CRACKLE—BOOOOM!
Halfway down the newly sliced wormhole corridor between Galaxy #12 and Galaxy #13, a three-thousand-mile-wide Chaotic Void Hurricane slammed against the raw, unlined outer wall of the tunnel!
Inside the hundred-mile-wide passageway, warning sirens immediately began to wail on the floating construction barges. A section of the eighth-dimensional spatial ceiling sagged down by twenty feet like a wet canvas tent in a hailstorm, showering purple lightning sparks onto the empty deck of a brick-hauling barge below.
“Hold the line! Nobody panic!”
Old Monster Ming, the Rank 9 Mid Peak former Grand Patriarch of the Abyssal Devourer Sect, flew up to the sagging ceiling wearing his bright yellow Sanitation & Masonry Worker Vest. He pressed both wrinkly palms against the bulging spatial wall, using his dark-matter gravity cultivation to prop up the roof while sweat poured down his forehead.
“Foreman Jack! Hurry up with the bricks!” Old Monster Ming yelled down to the barge deck, his veins bulging as another void wave hammered the outside of the tunnel. “This raw inter-galactic space has no backbone! Ye Guhan and Bai Xinghe sliced it clean, but without a brick lining, the void storms are going to squeeze this tunnel shut like a stepped-on garden hose!”
