Outside the thick diamond-glass windows of Star-Train No. 1, the blue sky of Dry-Well Capital vanished behind them in a flash of silver light.
Now, all one thousand black-iron carriages were gliding at five hundred miles an hour across the pitch-black starry void!
Below the wheels, the twin golden beams of the Sword-Qi Track shone like a highway made of liquid sunlight. Behind the caboose hung the colossal, glowing blue-and-green sphere of Planet Canglan—with the red patch of the desert and the tiny glowing ring of Dry-Well Capital clearly visible through the clouds. And straight ahead, growing larger with every minute, floated the scarred, silvery-gray globe of Dust-Rock Moon (World #1).
Inside the passenger cars, one hundred thousand travelers—from mortal bricklayers in red Space-Overalls to Golden Core Demon Elders—pressed their noses against the windows like excited schoolkids.
“Look back there! That giant blue ball is our Planet Canglan!”
“By the ancestors, the earth really is round! Look, you can see the Eastern Ocean and the Demon Mountains at the same time!”
“And look how warm it is inside the train! Outside the glass it’s minus two hundred degrees, yet I’m sitting here in a short-sleeved shirt drinking hot jasmine tea and eating salted peanuts!”
