Night fell over the Primordial Peach Pocket Realm, cloaking the rolling hills in deep indigo mist.
Beneath the purple canopy, twelve thousand ancient peach trees glowed with soft, iridescent warmth. Their golden bark pulsed like living veins, and sweet, fragrant dew dripped softly from the ripe fruit onto the violet grass.
Lin Mo stepped through the spatial doorway into the valley.
Beside him walked Master Lu Jian, wearing his yellow Rank 9 Divine Array Hard-Hat and carrying an oversized celestial laser level. On his other side strode Old Master Xuan, his massive diamond-gold shell humming with deep, resonant vibrations that smoothed the grass beneath his feet.
Fairy Yao Shu rushed forward, her green eyes wide with anxiety. She held a glowing wooden compass that was twitching violently.
“Chairman Lin, the outer planetary wards are failing,” Yao Shu said, her breath tight. “My scout butterflies detected forty heavy star-bombers gathering in the shadow of the outer moon. They bear the black skull emblem of the Dark-Fire Mercenary Corps.”
Master Lu Jian adjusted his yellow hard-hat, spitting a toothpick onto the grass.
“Ancestor Tun Ri from Vault #3 paid five trillion in deposit money to hire them,” Lu Jian grunted, pulling up a holographic schematic of the mountain valley. “Those forty bombers carry sulfur-antimatter cluster bombs. If they drop their payload on this crust, the soil will be incinerated into dead glass within three minutes.”
