High above the central boulevard of Galactic Wall Street, the planet-sized frame of the Supreme Abacus of Greed shuddered like a dying beast.
At the rear of the control bridge, Ancestor Hei Lv’s withered legs twitched weakly inside his upside-down porcelain soup tureen, while Grandma Chen’s fragrant wonton steam still lingered across the upper clouds.
Down on the rooftop terrace of Bullion Tower, Lin Mo set his porcelain teacup onto its saucer.
“Chairman Lin!” Star-Weaver Mu Lan called out over the screech of warping metal, her crystal spectacles reflecting wild crimson flashes from her scanning tablet. “Ancestor Tian Li is rerouting all remaining sacrificial power into the central rail!”
High in the heavens, the colossal black metal scaffold groaned across thirty thousand miles of void.
Six of its massive iron rails hung completely empty, their neutron-star beads already sliced, pulverized, purified, or swatted back by Lin Mo’s core family.
Only one bead remained on the highest central wire.
It was Bead Number Seven, the Primordial Void-Collapse Bead.
