Gu Changsheng stood on the white cloud-porch steps outside the First Floor Gate of the Heavenly Script Pavilion. Over his comfortable linen shirt, he wore his favorite blue kitchen apron. In his right hand, he held the battered [Frost-Pine Town Iron Wok Spatula].
In his left hand, he held [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook].
Across the plaza, one hundred thousand iron-masked Marriage-Severing Executioners stood frozen in their ranks. Both of their armored hands were pressed tightly against their rumbling stomachs. Another wave of hollow, synchronized growls echoed beneath their breastplates like distant thunder rolling across the clouds.
Gu Changsheng flipped open the worn leather cover of his notebook. Gray static crackled across the yellowed paper as the system counter in the corner ticked upward to [Foreknowledge Decay: 88%]. Most of the original text for Original Page Two Thousand Five Hundred had dissolved into blurry ink blots.
Ever since they entered the Supreme Origin Heaven, the Chief Author had been ripping out pages and rewriting the defense formations in real time.
Yet right in the middle of the page, a single paragraph of glowing gold footnotes flickered stubbornly through the static.
Empress Luo Qingxue stepped up beside her husband. Her silver-white hair caught the morning light of the cloud sea as her frost-blue eyes scanned the trembling army in front of the bronze gatehouse.
