Up in the dark sky outside World 26, Star-Lord Crag-Devourer couldn’t believe his ears.
“A... a traffic roundabout?!” Crag-Devourer’s granite cheeks twitched violently as he stared down at Pei Xuan, who was casually balancing the fifty-mile-wide Black-Crag Ancestral Moon on one glowing golden palm. “That iron moon has floated beside my throne world since the dawn of the star belt! Ten thousand blood sacrifices were poured onto its craters to sharpen its killing aura! And you want to pave a road around it?!”
“Blood sacrifices?” Pei Xuan wrinkled his nose in disgust, holding the teacup in his left hand a little further away from the giant black rock. “No wonder it smells like rusty fish water. Don’t worry, my Fusion Cube has a built-in sterilizer and deodorizer. Once we lay down six inches of hot spirit-asphalt and plant some green shade trees in the middle crater, nobody will ever smell that nasty blood aura again.”
Before Crag-Devourer could even scream another word, Pei Xuan floated over to the exact center of the four-way wormhole crossroads, lowered his right arm, and set the fifty-mile-wide iron moon squarely onto the intersection hub!
THUUUUUD—CLICK!
Four massive spatial anchor bolts—each one as thick as a mountain peak—shot up from the wormhole highway foundation and clamped onto the bottom of the iron moon, locking it into place so tightly that not even a Rank 8 typhoon could budge it half an inch.
