At 1:15 AM, eleven-year-old Jiang Tuntun and toddler Little Fifth. Followed by a cheerful, hundred-yard-long parade of thirty affectionate Rank 8 Abyssal Star-Serpents carrying Grandpa Fu’s spatial shipping crates on their backs—marched through the circular snack-tunnel into Pocket-Worlds #26 through #50!
If Pocket-Worlds #1 through #25 had been the guardhouse, Pocket-Worlds #26 through #50 were the 1,000-Sun Astral Academy’s main stolen-resource warehouse.
Stretching across the twenty-five linked realms stood 50 colossal, glowing Spirit-Stone Mountain Ranges and 200 transplanted Ten-Thousand-Year Medicinal Herb Valleys!
Every single one of those fifty mountain ranges had been ruthlessly ripped out of the planetary cores of 200 mortal civilian worlds across Sector 7 by Director Mo Yun’s mining fleets. That left Two hundred civilian planets freezing in spiritual winter so that Academy Chosen Ones could jump off cliffs and mine “free fated treasures”!
To make sure no one could ever steal the mountains back, Director Mo Yun had driven ten thousand Lunar-Gravity Anchor Spikes deep into the roots of every mountain range.
Each mountain range glowed with heavy dark-purple gravity runes that multiplied its physical mass by a hundred thousand times—making every single Spirit-Stone Mountain weigh ten billion tons, as heavy as a small moon!
“Look at the shiny purple bolts at the bottom of the mountain, Little Fifth!”
