Imperial Palace Envoy, White Robed God King

The will within the Primordial Chaos Bloodline was like a toxin. Most of it had been filtered away by the Chaos Barrier, but an extremely small amount still seeped through.

Its effects could not be seen in a short time, but the lifespans of the powerful were practically endless, and cultivation never ceased. Over the years, the accumulated "Primordial Source Poison" could not be underestimated.

This was also why most experts of the Thunder Ancient Kingdom had vile temperaments. Even if they did not descend into madness, they were easily irritable and enraged... This was impossible in other cultivation systems. After all, having cultivated to such a realm, how could one be unable to control even their own emotions?

Of course, compared to supreme power, this price was acceptable.

Purple Thunder Pavilion's quiet chamber had remained desolate for ten thousand years.

In the corridor outside, Lei Bo stood with his hands lowered, as he had through every day and night of the past ten thousand years. His body was as motionless as the Lightning-Struck Tree in the courtyard corner, with only the occasional flicker of his eyelids proving that he was not a statue.

The long years had already worn away his initial excitement, leaving only habitual waiting.

Chaos Realm experts had long lifespans. Ten thousand years was but the flick of a finger, yet guarding a quiet chamber was dull to the extreme. He was even starting to feel drowsy, his thoughts drifting toward the rumors about a certain Elder Council Hall elder's newly acquired concubine...

Creak—

A faint scraping sound, nearly drowned out by the wind in the courtyard, exploded like thunder within Lei Bo's muddled Sea of Consciousness.

He jolted sharply, his cloudy old eyes instantly widening like those of a startled thunder beast.

His body