Out on the sun-drenched Galactic Ancestral Hall Plaza, Corrupt Patriarch Gu Tianba, First Grand Elder Gu Mo. Second Grand Elder Gu Sha backed up to the very edge of the broken tribunal dais as Gu Changsheng strolled calmly toward them across the golden sand!
Behind Gu Changsheng, above the open bronze doors of the Forbidden Ancestral Tomb, a towering, three-thousand-foot golden-green projection of hundred-thousand-year-old First Founder Gu Mu leaned over the tomb roof with his arms crossed. Cheering at the top of his lungs like an excited grandfather watching a neighborhood wrestling match:
“That’s it, Changsheng! Roll up your sleeves! Don’t let that unfilial butler brat Gu Tianba or those two coffin-worms Gu Mo and Gu Sha run away!
Remember Clause 7 of Servant #044’s contract—thirty full strokes across the mouth and backside with my wooden work shoe!”
“D-Don’t listen to that old ghost!”
Cornered in front of ten million spectators and twenty-three trillion live-stream viewers across the galaxy, Patriarch Gu Tianba went completely berserk with desperation!
“Gu Changsheng is only at Rank 9 Early, whereas I am at Rank 9 Early Peak—half a step into Rank 9 Mid!” Patriarch Gu Tianba screamed hysterically, biting through his own lip and burning fifty years of his core blood-essence to ignite all nine crimson blood-suns behind his back at once!
