The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1501

Chapter 1501: Flareborn Monarch Chapter 1501: Flareborn Monarch “STOP HIM!” Diamon’s shout thundered across the dome, his voice laced with palpable panic.

He knew the odds: if Cain managed to complete this breakthrough, none of them would be leaving the dome alive.

Their frantic assault renewed, eight Peak Divine Transcendence Masters rushing Cain with lethal intent.

Yet Cain met their charge with a cold, confident smile.

He slammed his fist against the corpse of the Sky Sovereign once again, triggering yet another colossal shockwave.  This seismic pulse blasted Diamon and the other Peak Divine Transcendence Masters back to the edge of the dome, flooding the air with waves of cosmic heat and unrelenting radiation.

At the same time, Star Power surged into Cain’s body, fueling his ongoing breakthrough.

The searing air scorched the dome’s stone floor and left cracks running through its walls.

Cosmic diamonds formed from extreme pressure might have been able to withstand such force, but even this ancient battleground now groaned under the repeated star-like bursts.

Through it all, Cain’s soul force exploded outward, expanding beyond his Rebirth Heart and rising toward the cosmic laws.

Shock flickered across the faces of every Divine Transcendence Master present.

They watched in disbelief as Cain’s soul force continued to climb, bridging the gap between realms with reckless speed.

“Madman!” they shouted, voices echoing in unison.

It was the only word that made sense.

No one could believe Cain would attempt to connect with an even higher Astral Supremacy Star right in the middle of a life-or-death battle.

In the Sky Sovereign Divine System of cultivation, any breakthrough conferred a supreme attune to the principles that reigned over the system of strength and the Astral Supremacy Stars.

One could use that attunement to ease the advancement along the cosmic ladder-but it also carried dire risks.

Failing at such a critical juncture might cripple the cultivator’s future potential or, worse, destroy them entirely.

Yet Cain seemed undeterred.

He stood at the epicenter of swirling cosmic energy, forcibly drawing the star’s essence into himself while continuing to strike the Sky Sovereign’s chest to unleash shockwaves against his foes.

Though Diamon and the others fought like cornered beasts, each wave battered them, and each second gave Cain more time to push his cultivation to new heights.

Cain’s eyes burned with unwavering conviction as he immersed himself in the cosmic plane, his consciousness once again encountering the familiar presence of the Solar Pulse Star-the same star that had propelled him to his current level.

Reaching this domain before had demanded all of his might.

Now, thanks to the catalyzing effect of his breakthrough, he still retained enough strength to risk reaching the next tier.

But the distance between him and that higher realm felt infinite, a cosmic chasm that swallowed even the faintest glimmer of hope.

Yet there was no hesitation in Cain’s heart.

Instead, determination and a fierce, all-consuming willpower spurred him onward.

“ARRRGHHHHHH!” Cain’s roar reverberated in both the physical world and the cosmic plane.

His soul force surged, bridging what seemed an endless gulf toward the next rung in the Astral Supremacy ladder.

In the physical dome, Diamon’s eyes flooded with horror and dread as he sensed Cain’s soul force rapidly rising.

Logic screamed that it should be impossible for a cultivator already teetering on the brink of exhaustion to accomplish that breakthrough-but Cain was the type who shattered logic daily.  Crackling with the power of his Soul Bloodline, the snow leopard-like Deus Behemoth braved the roaring shockwaves.

A layer of ice formed around him, forging a protective shell against the star-like heat.

Step by agonizing step, he pushed forward, ignoring the singed fur and the smell of burning flesh.

The heat licked at his skin, but fear of death drove him on.

At last, Diamon closed the gap, coming within a hundred meters of Cain.

Just as he was about to attack, his heart pounded as he saw Cain’s fist pause, no longer hammering the Sky Sovereign’s chest, and he sensed Cain’s soul force freezing in place rather than continuing its climb.

An exultant smile broke across Diamon’s face-one of raw, predatory joy.

“He failed!” he breathed.

“He couldn’t pierce that final threshold.” Hope swelled in Diamon’s chest.

“Now die!” he roared, hurling himself forward.

His battle axe shimmered with sub-zero energy, ready to slice through Cain’s neck in one decisive blow.

Time seemed to crawl in those final moments.

Diamon’s axe swung downward, an arc of deadly frost trailing behind it, certain of tasting Cain’s flesh.

But just a hair’s breadth before the blade connected, Cain’s body exploded with ultra-dense Star Power-an unstoppable golden tide radiating outward in a wave.

“BOOOOOOM!” The golden burst smashed into Diamon with the force of a meteor.

The Deus Behemoth’s body whirled backward like a rag doll, slamming him into the dome’s wall.

A sickening crunch echoed as blood spurted from his mouth.  Diamon’s eyes widened in sheer despair, not just because of the pain but also because he recognized the significance of that radiant surge of energy.

“No… no, no, no, no…” Terror accompanied each word that burned in Diamon’s mind.

It was clear the higher-tier Star Power had flooded Cain’s body-so intense and pure that Cain’s singed skin and battered muscles were already healing.

The scorching injuries from the heat began sealing themselves, fresh flesh weaving over charred wounds.

Cain did not register Diamon’s crash or the horrified screams of the other combatants.

His focus had shifted wholly into the cosmic plane.

With absolute wonder, he beheld a colossal star of roiling plasma-a furious conflagration that pulsed and flared as if alive.

Its core glowed in hues of deep crimson, molten gold, and searing orange.

Tendrils of fiery light lashed out across its surface, forming arcs of solar flares and ephemeral flames that defied any mortal law of physics.

This star exuded an air of constant upheaval.

Coronal mass ejections burst outward like living serpents, submerging themselves back into its molten oceans of light.

Occasionally, these flares coalesced into shapes reminiscent of phoenixes or dragons, flickering majestically before dissolving.

Swirling around the star’s periphery were fiery storms-miniature galaxies of flame that gave the impression of unbridled, nearly divine chaos.

A name resonated through Cain’s soul-Flareborn Monarch.

A Tier 8 Astral Supremacy Star!