The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2236 Samsara Runic Set (I)

The rush of rising power was exhilarating, yet Cain did not allow the sensation to cloud his judgnt.

After only a few seconds, the overwhelming aura that surged from him began to settle, folding inward until his presence beca almost imperceptible. Even so, as he slowly exhaled and tightened his fists, he could feel the unmistakable truth pulsing through his flesh and soul: he had ascended to a realm of strength that made the impossible suddenly appear reachable.

What had seed like a suicidal mission only weeks earlier now carried-even if faintly-the possibility of survival.

Of course, caution remained paramount. One could never be too prepared for entities born beyond the veil of the universe.

Cain refused to waste even a breath of the precious ti left to him. "There are still a little more than a week before the six-month

deadline."

It was not much-certainly not enough to achieve another aningful breakthrough-but it was sufficient to refine what he already possessed.

With that in mind, Cain returned to training his Tribulation Enhancent abilities. Energy gathered in his palm, blooming into unstable flas as he attempted to awaken the elusive forty-second color. Ti flowed quietly, the Scarlet Crown wrapped in deep stillness as he worked.

He had just swallowed an unstable Revolution Fla when his eyes sharpened. Without hesitation, he vanished from the cultivation chamber.

Cain reappeared above the Scarlet Crown before reaching the void a heartbeat later, standing in endless streams of chaotic energy.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he felt how the evolution of his Inner

Universe had significantly increased his dominion over the cosmic forces surrounding him. But the expression faded almost instantly, replaced by solemn focus as he looked toward Anark.

Their gazes t. No words were needed. Together, they crossed the portal that led into the Golden Hall shaped by the Universe Will. They entered the command center and waited, but not for long.

A ripple tore through the air as a massive figure materialized. Uriel, the crimson giant of the Legio Eldritch Race, stepped into the hall. His eyes imdiately narrowed as they fell upon Cain.

Even though Cain concealed his aura, the sheer gravitational density around him-born from the Black Hole Star within his Inner Universe and Gravastar Singularity-made the surge in strength impossible to ignore.

Cain greeted him with a calm smile and motioned for him to sit. One by one, the others arrived: Amara, Cipher, Zephirax, and Arkam. Each sensed Cain's recent breakthrough, but none comnted on it. Their minds were weighed down by another matter entirely.

A silent exchange passed among them before they raised their hands simultaneously. Dozens of strange spatial artifacts appeared, each one humming with restrained power.

Cain's gaze sharpened. Through each artifact, he sensed millions of living beings-99% Divine cultivators, and among the remaining 1% nurous Third-Realm Masters, as well as several ArchDieties. The resources he had requested.

It was clear the representatives of the Six Sacred Races had not taken the mission lightly. They had scoured their Empyrean Worlds and collected an imnse number of evil cultivators. Yet for all that effort, none of them stepped forward to hand the artifacts to Cain.

They hesitated.

It was not difficult to understand why. Harvesting so many hostile cultivators had cost them dearly. They were unwilling to surrender

such valuable resources without certainty that Cain would keep his word.

Cain observed their stiff expressions and felt a subtle sigh rise in his chest. Their reluctance revealed just how far they remained from becoming a unified force.

"If they are not able to trust even with these resources, then how can I lead them into battle?" The thought flickered in his mind, but he did not linger on it. Trust was not built in a day. They were still far from the cohesion he envisioned, but he would guide them there- dragging them forward by the throat if necessary.

"Hand the resources," Cain said calmly. "I will enter a dinsion inside my Inner Universe, but I will not leave this hall."

The group exchanged glances. The mont the words sank in, their hesitation dissolved. They sent the spatial treasures toward Cain.

A flash of thrill crossed his eyes as he received them, and he barely suppressed the rising excitent. Cain knew precisely what these millions of souls represented and what step forward they would allow him to take.

But excitent had its place. This was not the ti for distraction. His expression sharpened, and he nodded respectfully to the powerhouses of the Six Sacred Races before placing a hand on Anark's shoulder. The two vanished instantly.

The others tensed, scanning the Golden Hall, but their nerves eased

when they saw a spatial anchor hidden among the layered folds of space. To them, it seed Cain had anchored a dinsion of his Inner Universe to the hall, just as he had promised.

Of course, that anchor did not lead to his Inner Universe. It led to the Samsara Arsenal Module.

Cain and Anark soared through the sky of the Third Level, moving swiftly until they reached the Samsara Sacrificial Ground. This was Anark's first ti standing before the Samsara Fla, and even the

True Primordial of the Void-who could face the Heart of the Root without hesitation-fell silent. Awe flickered across his normally impassive face.

Cain smiled faintly. It was impossible for anyone, regardless of their realm, to gaze upon the purple fla of the Samsara Lord without feeling reverence. Few forces in existence could equal its majesty. But there was no ti to bask in wonder. What ca next was too

important.

"If the numbers are sufficient," Cain murmured, "I will complete a full set for the first ti."

A solemn, almost hopeful light glimred in his eyes. With a wave of

his hand, he released the contents of the spatial artifacts. Millions of wicked cultivators from five Empyrean Worlds materialized above the sacred ground, their screams swallowed instantly by the purple inferno waiting below.