Outside the western border gate of Galaxy #100 (The Cloud-Whale Spiral), two billion citizens, merchants, and local elders had gathered on floating viewing platforms, holding their breath as they stared at the pitch-black inter-galactic void ahead.
Every single person in the crowd had their one-copper jade slip open to the 100-Galaxy Public Wi-Fi Live Broadcast, where Abacus Su’s camera drones were streaming the final hundred yards of Tunnel #100 from the inside!
Inside the wormhole corridor, the rhythmic SHING-SHING-SHING! of two six-foot Inter-Galactic Tunnel-Slicing Rulers rang out like heavenly bells.
Shoulder to shoulder, wearing their scuffed yellow safety helmets with their headlamps blazing at full power, Ye Guhan and Bai Xinghe moved forward in flawless unison.
Over the past ten days, the two Rank 9 Sword Sovereigns had swung their ruler-swords more than a hundred thousand times, carving straight through three hundred million light-years of folded eighth-dimensional space-stone. Right behind them, Old Monster Ming’s masonry barges slammed the final rows of Black-Hole Compressed Bricks into place, while Shadow-Lord Wu Ying and his forty-nine yellow-vested assassins blurred down the center of the road painting crisp ten-foot white dashed lines!
“Ninety-eight! Ninety-nine!” Bai Xinghe roared, his white beard soaked with sweat, yet his eyes shining brighter than two supernovas. “Brother Ye! One last cross-slash to break through the boundary wall of Galaxy One Hundred! Check the spirit-bubble!”
