Abyssal Thunder Stirs, God Kings Clash

Time flowed on, and nearly fifty epochs quietly passed amid the undercurrents surging through the Holy City.

Within Lei Zhan Marquis Manor, Purple Thunder Pavilion remained the calmest eye beyond the center of the storm.

Blood Hidden Elder was like withered vines rooted in solid rock, living in seclusion and rarely venturing out. On average, he left the manor only once every few epochs, and each outing was exceedingly brief, as though he merely wished to take a breath of the Holy City's boiling clamor, or find one or two fragments of rare artifacts in some inconspicuous corner of the Dark Ruins that faintly resonated with his own Great Dao before returning to silence.

Lei Zhan's prestige soared because of Blood Hidden Elder's name.

News of this mysterious retainer, who had remained unmoved under the joint probing of Empress Xuanyin and Odd Fortune Palace Master, had spread to the ears of every major Chaos Realm expert in the Holy City. Riding that momentum, Lei Zhan successfully recruited another Chaos Realm Peak guest retainer over the past fifty epochs—Marquis Void Split.

Marquis Void Split was tall and lean, with a stern face carved as if by a blade. Subtle ripples of space flowed across his silver-gray robe, as though his entire body stood in the gap between reality and the void. Most eye-catching of all was the narrow Void Sword Box on his back. Its surface was dark and dull, yet it emitted a heart-palpitating intent of severance and exile.

He cultivated the exceedingly powerful Source Great Dao of Space and possessed profound attainments in spatial severing, teleportation, and confinement. He held himself in extremely high regard.

When he first entered the manor, his gaze swept across its inhabitants with the indifference of one looking down upon ants.

Even before Lei