Midnight arrived over Supreme Sword Mountain with the deep, resonant ringing of ten thousand copper peace-bells across the snow-dusted peaks.
High above Planet Canglan’s outer atmosphere, against the velvet-black curtain of deep space, a tiny, ominous pinpoint of blood-red light had just winked into visibility on the northern horizon. It was the interstellar blood-pod of Upper-Realm Slaughter Envoy Xue Sha, streaking across the void toward Sector Nine like a falling drop of poison. And far below the planet’s crust, three thousand miles down in the dark abyssal trenches of the mantle, faint, rhythmic seismic vibrations pulsed through the bedrock.
The Blood-Sea Vanguard’s magma-drills chewed frantically toward the molten core.
Yet inside the central plaza of Campus #6 at the summit of Supreme Sword Mountain, there was no panic, no shadow, and no coldness—only a roaring, golden ocean of warmth, laughter, and mouthwatering aroma.
The [Lv.3 Flying Courtyard Carriage] rested serenely in the center of the lantern-lit courtyard, its expanded two-story cedar porches glowing like a warm lighthouse in the winter night.
Right in the center of the main porch table, the heavy brass [Ever-Boiling Copper Hotpot] bubbled merrily over smokeless golden Hearth-Fire coals. In the left half simmered a milky-white marrow broth boiled with sweet winter radishes and red jujubes; in the right half tumbled a fragrant ruby-red spicy butter broth infused with Nuannuan’s mild garden chilies.
