The golden supernova struck Gu Changsheng’s chest.
It did not burn his skin. It did not tear his meridians apart.
Two billion streams of pure, radiant mortal warmth flooded through his acupuncture points like warm honey pouring into a waiting porcelain jar.
From the snow-swept peaks of the Northern Glacier to the steaming lantern streets of the Western Demon Night Market, every prayer, every cheer. Every grateful smile across Planet Canglan converged into that single golden river.
Up in the bruised sky above the courtyard, the five-thousand-foot Mechanical Blood-Asura roared in sheer, unhinged panic.
Welded inside the warship’s open reactor chamber, Envoy Xue Sha felt the spiritual density inside Gu Changsheng’s body climbing at a speed that defied every calculation in his system database.
“No! Don’t let him digest that faith tide!” Xue Sha shrieked through the giant’s fifty-foot steel jaws, his remaining eye bloodshot and bulging.
He slammed his bloody elbows down onto the manual overdrive levers of the three-mile warship core.
