SHIIIIIIING—SCRIIIIIIIBE!
Under the warm golden paper lanterns of the Gu Family Courtyard. The crystal tip of Empress Luo Qingxue’s [Frost-Phoenix Ice Sword] danced across the smooth granite tabletop like a silver comet tracing constellations across the midnight sky!
Tiny sparks of snow-white starlight and golden hearth-fire flew from beneath her moving blade.
With every swift, unerring stroke of her wrist, she carved a breathtakingly intricate, Three-Dimensional Cosmic Star-Map directly into the four-foot stone surface of the courtyard table!
Standing right around the stone table, Gu Changsheng, Grandpa Yao, Grandpa Fu, Auntie Qin. All five children leaned in with wide, focused eyes as hundreds of miniature star systems, whirling astral nebulae, dangerous spatial rifts, and safe planetary waypoints took shape across the granite.
“Earlier, while Dad and the others were finishing up in the sky, Grandpa Fu and I inspected the main navigation computer salvaged from Envoy Xue Sha’s three-mile warship,” twelve-year-old Ye Xiao said quietly. Pushing his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose as he held up a glowing blue Upper-Realm data slip beside his mother’s sword-carvings.
“Look at the difference in the upper quadrant,” Ye Xiao pointed out with his bamboo ruler. “In every official star-chart stored inside the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s military database, the entire region surrounding Sector 6 (The Frozen Astral Prison) has been deliberately wiped blank as a classified military black zone!”
