Two quadrillion Dad Points (2,000,000,000,000,000 DP) poured out of Gu Changsheng’s system reserve into [Dad’s Care-Package Upgrade Box] like a roaring golden ocean draining into a divine forge!
High above the Central Star-Cluster, the very fabric of cosmic reality hummed with the sound of a master plumber and carpenter going to work.
For a hundred million years across the upper cultivation realms. Orthodox cosmic law had taught that once a Rank-9 Mid Supermassive Black Hole formed from the collapse of dark-matter suns, it was an irreversible natural disaster. Even a Rank 9 Peak Galactic Sovereign could only flee from its event horizon or sacrifice an equal weight of living star systems to neutralize its gravitational math.
Gu Changsheng, however, wasn’t an orthodox upper-realm academic.
He was a practical father of five growing children with a ten-acre flying house, ten thousand community hotpot tables, and a kitchen sink full of leftover rib bones!
Standing on the front bow of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], Gu Changsheng reached backward into the courtyard’s hardware pantry with his sovereign spatial grasp. Pulled out four everyday household plumbing items that Grandpa Fu and First Founder Gu Mu had stored in the tool shed. Tossed them straight into the glowing selection beam of [Dad’s Care-Package Upgrade Box] alongside the twenty-thousand-mile roaring black hole:
