The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2171: Alpha-Omega Overgod Dual Cultivation Technique

"I can accept that," Cain said softly. Though guiding young Aioro would surely prove demanding, he knew that if things went well, the effort would repay itself a thousandfold.

A meaningful light flickered in Cain’s eyes as he lifted his gaze toward the skies, where the childlike World Will lingered, watching the world below with wide, curious eyes.

"Tell me, Ao," Cain asked, his tone even but edged with anticipation. "Does he have any idea what I’ll need to do to become the World King?"

Becoming a World King brought unimaginable benefits. When Cain had attained the title of World King of Aether, his cultivation had accelerated beyond comprehension, empowering his ascent through the Ranks of the Soul Realm. If he could become World King of an Empyrean World, the results would be beyond imagination. Perhaps even his very talent would evolve to a higher order.

Unfortunately, Ao slowly shook his head.

"Aioro is still young," he said. "His understanding of his own nature—and of the memories that accompany it—is incomplete. He acts mostly on instinct. He can draw upon the power of the World Will to protect the realm, triggering tribulations when its balance is threatened, but that is the extent of his conscious control."

Cain sighed and gave a rueful smile. "So it won’t be easy after all."

It was disappointing, but not unexpected. He rolled his shoulders, the faint shimmer of energy around him settling as he refocused his attention on Ao.

"You’re still able to channel the world’s vitality and energy, correct?" he asked.

It was a crucial question, one that could determine the success of his future plans. If Aioro’s awakening had restricted Ao’s access to the world’s essence, it would complicate everything.

Ao’s smile returned, calm and confident. "I still maintain control over the world’s vitality," he assured him. "I have woven my consciousness across every continent. I can draw upon their power and direct it toward you as needed. Aioro could interfere if he wished, but he trusts me. He knows I will not act carelessly or harm life without cause."

Cain nodded, satisfied. "Good. That’s all I needed to hear."

He would never ask Ao to drain the world’s essence recklessly; that kind of short-sightedness was beneath him. Every ounce of power had to serve a purpose, to build, not merely destroy.

"Then everything is in order," Cain said at last. "Thank you for the update."

He clasped his hands respectfully. Ao returned the gesture before fading away in a ripple of golden light, leaving Cain once again alone within the grand throne chamber.

The silence that followed felt heavy.

Cain drew in a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. The exhilaration of his recent power surge, the euphoric high of transcendence, was beginning to fade. In its place came the familiar, crushing weight of responsibility.

The throne room around him was vast and magnificent, but even its golden light seemed dim under the pressure of his thoughts. There were countless matters awaiting his hand, countless people expecting his presence.

He would need to meet his councilors, greet his generals, and, of course, face his family.

A faint smile curved his lips at the thought. He did miss them. But everybody knew that family gatherings could be exhausting affairs.

Before leaving the throne room, there was one more matter he needed to address: his cultivation.

Cain had already perfected his body refinement. With the Eclipse Monolith Inheritance, there existed no greater method to temper one’s physical vessel.

But the same could not be said of his other Paths of Power. His Essence Evolution and Astral Rebirth techniques were falling behind.

The Abyssal Singularity Scripture, stolen long ago from the Divine Calamity, had begun to lose its effectiveness. Worse still, for his Astral Rebirth Path, he was still relying on a mere Peak Prima Deity-level cultivation art, something utterly unworthy of his current status.

That would not do.

He needed something greater, something that could carry his Essence and Astral Paths to the same divine heights as his body.

Fortunately, he already had the means.

In the depths of his mind lay an ocean of knowledge, of Alpha-Omega Overgod techniques, salvaged from the shattered consciousness of Legion. With the assistance of the A.I. Chip Module, Cain had reconstructed the fragmented methods, purifying them until they were once again whole.

Now, they were ready.

Closing his eyes, he let his mind dive through the labyrinth of divine scripture and cosmic principles, searching for the art that resonated with his being. Countless visions passed before him—scrolls of flame, spheres of collapsing light, engines of law and void—but only one called out to him with clarity.

Its presence shone like a star among the rest.

A smile spread across Cain’s lips. He whispered its name.

"Cosmic Anvil Scripture Dual Cultivation Technique."

At once, his consciousness was filled with visions—of stars forged in hammers of gravity, of universes compressed into the hearts of gods. The Scripture’s description burned through his mind like holy fire:

"Forge a body and Inner Universe pair that endures, channels, and wields spacetime pressure as divine fuel. The greater the burden, the greater its might. Essence Evolution matures the Inner Universe into a realm equal to an Empyrean World in strength and destiny. Astral Rebirth transforms the Astral Supremacy Star into a celestial body whose gravitic will surpasses that of a black hole. Together they form a closed engine—one generates, one endures, and both refine the other, cycling endlessly toward perfection."

Even reading the words filled Cain with awe. The dual cultivation nature of the Scripture—merging Essence and Astral—was something he hadn’t seen in ages. And not just any dual art: this was an Alpha-Omega Overgod-tier technique, a masterpiece beyond the comprehension of ordinary gods.

What made it even more perfect was that Cain already possessed mastery over several of the foundational Laws the technique required. He could begin cultivation and benefit almost immediately.

"Magnificent," he murmured, eyes gleaming.

Cain lowered himself to the ground, legs crossed, palms resting on his knees. The throne room dimmed as his power condensed inward.

He closed his eyes and began.

Slowly, his energy revolved according to the profound rhythms of the Cosmic Anvil Scripture. His Essence Origin pulsed in harmony with his Astral Origin, and together they began to refine one another, melting away impurities, reshaping their cores, and deepening their connection to the fabric of spacetime.

With each cycle, Cain’s energy grew purer. Stronger. Brighter.