HUMMMMMMMMMM!
Fifty golden beams of pure, filtered Origin Spirit Qi shot across the dark void from the cores of fifty surrounding galaxies and converged directly above Galactic Sewage & Qi-Recycling Plant #1!
Where the fifty golden beams met the towering rainbow fountain rising from the Eye of Oblivion, the sky turned into a swirling, ten-light-year-wide lotus of liquid golden light.
On the decks of the Command Star-Train, the three thousand silver plumbing dreadnoughts, and the backs of the ten thousand Void Whales, every single general, elder, and worker stopped what they were doing and looked up at the figure standing at the very center of the golden lotus.
Pei Xuan stood calmly in the void, his simple gray cotton robe fluttering gently in the warm breeze of fifty galaxies.
Around him stood his core crew, watching with pride and awe:
Old Wei rested his single muscular hand on the hilt of his Rank 9 Heavy Sun-Splitting Broadsword, standing guard twenty paces behind Pei Xuan just as he had done since Day 1 in the Red-Sand Wastes.
Hong Ling clutched her golden abacus to her chest, her eyes shining brightly.
