The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2082: To the Third Realm of the Crimson World (I)

Urin gazed at the Natural Inherence, the golden dagger resting in her palm. A wide smile curved across her face as she felt the raw, cosmic energy radiating from the artifact. Yet, she did not allow herself to lose focus. Slowly, her crimson eyes turned toward the battlefield below, a killing intent flashing within them.

Her gaze found Cain, the Neo-Demon who had nearly stolen her prize.

For a moment, genuine surprise flickered across her face. His broken body, which she had struck down with full lethal force, was already knitting itself back together. His internal organs, torn apart and charred, were reforming with unnatural speed.

It had been a fast attack, but her kick had carried killing intent and the might of Detonator—yet it had not been enough to end him.

She considered finishing the job. But before she could act, her attention shifted toward another presence.

Zarazel.

The True Depravita of Fear—his face had been blown apart mere moments ago. By all logic, his brain and even part of his soul should have been severely damaged, cripploig him for enough time to finish the job. Yet what she saw now was not a crippled god, but a titan of will whose face had already regenerated, his aura climbing higher by the second.

The reason soon became clear.

Behind him stood Meylin, her hands trembling, her face pale yet resolute. She was channeling every drop of her Depravita Aura into Zarazel’s body, fueling his recovery. Worry clouded her features as she glanced toward the pit where Cain had fallen, but she knew their only hope of survival was to restore the True Depravita’s strength. And so she continued, forcing more of her essence into him, burning her own reserves to quicken his regeneration.

Urin’s eyes narrowed as she analyzed the situation.

She could still fight—but the Power of Fear was still latched deep within her body, suppressing part of her strength. Remaining here risked more than defeat; it could cost her life.

After a brief moment of deliberation, the Neo-Angel smiled. Her expression was sharp and victorious as she looked one last time at the battered figures below.

"As I said," she whispered, her voice carrying through the broken firmament, "we are the future. And soon, we will erase the past."𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

With those words, Urin turned away. Her flaming wings spread wide as she ascended toward the horizon, the Freedom Path ArchDeities following in her wake. Within moments, the Neo-Angel and her army disappeared into the light, leaving only silence and ruin behind.

Only after the enemy’s aura had faded did Meylin move. She teleported down to Cain’s side and immediately began channeling Depravita Aura into his body. The crimson energy flowed through him like molten fire, accelerating his regeneration.

Within seconds, Cain’s eyelids flickered open. Consciousness returned—but so did agony.

A wave of pain surged through him as he looked down to see his chest still torn open, bones and tissue reforming before his eyes. Yet he ignored the suffering. His mind sharpened, his instincts snapping into focus.

He surveyed the field around him. The once radiant Rainbow Bridge was cracked and blackened, and the surviving ArchDeities hovered in stunned silence. Their faces were grim, their auras subdued, as though the will to fight had been drained from them.

"We lost," Cain muttered, his voice low but clear.

The words hung heavy in the air.

They had indeed lost.

Despite their advantage in the ArchDeity’s battlefield and their initial success—despite Zarazel’s terrifying power after triggering Redemption Incarnation—everything had unraveled the moment Urin revealed her true might as Neo-Angel. Her Detonator ability had changed the nature of the battlefield itself. Even Zarazel, the strongest warrior of the Life Path in the Second Realm, had been overwhelmed.

And in the final moment, when victory had been within reach, the Neo-Angel had seized the Natural Inherence before their eyes.

"Let’s move."

The deep, gravelly voice of Zarazel broke the silence.

The True Depravita of Fear rose into the sky, his expression unreadable. He turned without another word and began flying away.

But those who could perceive The Flow—Cain and the Enlightened One—felt the turbulence within him.

It was not rage. Not despair. It was something colder, heavier—disbelief.

Zarazel had faced defeat before. Failure was part of growth, and he had never feared it. But this... this was different. This was the first time he had been defeated as a True Depravita, the first time an opponent of equal cultivation had proven superior. It was a wound that pierced deeper than any blade.

The other ArchDeities said nothing. One by one, they followed their leader, silent and somber. None could erase from their minds the sight of Urin holding the golden dagger, radiant in her triumph. None could forget the feeling of their own helplessness before her new Supreme Race—the Neo-Angels.

Cain took several minutes before he could stand again. His healing was far from over, but he could already move. He rose into the air beside Meylin, his expression cold and distant.

They flew toward the Enlightened One, and the three exchanged silent nods.

They all knew what came next. The timeline for their journey into the Third Realm was approaching rapidly, and staying together was wise.

There was one small consolation in their defeat. The battle above the Rainbow Bridge had claimed the lives of several ArchDeities from the Freedom Path. It would take time before they could mount another full-scale assault. Their Divine Kingdoms, for now, would remain safe.

As the days turned into weeks, the surviving ArchDeities began to scatter, returning to their domains or fortresses. Their departures were wordless, their expressions grim. The echo of the battle—its chaos, its fear, its awe—lingered in their hearts. None would forget the birth of the Neo-Angel Race.

Cain didn’t blame them for their silence. He, too, was haunted.

The encounter with Urin had shaken him to his core. Her strength had been overwhelming, her conviction absolute. The Detonator had nearly erased his existence—and had she not been weakened by Zarazel’s Power of Fear, she might have destroyed not just his body but his True Name, annihilating him entirely.

Not to mention that his mind was still realigning as he attempted to understand the origin of the Neo-Angel Race and their connection to the Neo-Demons.

He clenched his fists as they soared through the broken skies.

Things were growing far more dangerous than he had imagined, and deep in his soul, Cain knew one truth above all others.

This was far from over.

The Third Realm awaited—and whatever horrors it held would make this battle seem like the calm before the storm.