Headmaster Hong’s echoing roar reverberated across the pitch-black sky above the Central Solar Colosseum. Behind his voice, a wave of sub-zero cosmic cold swept down toward the stadium stands.
Only three seconds earlier, the hundred million spectators in the arena and two trillion citizens across the 1,000-Sun Star Field had been basking in warm noon sunshine. They had been cheering at the top of their lungs for the Gu siblings’ five-to-zero sweep over the S-Rank Student Council.
Now, high above their heads, the colossal Central Mega-Sun had turned the color of clotted black blood. Nine hundred and ninety-nine black Script Siphon Chains—each ten thousand miles thick—stretched out across deep space. Those chains locked onto the cores of all 999 surrounding suns in Sector 7, draining their nuclear warmth at a terrifying rate.
Panic rippled through the outer seating tiers as frost crept down the crystal pillars. Mortal parents hugged their children tight, and lower-rank disciples shivered as their breath turned to white ice.
Before the freezing chill could touch a single child or elder inside the Central Solar Colosseum, however—
BOOM—HUMMMMMMMMM!!
Standing on the white-jade stage beside his five children and Empress Luo Qingxue, Gu Changsheng took half a step forward. He tapped the heel of his cloth shoe lightly against the flagstones.
