“AN UNSCRIPTED ANOMALY HAS DESTROYED right ALL SEVEN LOWER-REALM QUILLS. INITIATING PREPARATION FOR THE GREAT COSMIC REBOOT.”
Above the 1,000-Galaxy Cluster, the colossal, hundred-thousand-light-year vision of the Upper Immortal Editorial Realm. The High Origin Heaven / The Heavenly Script Pavilion, pulsed behind a billion layers of blinding white Rank 10 Immortal Ink-Clouds. Next, the jagged tear in the cosmic ceiling slowly sealed itself shut with a heavy, metallic groan.
Leaving a shimmering, mile-wide Golden Sky-Crack scarred permanently across the zenith of the universe!
Even after the tear closed, the lingering pressure of that single Rank 10 (Supreme Origin Author) gaze was so immense that the outer nebulae of the 1,000th Central Galaxy would have frozen solid. If not for the warm, unshakeable golden light of [Gu Changsheng’s 1,000-Galaxy Golden Hearth-Roof Dome]. This absorbed every ounce of the Rank 10 chill and turned it into a gentle evening breeze across the one thousand galaxies!
On the wooden veranda of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], thirty-six-year-old Gu Changsheng didn’t look the least bit intimidated.
Still holding Empress Luo Qingxue’s hand on the cedar bench, he calmly picked up his porcelain teacup, took a leisurely sip of warm jasmine tea. Called out through the courtyard loudspeaker array so that all One Quadrillion Citizens watching the sky-screens could hear him clearly:
