Three hundred miles above the blue-and-gold surface of Planet Canglan, in the airless vacuum of high orbit, a colossal 50-mile ring of ancient starry stone. The Ancient Orbital Star-Gate—shuddered violently as jagged bolts of purple self-destruct lightning tore across its runes!
Even from the ground across the Central Continent, the Western Demon Lands. The Eastern Endless Ocean, two billion citizens could see the giant violet ring flashing like an overloaded bomb in the midnight sky!
“Dad! Look up at the Orbital Star-Gate!” eleven-year-old Gu Nian shouted, pointing toward the zenith from the courtyard porch as his Warm-Sun Chaos Core flared in alarm.
“That purple lightning is trying to snap the fifty-mile stone ring in half!”
Down on the granite stone table, the newly engraved Sector 6 Star-Map and Empress Luo Qingxue’s [Frost-Phoenix Hairpin] buzzed with urgent sapphire warning sparks, pointing straight up toward the flashing orbital gate.
“That is the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s Scorched-Earth Quarantine Seal!” Grandpa Yao gasped, his translucent soul-body rising ten feet above the courtyard well as his eyes widened in recognition.
“Ten thousand years ago, when the Heavenly Script Pavilion drove the four Polar Script-Nails into Planet Canglan. They also buried a dormant Class-9 Spatial Self-Collapse Bomb inside the keystone socket at the crown of our planet’s 50-Mile Ancient Orbital Star-Gate!” Grandpa Yao explained rapidly.
