CLANK-SCREEEEECH!
With a flex of his Rank 6 Peak Furnace-Gold Core, Pei Xuan gripped the ten-foot brass tap-wheel on the front of the Dry-Well Reverse-Siphon Console and spun it ten full turns to the left!
Inside the two-mile-wide shaft of the Planetary Spirit-Draining Nail, the bottom floodgates of the eight-mile spatial storage tank slid wide open!
ROOOOOOOOAAAAAR!
A waterfall of pure, liquid gold—Ninety-Nine Years of Compressed Planetary World-Origin Qi—erupted out of the dozen giant brass return-pipes around the base of the Nail!
The sound wasn’t just roaring water; it sounded like ten thousand golden dragons singing in harmony as the stolen lifeblood of Planet Canglan finally came home!
The air inside the fifty-mile-deep cavern instantly turned into a thick, sweet golden nectar. Just breathing in a single lungful of the rising mist made everyone feel as if every cell in their body was soaking in a warm spring morning!
“Ninety percent back to the planetary core! Ten percent to the elevator deck!” Pei Xuan commanded, slapping his palm down on the brass distribution lever.
