The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1649

Chapter 1649: Sorcerer
Dark Moon Eye. That was the name of Cain’s newly transplanted right eye, and its powers were nothing short of astonishing.

At its core, this eye governed three principal domains: perception, illusion, and mind inversion. Even in its most rudimentary state, the Dark Moon Eye granted Cain the ability to cast illusions so potent they bypassed standard mental resistances – illusions formidable enough to deceive Prima Deities without their notice.

It wasn’t merely about visual trickery; through the Dark Moon Eye, Cain could rewrite auditory, emotional, and even temporal perceptions of his targets.

He could do something as simple as making a distant noise appear where there was only silence, or as complex as plunging an enemy’s mind into an entirely fabricated reality, bending all five of their senses to his will. Of course, the deeper and more elaborate the illusion, the more energy it would consume, and the easier it would be for an enemy to detect inconsistencies.

“At its highest level, it evolves into something called Moonless Domain,” Cain murmured, a mixture of anticipation and dread flickering in his gaze. “If Reverend Madness had possessed this eye when we fought, I suspect that battle would have ended quite differently.”

He banished such thoughts, unwilling to dwell on the past. A fresh, frigid glint entered his gaze, revealing iron-hard resolve as he recalled everything he knew about the Sorcerer’s Hand.

In a blink, Cain vanished from the blood-stained sea, leaving carnage behind him without a backward glance.

Barely five minutes later, he appeared above a sprawling, bustling city. Silently and without anyone detecting it, his Ego Wave flooded the place. Within moments, Cain pinpointed the individuals he sought—members of the Sorcerer’s Hand—and effortlessly knocked them unconscious, transferring them into his Inner World.

No one in the city was the wiser; not a single rumor took shape. Cain felt no fear of the organization, but caution dictated that he avoid alarming them prematurely, lest they scatter like frightened mice into the deepest shadows.

Moving from one city to another with methodical precision, Cain abducted known operatives of the Sorcerer’s Hand. Once he had gathered a sufficient number, he relocated to a secluded mountain range to conduct his experiments in peace.

Through hypnotic suggestions, he extracted every shred of knowledge they possessed about the Sorcerer’s Hand, feeding that data into the analytical capacities of his [A.I. Chip Module] for further simulation.

Though consuming their souls to obtain their memories would have been faster, Cain needed these cultivators alive as test subjects.

Upon extracting the information he required, Cain summoned one hundred 33-colored flames that he had been generating during the hunt.

“BOOM.” “BOOM.” “BOOM.” “BOOM.” “BOOM.” “BOOM.” “BOOM.”

Explosions rattled the secluded valley, as blood and gore splattered across jagged rocks. Hundreds of Sorcerer’s Hand disciples perished in horrifying blasts of raw energy, batch after batch.

Cain paid the carnage no mind, devoting his concentration entirely to refining his Tribulation Enhancement techniques. He hovered above the mounting piles of remains, his black, star-laced right eye reflecting the devastation below.

By the end of the slaughter, his skill had deepened noticeably, though he remained at 33-Revolution Refinement.

“At this pace,” Cain muttered with glimmering eyes, “I’ll reach the 34th Revolution in a few more days.”

While it was still very far from his ultimate goal, there was still time and a lot of test subjects to gather.

Another point of satisfaction emerged when he opened the numerous space rings confiscated from the Sorcerer’s Hand. Predictably, this clandestine group owned a trove of wicked and esoteric artifacts, all now in Cain’s possession and destined to fuel the Samsara Flame later on.

Maintaining his momentum, Cain spread out across the Everlife Continent in search of more Sorcerer’s Hand cells. He used their memories to chart their hideouts, utilized their bodies as fodder for Tribulation Enhancement’s training, and plundered their wealth for future sacrifices. With each passing day, he ascended to a higher rung in the Sorcerer’s Hand hierarchy.

On the twenty-third day, Cain arrived at a sprawling farm in the middle of nowhere. Flying overhead, he observed thousands of people laboring in the fields, going about their daily lives. To the untrained eye, the scene seemed as normal as any humble agricultural community.

Without warning, Cain raised his index finger, conjuring a scorching orb of flame and releasing it toward the farmland. Like a bolt from the heavens, it struck with devastating force, obliterating everything within the blast radius. Entire families vanished under the roaring inferno.

Yet the blaze didn’t leave scorched corpses behind. Instead, the bodies transformed into streams of dark energy, which converged above the farmland, merging into the specter of a skeletal old man garbed in dark blue robes. His eyes were colder than a starless void, his body reeking of decay. Despite his corpse-like appearance, the horrifying potency of his soul and energy pool demonstrated he was not to be trifled with.

Cain met the old man’s gaze calmly. “So you’re the Sorcerer. Splitting your essence into thousands of incarnations, weakening your aura so no one could trace you. Ingenious.”

The Sorcerer glared at Cain with undisguised fury but refrained from attacking outright. “Cain Laurifer,” he spat bitterly, “the Monster himself. So you’re the one decimating my organization. I’ve never done anything to you. Why hunt me down like this?”

If it had been anyone else, the Sorcerer would have unleashed a merciless assault, demonstrating his sadistic cruelty. But Cain Laurifer was no run-of-the-mill foe—he was a supreme powerhouse feared across the Everlife Continent, conqueror of the Gu Sect through sheer physical dominance.

If there was even a slim chance of averting a fight, the Sorcerer would take it.

Cain locked eyes with him, starry darkness glowing faintly in his right iris. A note of righteous fervor filled his tone. “You’re evil and corrupt. I am the paragon of justice sent here to end your reign of terror.”

The Sorcerer’s brow twitched as he heard that childish reasoning. Not even a second later laughter burst forth from Cain’s lips, echoing like distant thunder.

“Hahahahahah!”