Swallowed Star: Lord of the Wolf

The will within the Hunyuan bloodline is like a toxin; most of it is filtered out by the Hunyuan membrane, but a very small amount still seeps in.

The effects may not be immediately apparent, but the lifespan of a powerful individual is virtually limitless, and their cultivation never ceases. Over the years, the accumulated 'Hun Yuan Poison' is not to be underestimated.

This is why most of the powerful figures in the Thunder Kingdom have terrible personalities. Even if they don't go mad, they are easily irritable and angry... This is impossible in other cultivation systems. After all, once you've cultivated to this level, it's impossible for you not to be able to control your emotions.

Of course, compared to supreme power, the price is acceptable.

……

The Zi Lei Xuan quiet room has been desolate for millennia.

Outside the doorway, in the corridor, Reber stood with his hands at his sides, just as he had for every day and night over the past ten thousand years. His figure was as still as the lightning-struck tree in the corner of the courtyard, with only his eyelids occasionally opening and closing, proving that he was not a sculpture.

The long years have worn away the initial excitement, leaving only habitual waiting.

The lifespan of a Chaos Realm expert is incredibly long; ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment. Guarding the meditation chamber is especially monotonous. He even felt drowsy, his consciousness drifting, thinking about the rumors circulating yesterday about a certain elder in the Sect Hall taking a new concubine…

squeak-

A faint scraping sound, almost drowned out by the wind in the courtyard, exploded like thunder in Reber's chaotic mind.

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

My body tensed up instinctively, almost as if I were about to adopt a defensive posture.

His gaze was fixed on the door to the quiet room that was slightly ajar.

The door is open!
The door to the quiet room, which had not been opened for millennia, has opened!
An indescribable aura, like warm steam escaping from a dormant volcano before it awakens, quietly spread out as the door cracked open.

The door was wide open.

A hunched figure, dressed in a faded gray linen robe, slowly walked out.

It was still that Blood-Hidden Old Man.

His body remained withered, his face still aged and lined with deep wrinkles, and in the depths of his cloudy eyes, the desolation accumulated over the years seemed even more profound.

but!

Reber's breath caught in his throat the moment he saw the old man clearly.

His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost leaping out of his throat! He had served the Thunder Royal Family for countless years and had seen countless powerful individuals who cultivated the Primordial Bloodline, from Chaos Realm worshippers to those renowned God Kings and elders!
The aura emanating from the Blood Shadow Elder before him... he was all too familiar with it!

That is the "richness" that will naturally emerge only after one has successfully integrated the primordial energy into oneself and built a stable power circulation system.

Like a thunderous liquor aged for ten thousand years, its domineering and violent power is deeply contained within, leaving only a unique essence that is as solid as the earth and as resilient as ancient thunderstone.

"Xue...Master Xueyin?!"

Reber's voice trembled with disbelief, dry as sandpaper, "You...you've emerged from seclusion? Your aura...you succeeded?!"

He stared intently at Xueyin, as if trying to confirm whether he was hallucinating.

World-Devouring Thunder Dragon!

That is one of the three top-tier Hunyuan bloodlines, comparable to the direct lineage of royalty!

The danger of this event is documented in bloody records within the Hall of Elders. Even for ordinary Chaos Realm cultivators with exceptional talent, who spend millions or tens of millions of years honing their will and building their foundation, the success rate of successfully drawing bloodline into their bodies and surviving is only about 30%.

And this person before us... has only been in seclusion for a little over ten thousand years?!
May you live ten thousand years!

This might be considered normal for ordinary Hunyuan bloodlines, but for those who have fused with a bloodline like the Devouring World Thunder Dragon... it's simply a pipe dream.

Reber felt that his understanding had been completely overturned.

He had seen too many prodigies fall before the Hunyuan bloodline, either becoming monsters who only knew how to destroy and were secretly executed, or having their minds shattered due to the collapse of their will.

The rich, stable, and domineering aura emanating from the Blood Shadow Elder was undeniable!

The Blood-Hidden Elder's turbid gaze fell on Reber. His gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it made Reber feel as if he were being watched by a prehistoric beast.

The hair on my body stood on end.

He immediately lowered his head deeply.

"Hmm, I've gained some insights." The Blood Shadow Elder's hoarse voice rang out, like a withered branch scraping against rocks. "Where is Your Highness?"

"Reporting to Your Highness!" Reber's voice trembled with excitement, "His Highness has gone into seclusion deep within the 'Thunder Magnetic Purgatory,' mentioning that he sensed an opportunity for advancement. This seclusion is no small matter, and his return date is uncertain! Before his seclusion, His Highness gave a strict order: if Your Highness emerges from seclusion, you may freely use all the resources within the manor. He also left an oral decree: if Your Highness is ready, you may immediately activate the imperial decree, and an imperial envoy will come to escort you!"

“Thunder Magnetic Purgatory…” A knowing glint flashed in the Blood Shadow Elder’s eyes.

Lei Zhan has a solid foundation and was already close to the peak of the Chaos Realm. He gained a lot from this abyss and now has the Heart of Thunder Origin in hand, so his breakthrough is to be expected.

He nodded slightly: "In that case, there's no need to disturb Your Highness."

His gaze swept across the courtyard, where the lightning-struck tree, which had withered and flourished at his whim, was now full of vitality, its inner lightning glow radiating from within, and even more robust than before.

He walked slowly to the center of the courtyard and sat down on an old-fashioned stone bench carved from lightning-struck wood. His movements were relaxed and natural, as if he were just taking a short rest after a tiring walk.

"Bring some 'Nine-Turn Thunder Dew'," he ordered casually.

"Yes, this old servant will go and fetch it right away." Reber felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and hurriedly bowed and retreated, his steps becoming lighter, while his heart was churning with turmoil.

Nine-Turn Thunder Dew is a top-grade nourishing divine liquid made by collecting the essence of nine different sources of thunder from the Holy City and refining them nine times. It is extremely valuable and has the effect of nourishing the soul and cleansing the body.

Is Lord Blood Shadow going to relax in this way?

This was completely different from the powerful individuals he knew who, after merging with the Hunyuan bloodline, were violent and irritable, and who spoke of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Soon, Reber presented a jade pot carved from chalcedony with great care.

The pot is half-filled with a crystal-clear liquid that sparkles with countless tiny arcs of lightning, exuding an intoxicating fragrance and pure energy.

The Blood-Hidden Elder took the jade pot, looked at the spout, and took a small sip.

The warm, refreshing liquid slid down my throat, instantly transforming into countless tiny warm currents that flowed into my limbs and bones, nourishing the subtle fatigue brought on by years of sitting still.

Wherever that warm current passed, the devouring lightning power flowing through his flesh and bones seemed to become gentler. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment before slowly opening them. The weariness in his eyes had vanished, leaving only a deep and calm gaze, like that of an ancient well.

Reber stood by, carefully attending to the old man. The Blood Shadow Elder sat quietly for about half an hour.

He did not cultivate; he simply watched the flowers and plants in the courtyard quietly, listening to the distant rumble of thunder and the clamor of the city. The concept of the cycle of life and death flowed slowly through the depths of his mind, like an invisible tide, washing away the extremely subtle yet incredibly stubborn "primordial poison" that had seeped in through the barrier of chaos.

He clearly felt the negative influence, like a leech clinging to his bones—a cold, indifferent, and subtly destructive intent lurking deep within the source of power.

It is as faint as dust, almost imperceptible, yet it silently influences one's character.

Those who cultivate the bloodline of the Origin Continent may not care at all, and may even regard it as a natural "side effect" brought about by power.

But Xueyin is different; he is a transmigrator with a cheat-like ability.

"The poison of the Primordial Will... truly is like a leech, impossible to eradicate by human power." Xue Yin murmured to himself, "No wonder the powerful figures of the Thunder Ancient Kingdom are so violent. Those who are short-sighted and focused only on power see the long-term hidden dangers brought about by the pollution of the source. This poison has accumulated deeply, and even a God-King at the ultimate realm would probably find it difficult to completely eradicate. The only way is to suppress, transform, and channel it with a stronger will and secret techniques..."

"However... the power and the price... are fair enough." Blood Shadow remained unmoved.

Compared to the power leap brought about by obtaining the terrifying bloodline of the World-Devouring Thunder Dragon, this "side effect" that requires long-term vigilance and resistance is still within an acceptable range.

Moreover, with the [Bloodline] entry on the entry panel, he can completely remove these 'Hunyuan Poisons' at any time. He is letting them accumulate now, mainly to temper his mind and will.

Yes, the secret technique of "Hundred Tribulations of Demon Refining," which had accompanied him for countless years, had reached its limit... After all, its creator was only a powerful being at the second level of the God King realm.

The second level of the God King realm is certainly very strong, but for him, who has transcended the Chaos Realm, it is no longer something that is out of reach.

"Next, I need to find a method of will that can directly lead to the ultimate realm of God King." The Blood Shadow Elder pondered to himself. If we're talking about the best secret technique of will in this Origin World, then it's definitely the "Elemental Technique"!

However, the "Art of Array Origins" is unique and has very strict conditions, making it not so easy to cultivate.

If Cangya hadn't been recognized as a master by the Star Tower, he would have thought of giving it a try, but his disciple Cangya was recognized as a master by the Star Tower... The Star Tower has a great karmic connection, even greater than the karmic connection of the "Lieyuan Technique"!

If Cangya can gain favor with the Star Tower, then the problem with "Lieyuan Technique" is probably not too big.

The bond between master and disciple is also an immense cause and effect, so Xueyin no longer thought of taking away the opportunity from his personal disciple. Wouldn't it be better to cultivate him and make him another giant in his lineage?

Moreover, with the help of a cheat system, Xueyin had already found his path to the top...

After sitting quietly for a while, adjusting his mind to a state of clarity and tranquility, the Blood-Hidden Elder slowly rose.

In his withered palm, the scroll of the purple-gold imperial edict silently appeared.

On the scroll, the originally quiet flowing lightning runes seemed to sense his will, instantly becoming active, leaping and flashing, emitting a low hum, faintly resonating with some terrifying being in a distant land.

"It's time to go." Blood Shadow's hoarse voice rang out calmly.

Reber perked up and quickly bowed his head: "My lord, may I have your servant's...?"

"No need," Blood Shadow interrupted him. "Just wait here."

Having said that, he no longer hesitated and activated the imperial edict.

Om-! ! !
The fluctuations of the imperial edict were like a stone thrown into a still pool, not causing any earth-shattering waves, but penetrating through layers of spatial barriers and reaching the unknown receiving point.

The waiting time was extremely short, yet it felt as if it were stretched out.

quiet!
The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the space in front of the Blood Shadow Elder was as if an invisible giant hand had gently brushed across the surface of water, creating ripples that were so subtle they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

At the center of the ripples, space silently collapses and folds inward, not with violent tearing, but more like a secret door sealed for eternity, gracefully sliding open a corner under the precise control of a mechanism.

A figure quietly stepped out from the folded ripples of space.

The newcomer was dressed in an extremely simple white robe. The robe had no complicated patterns, only the deep and restrained luster of the fabric itself, as if it had been washed by countless years.

His face was shrouded in a hazy white halo, his features indistinct, only his eyes were clearly visible.

What kind of eyes are those?
Its gaze was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, calm and still, as if it contained the trajectory of the universe's birth and death, or like that of a wise man who had witnessed the rise and fall of ancient kingdoms. Its gaze fell on Xue Yin, carrying a penetrating scrutiny that saw through to the essence of things, yet without any sense of oppression.

He did not exude any earth-shattering pressure, yet his presence seemed to be subtly connected to the origin of this courtyard and the Thunder Holy City, forming an integral whole.

With every gesture he made, the space around him seemed somewhat... tamed.

This is a God-King level expert who has comprehended the fundamental Dao of space to an inconceivable degree and whose aura is extremely profound and restrained!
It was no ordinary messenger, yet it didn't seem like a normal being either.

The white-robed god-king's gaze lingered on Xue Yin for only a moment before he nodded slightly, as if confirming something. He said nothing more, silently raising one hand, a faint glint of light flashing within his wide white sleeve.

hum!
A small, shuttle-shaped boat, less than ten feet long, appeared out of thin air in the courtyard.

The small boat is entirely silvery-white, with a smooth and seamless design, as if it were carved from a single piece of strange stone containing the essence of space.

The boat had no runes or engravings, yet it naturally emitted ripples in space like water, slightly distorting the surrounding light.

The bow of the ship is sharp, pointing towards the void, silently drawing upon the power of space.

It lacks overwhelming power, but exudes an understated luxury and profound depth. This is a top-tier treasure that can only be created by someone who has mastered the essence of space to the extreme and possesses unparalleled resources!
This one flying boat alone might not even be enough for the 5000 billion cosmic sands that Xueyin obtained in the Thunder Punishment Abyss!

"The Silent Abyss Shuttle has arrived. Please follow me." The white-robed god-king's voice was calm and even, like a clear spring dripping onto jade, clearly reaching Xue Yin's ears, but failing to elicit the slightest echo in Lei Bo's ears.

The Blood-Hidden Elder remained calm, gave a slight nod to the White-Robed God-King, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for your trouble, God-King."

He strode forward, his steps steady as he approached the Silent Abyss Shuttle.

When he stepped onto the smooth, jade-like deck of the shuttle-shaped boat, he felt no tangible sensation beneath his feet, as if he were stepping on an invisible ripple of space. The interior of the boat was far more spacious and comfortable than it appeared from the outside, yet it had no ornate decorations, only the purest, primal energy of space flowing through it, which involuntarily calmed his mind.

The white-robed god-king's figure flickered and silently appeared at the bow of the ship, in the control position.

He didn't use hand seals or chant incantations; he merely moved his mind slightly.

hum!
The silvery-white hull of the Jingyuan Shuttle instantly rippled with a soft, water-like spatial ripple. The entire boat, along with the two people on board, blurred and became transparent like ink drops falling into water, eventually merging completely into the courtyard space and disappearing from sight.

The entire process was silent and unnoticed, as if it had never happened.

In the courtyard, only the extremely subtle energy fluctuations left after the space was folded, and the branches and leaves of the vibrant lightning-struck tree swaying gently in the breeze.

And there was Reber, still bowing, his heart churning with turmoil. (End of Chapter)