On the high marble balcony outside the Master Spatial Monitoring Hall, Director Mo Yun stood with his hands behind his back. Gazing down at the pitch-black, hundred-foot sphere of the Collapsed 50-Realm Black-Hole Singularity hovering over the Western Plateau.
Around the outer shell of the black sphere, five hundred layers of Rank 8 Late Dimensional Lock-Runes spun at ten thousand revolutions per second, sealing the singularity completely off from external space.
“Hmph! Look at the internal gravity telemetry, Deputy Proctor Han!”
Director Mo Yun sneered triumphantly, pointing at the floating diagnostic screen where the gravity reading inside the collapsed core of Pocket-World #50 had just spiked past 100,000 Gs!
“One hundred thousand times stellar gravity, combined with five hundred layers of imploding spatial blades! In the entire history of the 1,000-Sun Astral Academy, nothing below Rank 9 has ever survived inside my Dimensional Black-Hole Singularity for more than three seconds! Even if Gu Changsheng and Luo Qingxue rush over here right now.
It will take them at least half an hour to peel open five hundred layers of Rank 8 Late spatial locks from the outside. By then, those two little gluttons and their thirty traitorous serpents will have been crushed into subatomic dust!”
