ROOOOOOOOAR—SPLAAAAASH!
High above the newly finished red-brick roofs of Central Rift Station, the sky turned pitch-black as Ghost Ancestor Xuan Ming ripped open the thirty-thousand-year seal beneath his floating bone-mountain!
Out of that abyssal crack surged an entire ocean of pitch-black, foul-smelling liquid: the Nine-Nether Black-Styx Underworld Sea!
It was not ordinary water. Every drop of that ten-thousand-mile black tidal wave was condensed from the freezing moisture, dead soul-sweat, and corrosive Yin-acid of fifty dark planets over thirty millennia. Even a single splash could rust Rank 8 star-iron into red powder in three seconds and freeze a cultivator’s dantian into a lifeless stone!
“Drown! Rust! Freeze back into the mud!”
Ghost Ancestor Xuan Ming stood atop his hundred-foot ice coffin at the crest of the black tsunami, his tattered dragon robes whipping in the freezing gale as he pushed the entire weight of his Half-Step Rank 9 cultivation downward!
“You dare hang suns in my sky and eat hot beef buns without giving this Ancestor a single bite?!” the old ghost monster howled, his green eyes blazing with spite. “Watch my Black-Styx Sea flood your shiny new train station, rust your golden tracks into scrap iron, and turn all ten baskets of your steamed buns into soggy ice-sludge!”
