The apex of the thirty-third heaven looked out over thirty thousand galaxies.
Lin Mo stood beside the grand holographic console, the white silk of his Dao-Sovereign robes fluttering in the solar wind. Beside him, Su Wan leaned against the brass guardrail, her hair pinned with a single jade hairpin, while Star-Weaver Mu Lan checked the atmospheric resonance sensors.
Above them, the deep void suddenly rumbled with dull, angry thunder.
Lin Mo raised his eyes. Across the lower celestial planes, thick black storm clouds were gathering over hundreds of worlds. Jagged streaks of dark purple lightning danced across the cloud banks like executioner’s blades.
“What is that weather system?” Lin Mo asked, pointing his chin toward the ominous storm front.
Star-Weaver Mu Lan pulled up the local planetary telemetry, her expression tightening into a frown.
“Those are the cosmic lightning tribulations,” Mu Lan explained, her fingers tracing the energy signatures. “For one hundred thousand epochs, the old Heavenly Plunder Bank operated the tribulation department as a pay-to-win extortion racket.”
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. “Explain the pricing model.”
