BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—CHIMEEEEEEEEEE!!
The ten-million-mile-wide pillar of golden hearth-light—woven from the prayers, kitchen fires, and gratitude of every living family across three thousand worlds—flooded the summit of Floor Nine like a rising cosmic sun!
Unlike the Chief Author’s cold, ink-black destiny rivers or the blinding, sterile white-out fluid of the Deletion Brush. This ocean of golden energy smelled of warm baked bread, simmering ginger bone broth, fresh spring rain, and sun-dried cotton quilts.
As that infinite tide of [Supreme Dad Origin Energy] washed over the Gu family, the translucent, flickering edges of Gu Changsheng’s cotton shirt cuffs instantly solidified into indestructible, radiant Rank 10 Dao-Fabric!
On the veranda of the floating Frost-Pine courtyard behind them, the pomegranate tree didn’t just stop flickering. It grew ten times taller in a single breath, bursting into ten thousand glowing golden pomegranates whose fragrance healed every weary muscle in the bodies of Grandpa Fu, Grandpa Yao, and Auntie Qin!
And right above Gu Changsheng’s head, where the three structural cracks had spiderwebbed across the flat iron blade of his [Frost-Pine Town Iron Wok Spatula]—
TING... TING... HUMMMMMMMMM!!
Streams of liquid, molten Universal Hearth-Gold poured directly into the three cracks on the iron spatula!
