The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1521

Chapter 1521: Arrival of the Third Realm life form Chapter 1521: Arrival of the Third Realm life form Cain’s eyes burned with determination and conviction.

He intended to push his Rebirth Heart and Evolution Core to their absolute limits to gain access to the wondrous energy sources lying just beyond his reach.

However, before plunging back into cultivation, he paused, casting his gaze across the sea of evil treasures that the Sky Sovereign was inlaying with runic designs.

Even though Cain was no runemaster, he could tell the formations taking shape were undeniably potent.

“How long until you’ve finished engraving Echo Runic Formations on the evil treasures?” he asked.

The Sky Sovereign, still monitoring the golden runic lines restraining the Karmic Seal, turned to Cain.

A glint of concentration flickered in the phantom’s eyes.

“I’ll be done twenty days before the Karmic Seal overcomes my runic obstruction,” the ancient being replied.

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of Cain’s mouth when he heard that.

“Excellent,” he remarked before refocusing on the second task he had assigned to the Sky Sovereign.

“What about our side project?” Though still somewhat conflicted about Cain’s ultimate plan, the Sky Sovereign nodded in acknowledgment.

“It was fairly simple, so I’ve already finished,” he said.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he manifested a set of majestic golden runes, each radiating intricate arcs of power.

Cain’s smile widened, a thrill coursing through his heart.

“So we have time to create a new runic formation,” he added, looking almost mischievous.

The Sky Sovereign’s eyes narrowed as he studied the young man, obviously trying to decipher the mind of someone he considered borderline mad.

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Days melted into weeks as Cain immersed himself in relentless training.

More than three months ticked by.

The Purgatory Volcanic Range remained as desolate as ever-its black lava flows spewing toxic fumes that would kill most lesser cultivators.

Suddenly, a subtle fluctuation in space shimmered into being above one of the largest volcanoes, and Cain appeared in a burst of astral light.

A majestic cape draped across his shoulders, and a glorious crown rested on his head.

Both were World Treasures, fused to his Sacred Organs to amplify his Star Power and Fire-type spells.

Apart from these items, he wore no additional armor.

His eyes held an absolute, unwavering determination as he surveyed the volcanic terrain below.

Although the Karmic Seal would not fully reawaken for a few more days, Cain had run out of time to continue training.

It was time to implement every contingency he and the Sky Sovereign had planned.

Taking a deep breath, he recalled all the steps of his elaborate preparation, then darted across the mountainous region, planting runic formations at strategic points.

Each rune was gleaned from the Sky Sovereign’s store of knowledge, carefully laid out to maximize synergy with the violent environment.

Finally, Cain returned to the volcano holding the Tier 9 Astral Supremacy Star-still sealed within the Sky Sovereign’s corpse-and tampered with the black lava that coursed through its depths.

It took Cain several days to complete his plans.

By the time he was finished, the entire Purgatory Volcanic Range had effectively become one massive trap.  “Of course,” Cain mused, “they’ll probably guess I’ve done something to modify the environment, but why would a Third Realm life form fear such trivial efforts?

In their eyes, even a Peak Divine Transcendence cultivator is just an ant.” A flicker of murderous intent flashed across Cain’s heart at the thought, though he kept his outward composure.

“We’ll see how much an ‘ant’s’ bite can hurt,” he murmured quietly.

Yet he refused to let anger distract him from his final tasks.

Once more, he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as the golden runic obstruction suppressing the Karmic Seal abruptly vanished in his Soul Dimension.

The cosmic tracking tool flared to life, and whoever had placed it could now pinpoint Cain’s location precisely.

Not even an hour had passed before Cain’s instincts roared with a warning as if an unimaginably powerful threat were rapidly nearing from the direction of the Gu Sect.

“So my guess was correct,” Cain murmured, a look of calm resignation crossing his face.

There was no surprise that the source of his pursuer lay within the Gu Sect-he’d long suspected a hidden master from there.

Rather than worry that it might be someone from his own organization, a small smile of grim anticipation curled his lips.

“I didn’t waste my time implanting Leviathan Shadows in those people, then,” he said to himself.

With a silent command, Cain activated mental orders tied to the three Divine Transformation Masters and two Divine Transcendence Masters he had subjugated earlier.

The scheme that involved those people was a truly dangerous bet, but Cain knew it was necessary.  After that, Cain closed his eyes again, feeling the imminent danger closing in on his location.

Yet his mind remained serene, his energy cycling smoothly through his body and Inner World at unprecedented levels of efficiency.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Cain snapped his gaze skyward.

“It’s arrived,” he declared, standing atop the volcanic surface with unwavering resolve.

No sooner had the words left his lips than the dark clouds shrouding the Purgatory Volcanic Range began to split.

For more than a hundred thousand years, the region had languished under perpetual gloom, but now that darkness parted to reveal a colossal hand descending from the sky.

Its skin glowed a radiant shade of blue, akin to sapphire energy given physical form.

Yet the aura it carried was brighter than the sun, exuding a terrifying scale of power that defied comprehension.

With shocking speed, the gargantuan hand plummeted toward the volcanic ground, radiating murderous pressure that caused the earth to fracture and nearby volcanoes to erupt in violent bursts.

Lava geysers shot into the air, and rivers of molten rock splashed across the terrain, devastating everything in their path.

Cain felt the fabric of space-time around him lock down, sealing away any chance of escape.

The unstoppable hand reminded him of the golden palm he had witnessed years ago descending upon the Golden Lake Avatar.

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