A sound like a cosmic forge-gate swinging wide open echoed across the underground core of the Central Mega-Sun.
Less than half a second remained before Headmaster Hong’s suicidal Three-Sun Demon Palm struck the deck of the Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser.
Five hundred miles of pitch-black, compressed Upper-Realm Script Erasure Law plunged downward from the cavern ceiling at thirty times the speed of sound. The air beneath the falling skeletal hand had already been crushed into a blinding white sheet of atmospheric friction. Along the outer eaves of the courtyard villa, the cedar roof shingles began to smoke under the terrifying downward pressure.
Under the normal laws of the cultivation world, crossing the final chasm from Rank 8 Late Peak to Rank 8 Peak was the supreme hurdle of the Star Realm. It was an ordeal that required refining one hundred living stars over a thousand years of solitary, grueling seclusion. An ordinary Star-Realm grandmaster had to sit in cold cosmic darkness for ten centuries, slowly temper-forging each stellar law into his bone marrow.
Even then, he had to pray that a single solar flare didn’t burn his soul to ash.
Gu Changsheng didn’t have a thousand years. He had five hundred milliseconds.
