cain’s mind.

Cain met his gaze and nodded without hesitation.

“Yes.” “Then let us begin.” In the next instant, Cain felt a dark soul force flood his soul dimension.

It was as if a torrent of shadow had cascaded into his very essence, reaching all the way into his black hole-the core of his power-and taking control of it.

He did not fight back; instead, he surrendered willingly, trusting in the Demon King’s guidance.  Once the Demon King’s soul force had taken hold of Cain’s black hole, it channeled its gluttonous power through it.

A dark whirlpool materialized within the Eye of Gluttony.

This whirlpool connected directly with the black cocoon that held the Sun Lord captive.

Streams of white radiant soul fragments began to emerge from the cocoon, drawn inexorably into the Eye of Gluttony.

Each particle shimmered with an otherworldly light as they passed into Cain’s black hole, flawlessly fusing with his soul.  Suddenly, memories began to flood Cain’s mind.

The first scene unfolded before him: a young boy, no more than five years old, stood over another child.

Without warning, he brought a rock down upon the other child’s head with brutal force.

The sickening crunch echoed in Cain’s ears as he witnessed the act through the boy’s eyes.

Blood splattered, and the victim collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

The boy rifled through the dead child’s pockets, retrieving a shining gem.

A surge of exhilaration coursed through him as he clenched the treasure in his tiny fist.

He immediately turned and ran, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as the wind whipped against his skin.

The raw brutality and coldness of the child took Cain aback.

But what baffled him even more was that he could feel the young boy’s excitement and thrill-the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the rapid heartbeat, the sensory details of the environment.

He was not just observing these memories; he was reliving them.

The level of immersion was unparalleled.

It was an assimilation that was hundreds, if not thousands, of times more advanced than anything he had experienced before.

The boundaries between his own consciousness and that of the Sun Lord were blurring.

A thrilling smile crept onto Cain’s face as he decided to let go of his reservations.

He immersed himself completely in the memories, allowing every ounce of insight and understanding of the Sun Lord to wash over his soul.

He witnessed the boy’s evolution-each memory a stepping stone in the path of darkness that had forged the Sun Lord.

He saw the boy grow into a cunning youth, manipulating those around him for personal gain.

Scenes of betrayal, deceit, and ruthless ambition played out in vivid detail.

Cain felt the calculated coldness, the lack of remorse, and the insatiable hunger for power that drove the Sun Lord.