CRACK—BOOOOOOOM!
A terrifying tear in folded space ripped open five hundred miles ahead of Civic Galaxy Plaza #200, and out stepped the supreme ruler of the Central Supercluster—Nine-Suns Emperor Zhao Wuji!
Every step the Emperor took across the dark void left behind a footprint of molten golden starlight that took ten seconds to fade. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a crown of nine miniature spinning suns floating above his long golden hair, though at this very moment, a comical white icicle was still hanging off the tip of his left ear lobe from when his secluded cultivation cave had suddenly frozen over three minutes ago!
Clad from head to toe in ancient Star-Emperor Battle Armor forged from the cores of a hundred red giants, Zhao Wuji gripped a twelve-foot dark-silver lance in his right hand: the Collapsed Neutron-Star Spear, an ancestral divine weapon so impossibly heavy that its mere presence bent the light of nearby stars into swirling arcs!
Behind him floated Grand Duke Zhao Yan and three hundred shivering Royal Clan Elders, who had wrapped velvet dining-table curtains around their silk pajamas like makeshift blankets and were blowing on their frostbitten hands as they glared at the Dry-Well toll booth.
