Gu Changsheng’s warning echoed across the open sky-screens of ten thousand star systems. Up on the courtyard porch, First Galactic Grand Elder Gu Cang froze with one foot in the air. He hastily pulled back his Rank 9 Early palm strike before a single wisp of qi could leave his hand.
Across the starry skies of the Inner Spiral Galaxy, thousands of branch-clan patrol captains who had been powering up their starship cannons slammed the emergency abort switches at the same time.
“Hostage bombs?” seventeen-year-old Ye Xiao repeated, stepping closer to the wooden kitchen counter and pushing his round glasses up his nose. “They wired ten thousand clones directly to the mortal planetary cores?”
“Not just random planetary cores,” Gu Changsheng said. He tapped the crimson-stained page of [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook] with the tip of his [Cast-Iron Wok Spatula].
“Take a closer look at how the ten thousand portals are arranged across the 1,000-Galaxy Cluster.”
Above the wooden counter, the floating system projection zoomed out from the local starport to show the entire three-dimensional star map of the 1,000-Galaxy Cluster.
Five colossal rivers of dark crimson ink were pouring down from the fifth-dimensional firmament like prison bars. Before the family’s eyes, those ink rivers locked into place along the ancient ley lines of space, carving the one thousand galaxies into five separate two-hundred-galaxy cages.
