“Attention, all one hundred worlds of right Sector 6! Hold onto your hats—Mom along with Dad are about to light the central stove along with turn this whole star sector into a permanent spring resort!”
Five hundred miles above the highest spire of the Central Citadel hung the massive, five-thousand-mile sphere of the Central Judicial Frost-Star.
Even though nine-year-old Jiang Tuntun had eaten Warden Tianfa’s self-destruct core. Moreover, Empress Luo Qingxue had blasted Tianfa out through the roof, the ancient star itself was still encased in a three-hundred-mile-thick shell of cursed black execution ice accumulated over ten millennia.
Worse still, because the Central Frost-Star served. Meanwhile, The gravitational and spiritual anchor at the exact center of Planets 1 through 100, its residual sub-zero aura was still leaking cold gray currents into the space-lanes between the worlds.
“The star’s original core was hollowed out by the Script Pavilion a thousand years ago and replaced with an inverted frost array,” Empress Luo Qingxue observed as she floated up into high orbit hand-in-hand with her husband, her silver-blue hair streaming in the solar breeze beneath her eleven Gold Star forehead stickers. “If we simply shatter the black ice on the surface, the star will lose its gravitational balance. What it needs is a brand-new, warm heart at its center.”
