The crimson warning characters on [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook] gleamed like hot embers above the VIP Balcony dining table.
Gu Changsheng didn’t shout in alarm or knock over his chair.
Instead, with the calm, unhurried composure of a father who had been handling cosmic tantrums for seven straight years. Gu Changsheng closed the notebook with a quiet click, placed one more sweet-and-sour spare rib into fourteen-year-old Gu Nian’s bowl (“Finish your lunch, son”). Stood up smoothly from the rattan table.
Out in the pitch-black void above the [Ten-Thousand-Star Galactic Arena], First Supreme Grand Elder Gu Cang, Second Supreme Grand Elder Gu Ming-Yuan. Third Supreme Grand Elder Gu Sha-Xing looked down at the ten thousand floating spectator platforms and the 100,000 Galactic Sky-Screens.
What the three sixty-thousand-year-old fossils saw made their cold hearts sink to the bottom of the abyss:
- Not a single one of the fifty million cultivators in the capital arena or the forty-seven trillion citizens across the galaxy was bowing to their Rank 9 Mid Dark Galaxies!
- The Thirty-Six Branch Star-Lords (led by Elder Gu Zhong and Gu Chen), the Ten Newly Healed Wheelchair Prodigies (led by twelve-year-old Gu Ming), Captain Gu Tie-Zhu’s three thousand Golden-Armored Guards. Chief Envoy Gu Biao’s twelve pink-aproned Envoys were all standing in protective formation around the [Galactic Flying Courtyard]!
