The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1645

Chapter 1645: Nightmare Kingdom’s secret
Lancer, Karter, and even Pation’s eyes widened considerably as they processed Cain’s words. Tribulation Enhancements beyond the 35th Revolution belonged exclusively to the Third Realm, meaning that even they, Prima Deities, would receive incredible benefits from such enhancements.

Not only would it greatly elevate their innate talent, but it would also thoroughly cleanse and heal any hidden injuries lingering within their bodies from past battles, triggering a drastic improvement in their overall battle prowess.

Third Realm Tribulation Enhancers were not merely rare; they were so exceedingly scarce that the trio knew of none existing throughout the entire Everstrife Continent. But Cain’s promise didn’t end there; he struck at the very peak of their greed, captivating their minds entirely.

“Lastly,” Cain spoke, his voice compelling and filled with allure, “If you manage to capture an enemy Prima Deity alive and deliver them directly to me, I will reward you with a 36 Revolution Refinement—one applied directly to your Ego Waves and Soul Forces.”

If Cain’s earlier offer had enticed them, this new promise utterly ignited their burning desire. Spiritual Tribulation Enhancement was the most intricate and challenging of all enhancements, yet also delivered the greatest possible benefit.

The proposition was especially tempting for Karter and Lancer; such a gift could potentially grant them enough strength and momentum to finally surpass the stage of Mind Over Soul and successfully ascend into Mind and Body as One.

Cain intentionally gave the three men ample time to reflect upon his offer, allowing their imaginations to wander freely about all they could achieve under his banner.

After a suitable pause, his expression abruptly shifted. Cain’s eyes became cold, deep voids devoid of emotion, casting an intense atmosphere over the room. The sudden transformation drew the trio’s immediate attention, sharpening their focus and causing their muscles to tense instinctively.

“Of course,” Cain’s voice now took on an icy tone, filled with subtle menace, “you can always refuse my offer—but I’ll interpret such rejection as an act of treason.”

The threat embedded in his words caused a wave of unease to pass through Pation, Lancer, and Karter. They exchanged tense glances, their eyes briefly shimmering as they communicated silently, weighing their limited options. Finally, reaching a consensus, they turned back towards Cain and nodded solemnly.

“We will fight alongside you,” Pation stated clearly, his voice steady yet cautious. “We only hope that our efforts are appropriately rewarded.”

Cain regarded their wary expressions and nodded lightly. Though their loyalty was still based purely on self-interest, it was enough—for now.

“Fair enough,” Cain replied calmly, accepting their conditional loyalty. “We march one month from now. Ensure that the army is fully prepared by then. I will make additional preparations myself and will return before the march begins.”

Without waiting for a response, Cain took a single step forward, instantly vanishing from the chamber. His presence rapidly dissipated from within the Gu Sect, leaving the trio of Third Realm Masters to reflect in silence.

The rapid progression of events had left them feeling bewildered. Mere moments ago, they were supreme beings at the peak of a Lord-tier organization, beholden to no one. Yet now, unexpectedly, they found themselves beneath the rule of a powerful king—one whose heart burned with a clear thirst for conquest and war.

Though each man harbored mixed feelings about their sudden subservience, none dared voice these thoughts openly. Cain’s power and mystery were so profound that they couldn’t be certain he wasn’t still monitoring them in some unknown manner.

Besides, there was no genuine trust or friendship among the three men, each preferring caution over rash disclosure of their innermost reservations.

“Let’s move forward with the preparations,” Pation broke the tense silence. “The sect is already fully assembled, which will save us valuable time.”

Karter and Lancer nodded grimly, pushing aside their unease and quickly immersing themselves in the strategic planning for the impending war.

Cain, meanwhile, had already traveled far beyond their reach. He hadn’t vanished merely to eavesdrop on their conversation; such a trivial task held no interest for him. Instead, he flashed across the Everlife Continent at incredible speeds, each step folding the fabric of space, allowing him to cross massive distances within mere breaths.

Yet, despite his unmatched velocity, the continent was so immense that it still took nearly fifteen minutes of rapid, uninterrupted travel before Cain finally reached his destination.

It was a colossal kingdom, a sprawling domain entirely constructed of dark, metallic stone. This immense structure cast a gloomy, forbidding aura over the colossal mountain upon which it rested.

The kingdom emanated an intimidating yet solemn energy, oppressive not because of inherent evil but due to the profound force radiating from the gothic-style castle at its very center.

“Nightmare Kingdom,” Cain whispered softly, identifying the place. His destination after leaving the Gu Sect was none other than the ancestral kingdom of the Night Prince—founded long ago by the Reverend Madness himself, intended as a legacy for his descendants.

The ominous aura of the Nightmare Kingdom was unsettling for most visitors. Yet, its inhabitants had long grown accustomed to such an atmosphere, hardly noticing its presence. Even Divine Transcendence Masters rarely paid any attention to the unusual energy surrounding this place, let alone Prima Deities, who dismissed it entirely.

However, Cain possessed the fragmented memories of Reverend Madness himself, and he knew there was far more beneath the kingdom’s ominous exterior than mere appearances suggested.

Ensuring he remained undetected, Cain moved silently downward, effortlessly sinking beneath the surface of the mountain. He didn’t move directly downward; instead, he maneuvered through a series of secret and hidden passageways concealed expertly within the mountain itself. His path twisted unpredictably—shifting left and right, sometimes doubling back entirely before continuing deeper.

The maze-like arrangement of passages was so intricate and carefully hidden that even Peak Prima Deities would find it impossible to navigate without deep knowledge.

After nearly an hour spent navigating these winding, secret routes, Cain’s eyes brightened sharply as he spotted a blinding radiance ahead. With a final burst of speed, he passed through the brilliant barrier, stepping into a massive hidden dimension concealed deep underground.

It was an enormous, isolated cave, completely sealed off from the outside world. Countless stalactites glowed vividly, radiating gentle, multicolored hues, while vast veins of precious ores spread majestically across the cavern walls, shining with a mesmerizing brilliance.

Yet, despite the breathtaking splendor of this underground wonder, Cain’s attention was drawn solely to the massive corpse that sat slumped against a shattered throne.