That evening, as the silver moon rose high over the lush green forests and crystal rivers of the former Red-Sand Wastes, all of Planet Canglan lit up like a sea of fallen stars.
From the ten-mile-tall Dry-Well Heaven-Pillar Tower in the heart of the capital, golden lantern-arrays stretched north to the 75-degree heated stone cities of the Northern Ice Wastes, south across the Ten-Thousand-Mile Night Market Wall and the six-lane bus highways of the Southern Demon Steppes, east along the glowing glass tubes of the Undersea Panorama Train Tunnel in the Endless Sea, and west across the ancient mountain ranges of the Central Continent.
Tonight was the night that all 2,000,000,000 (Two Billion) citizens of Planet Canglan had been waiting for:
The Grand Coronation of the World Emperor!
Yet unlike the old mortal kings and selfish Immortal Sect Masters who used to force millions of starving peasants to kneel in the cold dust for three days while elites drank spirit-wine inside forbidden palaces, Pei Xuan had organized the coronation in true Dry-Well Village style:
Across the entire planet, Abacus Su’s Ministry of Finance and Old Guo’s Planetary Central Kitchen had set up twenty million free public hotpot tables!
In the hundred-mile-wide Dry-Well Central Grand Plaza alone, ten million delegates from every race, tribe, town, and school on Planet Canglan sat shoulder-to-shoulder around bubbling copper cauldrons of Rank 6 Spicy Mutton Broth, Braised Spirit-Pork, Kraken Takoyaki, and Meat-Belly Giant Potatoes.
