The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1731

Chapter 1731: Loss of cultivation
“Enjoy being crushed to oblivion!”

A voice filled with venomous hatred echoed across the shattered battlefield as the figure of Divine Calamity emerged from the devastation. The Omega Clone was in a truly pitiful state; the entire right side of its body was virtually pulverized after receiving the overwhelming force of Cain’s redirected energy.

However, even without considering these physical injuries, the clone was no longer capable of continuing the fight. To summon that artificial black hole, it had been forced to sacrifice its very energy core, leaving it weakened beyond immediate repair.

“It will most likely take me millions of years to rebuild the Omega Clone—but it was worth it!”

Divine Calamity felt a painful pang in his heart, lamenting the immense wealth and resources that had been lost to sustain the Omega Clone. Yet, that sense of loss was swiftly overshadowed by a sadistic satisfaction as he peered into the depths of the black hole.

With vicious delight, he watched as Cain’s very atoms and spiritual particles were being crushed beneath the monstrous gravitational force. It was absolute destruction, inescapable even for someone as talented as Cain.

“Sixth Gear.”

These words never physically left the confines of the black hole, yet Divine Calamity clearly heard them resounding through the fabric of reality itself.

Within the singularity, Cain’s heartbeat accelerated exponentially, pounding like war drums capable of shaking the heavens. His skin transformed into a metallic crimson hue as blood gushed profusely from his eyes, ears, nose, and every wound that marred his battered body.

“Hahahahaha! Useless!” Divine Calamity burst into mocking laughter, his voice dripping with disdain. “No matter how strong or fast you become, you cannot overcome the gravitational weight of a thousand collapsing suns!”

However, as those scornful words escaped Divine Calamity’s lips, he suddenly noticed the faint silver star on Cain’s forehead fully materialize, shining with extraordinary brilliance.

Time itself seemed to freeze, and an aura of incomparable power—one the Everstrife Empyrean World had not witnessed for billions of years—swept outward with unstoppable force.

Within the heart of the black hole, Cain, previously crushed into a bloody sphere, regained freedom of movement. His crimson eyes burned with resolute defiance as he locked gazes directly with Divine Calamity.

“The sky cannot cage the wind—and not even a black hole can imprison a Primordial.”

Divine Calamity’s eyes widened in genuine terror. Having lived for tens of millions of years, he had experienced countless miraculous and horrifying events—things that even the strongest Prima Deities could scarcely imagine—but nothing in all his existence had ever shocked him to this degree.

“ZNNNNNNN!”

A resounding noise, like the tearing of reality itself, reverberated across the Endlessdeath Continent as Cain forcefully shattered the immense gravitational pull of the black hole.

Immediately following this deafening sound was another, equally horrifying: the unmistakable sound of flesh being brutally pierced.

Divine Calamity’s entire body trembled uncontrollably as utter disbelief flooded his face. Cain stood before him, having moved faster than perception itself allowed, his crimson-red arm piercing directly through the Omega Clone’s chest.

Without hesitation, Cain’s fingers wrapped around the clone’s heart, crushing it mercilessly into a bloody pulp.

The Omega Clone convulsed violently. Losing the energy core had already robbed it of spellcasting abilities, but now, with its heart destroyed, it didn’t even possess the strength to remain airborne.

Yet, Cain’s brutal assault was far from finished. His eyes blazed with sinister crimson flames as he summoned the Scarlet Throne behind him.

For the first time, Divine Calamity truly gazed upon that ancient throne, and terror gripped his very soul. Every instinct screamed at him to instantly annihilate the fragment of his ego within the Omega Clone.

But it was already too late.

The gates of the Scarlet Throne opened, and Cain, without a shred of mercy or hesitation, hurled the Omega Clone inside. The moment the clone crossed the threshold, the connection to the outside world was irrevocably severed, and the fragment of Divine Calamity’s consciousness was consumed utterly by the throne’s insatiable power.

As the Omega Clone was assimilated, Cain experienced an overwhelming rush of spiritual energy and vitality surging through his mind, body, and soul. This rejuvenating wave staved off the catastrophic backlash of Sixth Gear just enough for him to escape.

With barely a fraction of strength left, Cain ascended into the sky, activating Blood Burst and burning his life force and blood to transform himself into a blazing comet of energy.

This final effort catapulted him from the Endlessdeath Continent at speeds that defied comprehension, even for Prima Deities.

…

Far away, within the sacred cultivation realm where the true Divine Calamity resided, a heart-rending scream of unbearable agony pierced the tranquility.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The loss of his Omega Clone had merely represented immense financial loss, but having a fragment of his very ego torn from him felt infinitely worse—worse than having all four limbs brutally severed.

The pain was merely the beginning; the damage to his soul was so extensive it instantly destabilized his cultivation, sending his energy spiraling dangerously out of control.

The timing could not have been worse. Divine Calamity was already on the precipice of a critical breakthrough, and this disruption shattered all his recent progress.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, clutching at his chest as his internal organs spasmed violently. He poured every remaining ounce of his willpower into stabilizing his cultivation, but even then, he couldn’t prevent it from plummeting dramatically.

Years of painstaking effort and astronomical quantities of priceless cultivation resources—all gone, wasted in a single devastating instant.

Consumed by uncontrollable fury, Divine Calamity roared with a rage that echoed thunderously throughout his sacred cultivation dimension.

“CAIN LAURIFER!”

Every fiber of his being demanded that he pursue Cain with his true body and crush the impudent insect who had inflicted upon him this unprecedented humiliation and loss.

Yet, even as his hatred blazed fiercely, he realized bitterly that he couldn’t risk leaving his cultivation sanctuary—not without first regaining control over his spiraling energy. Otherwise, the damage would become irreversible, and his cultivation would face complete collapse.

“Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”

Divine Calamity roared again, louder than ever before, unleashing a tsunami of fury and indignation that had been unmatched throughout millions of years of existence.