The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1527

Chapter 1527: Third Realm Domain Spell Chapter 1527: Third Realm Domain Spell Even with a torrent of world energy surging through his veins, Cain could feel his body burning with an itching exhaustion.

His limbs ached, and his lungs struggled to draw breath; still, a determined light shone in his eyes.

He refused to collapse.

The truth was that forcing an immediate 31 Revolutions Refinement on himself had been a desperate move, and he knew its costs.

That was the strongest Revolution Flame he could invoke, and once its healing effects subsided, he would have no further means of repairing his body or replenishing his soul force in the short term.

Under normal circumstances, he might have used a weaker version-perhaps 30 Revolutions-to keep the 31st to heal after all this was over.

However, the damage he had suffered was so extensive, and the drain on both his life force and soul force so severe that a weaker technique would have been futile.

From Cain’s perspective, it was all or nothing.

‘At least I still have a decent amount of power left in my Alter-Ego,’ he thought, drawing in a ragged breath.

‘That makes sense: the might of my Ego Eternal Path of Power far surpasses the other two I’ve cultivated.’ That flicker of thought, brimming with self-reassurance, vanished as quickly as it had arisen.

Cain tightened his grip on the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd, squared his shoulders, and steeled himself.

Even after every bone in his body had been broken, after he had nearly exhausted his life force and soul force, and after watching the woman rapidly regenerate from the injuries he inflicted, he was ready to launch himself back into the fight.

There was no retreat.

Star Power and Laws flared around Cain, merging with the flames from his Tribulation Enhancement.

A continuous stream of world energy still flowed into his body-enough to keep him going.

The woman, hovering in the sky, widened her eyes in disbelief as Cain rocketed toward her yet again.

How could he continue fighting so fiercely when all logic insisted he should be incapacitated or dead?

“Why don’t you just die!” she screamed, allowing the fury she had suppressed to pour forth.

Her rage manifested in a tidal shockwave of cosmic power, colliding with Cain and knocking him out of the air.

He slammed into the ground but miraculously landed on his feet, plowing twin furrows into the earth as he skidded backward.

Looking around, Cain saw something that sent a bolt of horror through his heart.

The entire Purgatory Volcanic Range appeared to warp and shift, transforming from a land of black lava and scorching heat into a boundless expanse of living, shifting water.

Where once stood volcanic peaks spewing toxic smoke now churned a roiling sea that glimmered with an almost divine radiance, and he was at the center.

“Third Realm Domain Spell: Oceanic Genesis!” the woman bellowed, her voice booming with unrestrained might.

She thrust her arms wide, commanding the endless waves to rise and crash.

Mountains of water poured over the molten fields, crushing remnants of volcanic rock and cinders as though they were mere twigs.

The resulting tides surged around Cain, giving him mere seconds to react.

Cain’s eyes widened in panic as the unstoppable waves surged forward.

He could sense their titanic force, a primordial onslaught that dwarfed any technique.

There was no chance of blocking or redirecting it.

He reflexively channeled all his power power into his legs, launching himself skyward in a desperate attempt to clear the onrushing tide.

However, the swirling foam and crashing water were simply too vast and too fast.

In a moment of breathtaking ferocity, the waves collided with him head-on.

Water pressure slammed into Cain’s body like a colossal boulder, nearly snapping his bones anew.

He gasped as he plunged beneath the roiling surface, tossed helplessly from one wall of water to another.

Each underwater current felt like a monstrous hand dragging him deeper, away from air and hope.

No matter how frantically he thrashed, the domain’s currents felt impenetrable.

High above, the woman floated serenely in her newly created oceanic sky.

A cold, vindictive smile tugged at her lips.

She had wanted to remain composed, aloof-like a divine force delivering judgment without emotion.

However, the aftereffects of Cain’s persistent defiance had frayed her composure, and she openly exulted in his suffering.

She watched him struggle beneath the crushing pressure of her domain, glowering like a deity who would suffer no more insolence.

“Look at him fight those currents.

Such a worthless endeavor,” she mused, controlling the waves with minute flicks of her fingers.

“These pitiful creatures can’t comprehend the gulf between our realms.” Cain, of course, could not hear her taunts through the muffled roar of water.

If not for the lingering effects of his Tribulation Enhancement, he would have drowned already, his shattered body unable to withstand the pummeling force.

The 31 Revolutions Refinement had drawn a massive influx of world energy into his cells, enhancing his resilience.

Yet even that borrowed power was draining fast.

If he failed to break free soon, he would perish.

Frantically, he tried to stabilize himself, but every time he managed to angle upward, another current hurled him back down like an anchor.

The water domain pressed in on his ribcage and skull, threatening to crack them.

Jagged outcrops of submerged volcanic rock battered him whenever he was shoved to the ocean floor.

Above, the woman considered finishing him with a second spell.

Logically, she should blast the submerged area with a lethal wave of cosmic energy, vaporizing him instantly.

Yet some wounded pride in her heart demanded a more prolonged display of dominance.

She wanted Cain to realize the futility of his persistence-to feel himself crushed beneath the unstoppable magnitude of her realm.

So, instead of unleashing a finishing blow, she reined in her power just enough to keep him trapped in a watery tomb.

“Lay there and drown,” she muttered, her voice hushed but trembling with hateful delight.

“You and your kind belong beneath beings like me.

You’re nothing but filth-mud people who should never have risen above your station.” Sensing the erratic pulses of the ocean, Cain realized the woman was deliberately toying with him.

Her domain wasn’t just created to kill him in one fell swoop; it was designed to make him suffer.

A spark of rage lit within his chest, momentarily overpowering the black haze of suffocation.

If he had any chance to fight back, he needed to gather enough strength to break the watery prison.

“I won’t die like this… not after everything,” he told himself, though his rational mind whispered that the odds were grim.

His arms trembled as he clutched the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd, which felt heavier by the second, dragging him ever deeper.

Yet he refused to let go.

Through sheer, desperate stubbornness, he forced energy into his limbs, tapping what remained of the world energy swirling around him.

The tribulation flames still flickered faintly across his skin, fueling the final scraps of his resilience.

The oceanic currents continued pummeling him from all sides.

Each wave hammered his body, fracturing more bones, but he kept moving.

Inch by inch, he angled his body upward, mind racing as he tried to harness every ounce of world energy he could to break free of this oceanic tomb.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Redsunworld Check the image in the comments