The storm clouds over Planet Nine-Four-Two did not just part. They dissolved into vapor.
A brilliant golden dawn washed across the frozen tarmac.
The sub-zero blizzard, which had been howling at one hundred miles per hour, ceased in a single breath.
Down on the frozen landing field, the young mother looked up from the snow. A gentle, fragrant warmth wrapped around her shivering shoulders, melting the ice crystals from her eyelashes. In her arms, the infant stopped crying, blinking curiously at the golden sky.
Above the spaceport, space rippled like molten glass.
A colossal shadow emerged from the spatial tear.
It was Old Master Xuan’s Immortal Diamond-Gold Dao-Shell, expanding across forty thousand miles of low orbit.
On the vast mountain ridges of the shell, Fairy Yao Shu’s Primordial Peach Orchard bloomed with millions of sweet pink blossoms, radiating perpetual twenty-four-degree spring warmth.
