Three thousand light-years separated Branch System #1 (Old-Root Star) in the outer rim from the glittering Central Ancestral Star-Cluster (The Galactic Capital) at the core of the Inner Spiral Galaxy.
Even for a top-tier Rank 8 Peak star-cruiser flying at maximum hyperspace warp, crossing those three thousand light-years required at least ten days of continuous travel.
More importantly, over the past two hours, terrified by the loss of thirty-six harvesting armadas and the bouncing of fifty Punishment Elders. Second Uncle Gu Yin had activated the Galactic Capital’s ultimate wartime perimeter defense:
Across the three-thousand-light-year hyperspace corridor leading to the Central Star-Cluster, the main clan had deployed Ten Consecutive Layers of [Rank-8 Peak Spatial Turbulence & Void-Shattering Minefields]. One hundred million concealed gravity mines engineered to shred any warp tunnel and trap an invading armada in chaotic spatial eddies for six months!
Down in the scullery doorway of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], captured Fleet Commander Gu Lie. Whose loyalty bar had just jumped to 92/100 after Gu Changsheng’s starlight cured his five-hundred-year injury—hurried out onto the porch in his pink apron to warn the family.
“Patriarch! Madam! Please be careful!”
Fleet Commander Gu Lie bowed earnestly, pointing at the ten glowing red barrier rings marked on Grandpa Yao’s star-map.
