The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1514

Chapter 1514: New weapon Chapter 1514: New weapon The Sky Sovereign could not help but glance at Cain, sensing the change in the young man’s heart and mind.

All useless thoughts and worries-anything that would not aid him-seemed to have been purged, leaving behind a will focused solely on moving forward.

It took the Sky Sovereign facing his own mortality countless years ago to achieve a similar mindset, yet the youth before him seemed to have embraced it in mere moments.

“Are you really planning to fight?” Cain offered no verbal reply.

Nonetheless, the burning determination in his eyes was all the answer the Sky Sovereign needed.

Hiding like a scared animal, running away, or begging for help was no longer an option.

Cain had chosen the only path left to him.

f Fighting.

“Hah… How unlucky I must be, bound to a madman,” the Sky Sovereign commented, releasing a short laugh.

He could see from Cain’s expression that dissuading him was impossible.

Without further hesitation, the ancient soul raised his hands and began drawing upon the energy that permeated Cain’s Soul Dimension.

Waves of power rippled outward, and Cain felt the tug on his own reserves.

Though a flicker of caution surfaced in Cain’s gaze, he did not prevent the Sky Sovereign from borrowing his energy.

He merely monitored every movement the phantom made, ready to intervene if necessary.

Before long, Cain noticed the Sky Sovereign forming runes-complex, majestic symbols whose intricacy far surpassed typical runic inscriptions.

The only comparison Cain could draw was to the Rebirth Mark, which was similarly profound yet belonged to an entirely different classification.

Within minutes, the runes rose into the sky, merging with the spiderweb-like Karmic Seal floating at the peak of the Soul Dimension.

Sparks of golden light danced across the thread-like filaments of the seal, gradually merging with them.

Over the next hour, the golden glow intensified, weaving itself into the structure of the Karmic Seal until the entire sky appeared awash in shimmering brilliance.

At last, Cain felt the seal’s oppressive influence diminish.

A subtle tension he had not realized he was holding released from his body.

“Impressive,” Cain said under his breath.

He had not hidden his admiration.

The runic work the Sky Sovereign had just performed was truly remarkable.

It left no doubt that this ancient being was a deeply accomplished Runic Master.

The Sky Sovereign, noticing Cain’s genuine praise, allowed a hint of pride to show in his expression.

He then lifted his eyes to the sky, observing his handiwork with a sharp gaze.

A broad smile spread across his features as if he had just confirmed a favorable outcome.

“We’re fortunate, boy,” the phantom declared, his voice laced with a hint of relieved amusement.

“Whoever placed this Karmic Seal on you must not have been exceptionally powerful, or they didn’t invest much effort into the process.

My Golden Runic Restriction will likely hold for at least three months.” Cain could not help but allow a small smile to form on his lips.

After all the dire news he had received, any positive development was welcome.

Three months of respite might not be a long time in the grand scheme of cultivation, but it was enough to make some preparations.

“Can you start destroying it right away?” Cain asked.

He recalled the Sky Sovereign’s earlier claim that fully erasing the seal would require a year of constant work, so the sooner he began, the better.

The Sky Sovereign nodded.

Once again, he tapped into the dimension’s energy, forging a second series of runes to lay the groundwork for eventually destroying the seal.

As the phantom returned to this meticulous process, Cain’s mind swirled with his own myriad thoughts, each one centered on how to improve his chances of survival.

One idea that surfaced involved sacrificing evil treasures he had accumulated over the years.

Perhaps the Samsara Flame would grant him enough Fortune to evolve his Royal Rebirth Mark or a Gift powerful enough to shift the balance.

Yet before Cain could dwell on that possibility, the Sky Sovereign’s voice echoed once more throughout the Soul Dimension.

“Boy, since my survival depends on yours, I’m willing to lend you my strength.” Cain raised an eyebrow at the offer.

Admittedly, the words surprised him, but they made sense.

If Cain died, the Sky Sovereign’s soul would also face oblivion.

“Of course,” the phantom continued, his tone level.

“I can’t exactly fight in this form.

I don’t have the time, nor do you, to perform a full possession on a suitable body.

But I can still create runic formations to aid you.” A thoughtful light flickered in Cain’s eyes at the mention of a body.

After a few seconds of reflection, he shrugged.

“Actually,” he said, “I have your corpse.

Maybe you could use that?” The reaction was immediate.

“What?!” Shock reverberated in the Sky Sovereign’s tone.

Evidently, he had never anticipated Cain could retrieve his ancient body.

“I made sure the only path out of the tomb was too unstable for my body’s radiation to pass through,” he continued, his voice tight.

“How could you possibly have taken my corpse out?

I designed the tomb to collapse in such a way that my remains would end up sealed in fractured space, waiting for my eventual return when I was strong enough to claim them again.” Cain offered no detailed explanation.

Instead, with a silent wave of his hand, he conjured a window into the physical world.

Visible through it was the form of the Sky Sovereign’s corpse, locked within multiple layers of solidified earth.

That rocky cocoon served to contain the lethal radiation spewing from the Tier 9 Astral Supremacy Star.

“So…can you use it?” Cain asked, hope glinting in his eyes.

If the ancient being could somehow reanimate his own body-even partially-it might boost their combat potential to an entirely new level.

Unfortunately, the Sky Sovereign quickly shook his head, dashing those hopes.

“That body perished far too long ago,” he explained, his voice calm but tinged with disappointment.

“Its Soul Dimension has gone extinct, and the Sacred Organs are withered.

Manipulating it would be like operating a lifeless puppet with no connection to the Laws or energies it once possessed.

Even if my soul was at its peak, it would be futile to attempt reanimation.” He paused for a moment, letting that reality sink in.

Then, a cunning smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“However, if my corpse truly is here…then so is my weapon.”