Fifty miles inside the frozen border line of Sector 6, the perpetual cosmic snowstorms parted before the monumental, forbidding silhouette of the [Sector 6 Astral Ice-Gate].
Towering ten thousand feet high and spanning twenty miles between two black-iron glacial cliffs, the main fortress gate of the Frozen Astral Prison Sector had stood unchallenged for ten thousand years. Carved from ancient, sub-zero Nine-Nether Glacial Bedrock and reinforced with millions of glowing Heavenly Script suppression runes, the gate radiated a bone-numbing, negative-five-hundred-degree chill designed to freeze the blood.
Moreover, Extinguish the hope of every living soul who passed beneath its arch.
Up inside the heated bronze watchtower perched atop the ten-thousand-foot gate battlements, Border Garrison Captain Zhao and a hundred elite Rank 6 Peak [Heavenly Script Prison Warders] sat huddled around a glowing charcoal brazier, clinking bronze cups of spiced plum wine and roasting dried squid strips.
“Check the clock on the wall, brothers—it’s almost midnight,” Border Captain Zhao laughed, propping his fur-lined iron boots up on the edge of the stove and taking a long gulp of warm wine. “Admiral Black-Skull’s thousand-ship pirate armada engaged that upstart mortal family from Planet Canglan four hours ago outside the blizzard curtain! By now, Half-Step Star-Lord Black-Skull has probably fed that apron-wearing Gu Changsheng to the space-sharks and locked those five little Final-Boss brats inside Grand Warden Tianfa’s iron coffins!”
