The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1479

Chapter 1479: Flaming Road Chapter 1479: Flaming Road Cain didn’t entertain the thought for even a moment that the group had stayed behind out of concern for him.

The Flow allowed him to read their emotions and reveal the truth-their hearts were brimming with greed.

Their lingering presence wasn’t motivated by camaraderie but by a desire to claim whatever treasure he might have retrieved.

“What made you return to the hall?” Elrick’s voice was sharp, cold, and authoritative.

Though the rest of the group stayed silent, their formation behind the Godslayer Human made their stance unmistakably clear.

Their gazes carried the weight of expectation, and their auras subtly flared in warning, pressuring Cain to answer the question or face the consequences.

“You save their lives, guide them through the challenges while Elrick repeatedly puts them at risk,” Apex’s disdainful voice echoed in Cain’s mind.

“And yet they stand with him, hoping to pressure you into handing over what you’ve earned.

If I were you, I’d kill them all here and now.” Cain’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of cold light flashing in them.

The suggestion wasn’t without merit, but it wasn’t so simple.

The group before him was made up of six Peak Divine Transcendence Masters-killing them all, especially after his grueling battle in the hall, wasn’t feasible.

There was an easier way to resolve this standoff: he could hand over the book that carried the nature of the Law of Fire, a gesture that would satiate their greed and eliminate their hostility.

But since when had Cain been the kind of person to take the easy path and allow others to bully him?

Taking a slow, deliberate breath, Cain rose to his full height.

His sharp eyes glinted with a faint, almost playful smile that unsettled his would-be opponents.

Elrick and the others expected fear, perhaps indignation, but what they received was a calm and calculated confidence.

Elrick hesitated, his brow furrowed as he glanced at the rest of the group.

Greed may have united them, but fear had begun to creep into their hearts.

Cain had done what none of them dared to attempt-survive alone against the hall’s Flaming Statues.

They had witnessed only fragments of his true strength, and the unknown loomed large in their minds.

Cain capitalized on the moment.

“It seems,” he began, his voice smooth yet weighted with meaning, “that we’re still far from the core of the Sky Sovereign’s Tomb.

I wonder how many more traps and challenges lie ahead.

And, of course, how many more times I’ll need to unravel them for us to move forward.” His words landed with precision, striking at the group’s doubts and insecurities.

From the illusions at the tomb’s entrance to the Burning Golems in the canyon, from driving off the Flaming Shadows in the labyrinth to deciphering the intricate runic formations in the hall, Cain had been the foundation of their survival.

Without him, their chances of reaching the tomb’s core were slim.

Retreat wasn’t an option, either-not after coming this far.

One by one, Auron, Mera, the Deus Behemoth brothers, and Mary exchanged glances.

Slowly, they nodded and stepped back, their expressions a mixture of hesitation and resolve.

Elrick alone stood firm, and disbelief etched across his face as his companions abandoned their stance.

For a moment, Elrick considered lashing out.

But as Cain turned his gaze upon him, an overwhelming pressure filled the air.

The glow in Cain’s eyes deepened, and for a fleeting moment, Elrick saw a vision-a massive, demonic serpent coiling behind Cain, its burning eyes filled with predatory hunger.

The illusion vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving Elrick rattled.

“Hmph.” Cain sneered softly, reining in his aura as he brushed past the stunned Godslayer.

Without a word, he redirected his attention to the path ahead.

Cain’s sharp eyes swept over the scene before him.

Stretching endlessly into the distance was a narrow path flanked by walls of liquid fire.

These fiery barriers writhed and twisted as though alive, their countless interwoven streams forming chaotic yet deliberate patterns.

Each thread of flame seemed to carry its own will, moving in unpredictable directions.

The ground was blackened stone, fractured with glowing molten veins that radiated an unbearable heat.

Standing still for too long would be impossible.

Overhead, the ceiling swirled with a vortex of flame and ash, an infernal storm that ruled out any attempt at flight.

Cain exhaled slowly, his mind racing as he took in every detail of the Flaming Road.

The fiery walls were more than they appeared; their chaotic patterns hinted at concealed traps and unpredictable attacks.

He glanced briefly at the rest of the group, who also stared at the path with a mix of dread and determination.

They understood the stakes as clearly as he did-this wasn’t a road that allowed hesitation or error.

Without a word, Cain lowered himself into a meditative posture, crossing his legs and closing his eyes.

His breathing slowed as he began to circulate his energy, repairing the strain on his body and sharpening his senses to their peak.

Preparation was paramount; once they stepped onto the Flaming Road, there would be no reprieve.

The rest of the group hesitated for a moment before following his lead.

They too began circulating their energy, healing the wounds inflicted by the Flaming Statues and replenishing their depleted reserves.

For four hours, the group remained in focused meditation.

The air around them shimmered with the intensity of their recovery efforts.

Yet even as their strength returned, their thoughts couldn’t help but drift to Cain.

Despite bearing the brunt of the hall’s trials and enduring deeper wounds and a heavier drain on his energy, Cain returned to his peak at the same time as the rest.

His stamina and recovery speed were astonishing, far beyond what they expected.

Uneasy glances were exchanged as they silently acknowledged his superiority.

None dared voice their thoughts, but the tension was palpable.

Even Elrick, his pride battered repeatedly, couldn’t deny the truth.

His jaw clenched as he watched Cain rise smoothly to his feet, his movements fluid and unburdened.