High above the Frost-Wind Main Galaxy, the hundred-mile-wide fifth-dimensional rift torn open by the King of Massacre bled with a sinister crimson glare. Meanwhile, the tip of a galaxy-sized Rank 9 Peak Ten-Million-Corpse Blood-Guillotine began descending through the dimensional barrier!
Yet down along the gleaming ten-lane expanse of the [200-Galaxy Astral Dragon Highway], eleven-year-old [Astral Highway & Shelter Dragon God] Ao Xing wasn’t in the slightest rush to look up at the falling guillotine.
Because according to Gu Changsheng’s #1 rule for driving the family car—“Always let the passengers off safely at their front doors before you step outside to deal with road-ragers!”
“Exit #1 through Exit #100,000—approaching your new sunlit solar stations! Please keep your hands and feet inside the shelter domes until Little Fifth parks your planets!”
With the gentle precision of an eleven-year-old boy lining up his favorite glass marbles in neat, sunny rows, the two-hundred-million-light-year Shelter Dragon God glided alongside the exits of the [200-Galaxy Astral Dragon Highway]. Slid all 100,000 Inhabited Northern Planets off his broad silver-gold back into 100,000 Warm, Permanently Stabilized Hearth-Star Orbits!
Every single planetary orbit was anchored directly to a golden exit ramp of the inter-galactic expressway, warmed by newly stabilized golden suns. Shielded by permanent Dragon-Breath Windbreaks so the brutal northern blizzards could never return!
