Forty-eight hours after departing the Mid-Corridor Whale-Spa Rest Stop, the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser.] Escorted by the two-hundred-mile Astral Void Whale Matriarch, her fifty-mile calf, and nine adult Sleeper-Bus Whales—glided out of the indigo stardust tunnel into the warm, twin-sunned orbit of Worlds #6 and #7.
Through the forward observation windows of the courtyard porch, the five children pressed their noses against the crystal glass to admire the extraordinary sight ahead.
Suspended only thirty thousand miles apart in a shared emerald-and-amber atmosphere were the Twin Beast-Taming Worlds: World #6, a lush planet of rolling emerald savannas, giant banyan forests, and sparkling crater lakes. And World #7, a rugged bronze planet of towering volcanic mesas and red-rock canyons, linked directly to its twin by a colossal, hundred-mile-wide [Sky-Shackling Iron Chain Bridge] that stretched across the upper stratosphere like a rusted iron spine.
“Look at the grass on World #6, Papa!” ten-year-old Su Nuannuan shouted, holding up her pink magnifying glass as the courtyard descended through the fluffy white cumulus clouds above the southern continent of World #6. “That’s Thousand-Year Spirit-Clover and Sweet-Milk Ryegrass!
The whole continent is basically one big natural pasture for spirit beasts! Why don’t I see any herds running around on the plains?”
