For the next two hours, the eastern border of Solar System #50 looked like a cosmic laser-light show run by a madman.
Out in the roaring black wall of the Dark-Rift Gravity Storm, Ye Guhan flew from north to south holding the ten-mile Solar-Laser Track Sword with both hands. His blue railway worker’s jacket fluttered like a battle banner, and his eyes blazed with such pure, terrifying Sword Intent that even the Rank 8 Void Whales swimming nearby tucked their tails between their fins and watched in silent respect.
“Watch my second sword!” Ye Guhan’s voice boomed across the starry void as he lined up his blade with the coordinates for Solar System #52. “SUPREME SUN-SPLITTING HIGHWAY MANTRA — SECOND SLASH: TEN-LANE NORTHBOUND FREIGHT BYPASS!”
SHINGGGGG—KRA-KOOOOOM!
A second blinding river of golden solar sword-light tore across three light-years of pitch-black gravity tornadoes, slicing five hundred spinning funnels cleanly in half and laying down a gleaming ten-lane expressway of solid sunlight-glass and Star-Iron rails in ten breaths flat!
Before the golden sparks had even finished settling, Ye Guhan flashed fifty million miles south, drank a big gulp of Old Guo’s hot braised beef broth from a thermos hanging at his waist, and raised the ten-mile sword again.
