The call went out, and ten million engineering talismans ignited across the starfields.
Master Lu Jian stood at the center of the flagship’s construction deck. He threw his wooden compass into the air, and it expanded into a celestial grid five light-years across.
“All engineering battalions, listen to my command!” Master Lu Jian’s voice echoed through the comms-crystals. “Ignite the forge-cauldrons! Do not leave a single pebble of greed-metal behind! Melt the rubble down to the primordial root!”
Beside the flagship, Old Master Xuan paddled his colossal star-tortoise flippers, positioning his mountain-sized shell to serve as a floating construction anvil.
Star-Weaver Mu Lan adjusted her jade balance-scales, calculating load-bearing ratios across forty galactic sectors.
Fairy Yao Shu scattered millions of green World-Tree seeds into the molten brass, infusing the foundations with eternal living wood-energy so the stone would never crack.
The Nine Ancient Benevolent Sages channeled their restored origin powers into the floating seas of black-gold debris.
Sage Shen-Nong plowed the golden dust into neat, glowing terraces.
