Across all four continents and the Endless Ocean of Planet Canglan, every human, demon, merfolk. Spirit beast stopped and looked up at the sky.Linking the North Pole, the West Pole, the East Pole, and the South Pole. Four five-mile-tall spires of radiant gold, jade, sapphire, and emerald light hummed in unison like the four strings of a cosmic harp!Through the [Four-Pole Spirit-Wi-Fi Network], twelve-year-old Ye Xiao, nine-year-old Su Nuannuan.
Grandpa Yao aboard the [Hot-Spring Cruise Ship] folded space. Back from the Eastern Ocean in a single flash of silver-gold light, docking smoothly alongside the [Earth-Core Camper Van] at the edge of the newly bloomed Southern Evergreen Oasis!
“Dad! Big Brother Nian! Tuntun!
Little Fifth!” Ye Xiao and Su Nuannuan hopped down the gangplank to reunite with their siblings. High-fiving and hugging on the soft green grass beside the crystal-clear oasis river while Grandpa Fu and Auntie Qin handed out steaming bowls of celebratory ginger-mutton soup.
Up in the upper stratosphere fifty miles above their heads, however, the ancient invisible ceiling that had suffocated Planet Canglan for ten millennia made one final, desperate attempt to clamp down!
CRACKLE—BZZZZZZZT!
A planet-spanning dome of dark, rusted Upper-Realm chains. Blood-red suppression characters manifested across the high clouds: the [10,000-Year Upper-Realm Planetary Script-Lock]!Forged by the Heavenly Script Pavilion ten millennia ago to cap Planet Canglan as a “Low-Tier Mortal Tragedy Farm”. Where no native could ever reach Rank 7 Nascent Soul without selling their soul to a system, the stratospheric chain-dome contracted inward, trying to…
