Three days and three nights passed above Sunrise City.
For seventy-two hours straight, the 100-Mile Royal Yuan-Yang Hot-Pot Cauldron never stopped bubbling for a single second. Over twelve shifts, more than one billion citizens from across Systems 61 through 70 rode the Light-Speed Star-Trains to Planet #65-A, ate their fill of spicy beef-tallow hot-pot and clear mushroom bone-broth, and rode home with rosy cheeks, warm bellies, and upgraded cultivation.
By midnight on the third day, the last shift of late-night diners had finally gone home to sleep. Up on the rim of the hundred-mile cauldron, Old Guo’s kitchen puppet-golems were busy skimming the broth and wiping down the red-lacquered tables, leaving only a gentle, fragrant steam rising toward the stars.
Down inside the brass stove-cage underneath the cauldron, however, Third Young Master Jin Wuji felt as if he had just survived three thousand years in the Eighteenth Layer of Culinary Hell!
For seventy-two hours, Jin Wuji hadn’t eaten a single grain of rice or drunk a single drop of water.
Yet every single second of those seventy-two hours, billions of gallons of Old Guo’s Spicy Mala Beef Tallow, Sweet-Spring Dragon-Bone Broth, Freshly Sliced Lamb Tripe, Hand-Beaten Shrimp Paste, and Roasted-Lamb Meat-Potatoes had been boiling six inches above his nose!
