A wall of black-gray water roared down the hundred-thousand-light-year Golden Jade Staircase.
It smelled of cold lead, sour ink, and broken homes. Up on the highest peak of the heavens, the Chief Author of Fate had slammed his hand down to trigger a retroactive Rank 10 Anti-Family Gravity Waterfall. Every drop carried enough weight to flatten a spiral galaxy and smash any rising ship back into the lower realms.
Gu Changsheng stood on the wooden front porch of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard]. He held his warm porcelain teacup in one hand and kept his other arm around Empress Luo Qingxue’s waist.
Here we go again, Gu Changsheng thought, watching the mountain of black water rush toward their bow. Nine hundred pages of messing up his grimdark plot, and this hack writer is still recycling the exact same “staircase gravity crush” cliché from every cheap cultivation book.
He took a slow sip of his ginger tea. Not a single ripple disturbed the golden surface inside his cup.
“Husband,” Luo Qingxue said softly. Her pale fingers rested on the hilt of her Ice-Phoenix Sword, and frost crystals danced along her white cuffs.
“The pressure in that black tide targets bloodline bonds and marriage vows. Shall I freeze the staircase in half?”
