At the edge of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard’s] front clover lawn, the thirty-foot [Heavenly Script Pavilion High-Dimensional Recall Portal] shimmered with blinding, arrogant golden script-runes!
Around the frame of the gateway rotated nine interlocking rings of Upper-Realm Narrative Immunity Law. Designed by the Seven Script-Kings so that whenever their local agents in a lower galaxy suffered a catastrophic defeat, the agents could slip away into the higher dimensions completely untouchable by local cultivators.
“WE’RE SAVED! THE RECALL PORTAL IS OPEN!”
Covered from head to toe in soapy lemon dishwater, crushed Phoenix-Tail eggshells, orange potato peels, and soggy pickled cabbage leaves—with a spicy star-carp tail still stuck behind his ear. Sixty-thousand-year-old First Supreme Grand Elder Gu Cang lunged desperately toward the golden portal threshold with both bony hands outstretched!
Right behind him, Second Supreme Grand Elder Gu Ming-Yuan (Rank 9 Mid, wearing a red crab shell over his left ear). Third Supreme Grand Elder Gu Sha-Xing (Rank 9 Mid, with a white onion ring looped around his nose) dove through the air like two terrified frogs jumping for a pond:
“You won’t catch us, Gu Changsheng! Even if you turned our black hole into a sink drain, this Dimensional Script Portal is governed by Upper-Realm Coordinate Math! Once our fingertips cross the threshold in zero-point-one seconds, we’ll report your entire family to the Seven Script-Kings and come back with ten thousand—”
