At dawn the next morning above the sparkling crystal reservoir of World #10’s Three-River Megadam. The five purified Chosen-One Halo Cores hovered in a glowing golden pentagon above the central stone courtyard of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard].
Each core spun with a distinct, newly redeemed luster. There was the crimson culinary-hearth flame of World #1, the burnished star-iron gleam of Worlds #2. Moreover, #3, The emerald herbal vitality of Worlds #4 and #5, the untamed savanna amber of Worlds #6 and #7.
The diamond-hard fortress gold of World #10, all harmonized by the warm sunlit faith of Worlds #8 and #9.
One-eyed Grandpa Fu adjusted his monocle, tapping his [Dragon-Turtle Accounting Cane] thoughtfully against the courtyard flagstones as he studied the three-dimensional railway blueprint floating above the table.
“Master Changsheng,” Grandpa Fu said earnestly, “even with all five purified Chosen-One Halo Cores pooled together, maintaining a permanent interplanetary transit portal across eleven separate star systems is a monumental engineering challenge. In standard astral architecture, a wormhole tunnel spanning tens of millions of miles requires an Upper-Realm Rank 8 Star-Core just to anchor the entrance gates. Without one, normal spatial corridors buckle and collapse under vacuum shear within forty-eight hours.”
