HUMMMMMM—CLANG!
As thirty trillion Loyalty Points vanished into the Fusion Cube, the humble three-foot black-iron roasting rod in Pei Xuan’s right hand erupted with a pillar of dark-gold starlight that pierced straight across the center of Solar System No. 100!
Within half a heartbeat, that soot-blackened village lamb-spit expanded until it was a Two-Million-Mile Star-Iron Rotating Spit thicker than a continent!
At the left and right ends of the two-million-mile rod, two colossal 100-Star Gravity Support Brackets materialized in mid-space, clamping their heavy iron legs directly onto the brass thermostat rings of Ancestral Sun #1 and Ancestral Sun #9. Along the middle of the giant spit gleamed six padded, non-lethal Gravity Wing-and-Ankle Forks, while a massive clockwork Self-Turning Rotisserie Gear clicked into place on the side bracket with a deep, rhythmic TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK.
Right at that moment, the Million-Mile Three-Legged Golden Crow arrived!
Its five-hundred-thousand-mile jagged golden beak snapped down toward the bow of Dry-Well Express No. 1 with enough force to crush five planets into gravel.
Pei Xuan didn’t dodge a single inch.
Standing calmly on the brass cowcatcher in his plain cotton robes, Pei Xuan ignited the Rank 8 Peak Hundred-Sun Solar Furnace inside his dantian and simply raised his left hand—palm open—like a village butcher catching a noisy rooster by the bill!
