“We have to melt all fourteen broken pieces of the Seven Golden Fate-Quills together to forge the [Key to the Final Gateway]?”
Around the cedar porch table of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], fifteen-year-old Gu Nian reached out and pulled the pile of fourteen jagged, dark-gold quill halves toward the center of the table. There, they clinked against one another like cold, venomous icicles.
Even though Gu Changsheng had snapped all seven Golden Fate-Quills (#1 Poverty, #2 Plunder, #3 Betrayal, #4 Fratricide, #5 Harem-Slavery, #6 Tragedy, and #7 Doom) over his knee. Shattered their fifth-dimensional Author Halos to 0.00%, the physical metal of the fourteen broken pieces. Forged in the Supreme Origin Heaven from Rank 10 Immortal Origin Brass—still oozed a bitter, freezing aura of ten-million-year anti-family resentment!
“Let this old servant test the metal with my Rank 9 Pill-Fire, Master Gu!”
Stepping forward beside the porch table, Grandpa Yao summoned a roaring, violet-gold cluster of Rank 9 Nirvana Alchemy Flame in his palm and pressed it against the broken nib of Golden Fate-Quill #6 (Tragedy)!
FZZZZZZT—SPUTTER!
Instead of melting the broken golden nib, Grandpa Yao’s Rank 9 Nirvana Alchemy Flame hissed as if doused with ice water. This turned grey and flickering out as the fourteen broken quill fragments vibrated with a cold, stubborn screech!
