Beneath the blooming peach tree of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], Gu Changsheng and Empress Luo Qingxue stood up together from their woven straw cushions, their hands still lightly clasped.
In the orthodox cultivation history of the Inner Spiral Galaxy, whenever a Rank 8 Peak cultivator barely survived the bloody ordeal of crushing nine mortal suns into a Rank 9 Early (Galactic Realm) singularity. They were forced to seal themselves inside an underground lead vault for at least one hundred years.
Why? Because a newly born orthodox inner galaxy was a violent, radioactive maelstrom of dying stellar cores and resentful ghosts. If a newly ascended Rank 9 Sovereign dared to exhale outside their vault during the first century, their uncontrolled galactic radiation would scorch every living creature within ten light-years into radioactive ash!
Down by the kitchen scullery door, captured Chief Envoy Gu Biao instinctively grabbed Fleet Commander Gu Lie by his pink [Debtor Apron] and tried to duck behind a water barrel.
“Brace yourself, Commander Lie!” Chief Envoy Gu Biao hissed in panic.
“When Patriarch Gu Tianba first reached Rank 9 Early three thousand years ago, his first breath accidentally boiled three oceans on the Capital’s fourth moon and gave twelve elders permanent radiation alopecia! Cover your scalp before Gu Changsheng exhales!”
