Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Chief Sacred Palace.
The palace was majestic and boundlessly vast, yet its furnishings were exceedingly simple: only an ancient dais cast from astral divine iron and a few tall lamps fashioned from polished skulls. Their dim, cold light lent the place a harsh, forbidding air.
Dozens of figures sat silently cross-legged upon the stone dais.
Their gazes were icy, their bodies unmoving as mountains. Terrifying auras reminiscent of the Primordial Era swirled around them, as though they had become one with the entire universe.
These were the notoriously fearsome World Envoys, the coldest blades in the God Lord's hand.
Throughout the long ages, they had spent twenty hours every day refining chaos power, without fail. Only during the remaining four hours did they enjoy a little freedom to exchange their experiences of toiling like oxen and horses... no, of serving their lord.
Such peaceful days had continued for tens of thousands of epochs.
Who could have expected the Creation Heavenly Venerable to burst onto the scene, provoking such towering fury from the God Lord that one enraged roar shattered the Net Array? Now they had to scurry about cleaning up the mess.
"Thank you all for your efforts during this time."
Seated at the center of the throne, the imposing Heavenly Chief Envoy spoke slowly. "Once this matter is settled, I will personally ascend to the Nine Heavens and petition our lord to reward your contributions."
No sooner had he finished than all the World Envoys rose, insisting they deserved no such honor.
"Eldest Brother, you honor us far too much! Relieving our lord's worries is our duty! Even through mountains of blades and seas of fire, we would never shrink back."
"In the end, this is all that damned Creation Heavenly Venerable's fault. If he