SHIIIIIIING!
As Empress Luo Qingxue slowly drew the [Rank-9 Galactic Frost-Sovereign Wife Blade] from its diamond-jade scabbard, a three-thousand-mile aurora of silver-white moonlight and warm golden hearth-fire blossomed behind her shoulders!
Unlike the cold, lifeless, ruthless ice-qi practiced by the Galactic Frost-Sword Clan, the sword aura radiating from Luo Qingxue’s blade carried the Yin-Yang Twin Hearth-Galaxy Law:
To her enemies, it was the merciless, bone-shattering Absolute Zero of Deep Space;
Yet to her husband, her five children. Her shivering younger sister Auntie Luo Yiyi up in the hanging cage, the breeze from her sword felt like a gentle, protective spring wind carrying the scent of plum blossoms and warm ginger tea!
Up on the diamond prow of the central flagship, Frost-Sword Supreme Patriarch Luo Wushuang stared at the Ten Billion Silver-Frost Moon Stars revolving behind his niece’s back. His arrogant sneer froze solid on his face!
“R-Rank 9 Early Galactic Sovereign?! Impossible! Fifteen years ago when we banished her to the Lower Realm and crippled her Saintess seal, she was only at Rank 7!
How did she reach Rank 9 Early in a backwater mortal town—and why is her inner galaxy fifty times denser than mine?!”
