The sound of Gu Changsheng’s finger-snap was light and unhurried, yet the entire summit of the Supreme Origin Heaven rearranged itself with immediate, joyful obedience.
Across the five-hundred-mile expanse of Floor Nine, the cold white obsidian marble laid down by the old Chief Author did not shatter violently. Instead, it softened and warmed into rich, dark, fragrant Frost-Pine Garden Soil smelling of spring rain, pine needles, and clover!
Right at the exact geometric center of creation—the supreme coordinate where the Chief Author’s cold throne and Jade Writing Desk had once stood—a gentle golden spacetime ripple parted the clouds.
Gliding smoothly out of the golden light and settling down onto the fresh dark soil with a cozy, familiar thump came the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard]!
It was not a sterile palace of cold immortal jade, nor was it a towering fortress of dragon bones and golden spears.
It was the exact same warm, wooden Jiangnan-style farmhouse courtyard from the western street of Frost-Pine Town where Gu Changsheng had woken up on Page Three eight years ago!
Look at every cherished detail of that wooden house now anchored forever as the heart of the universe:
Up on the sloped timber roof still sat the three mismatched dark-gray slate patch tiles that Gu Changsheng had nailed down. His own hands during their first winter to keep the snow off eight-year-old Gu Nian’s bed. Infused with Rank 10 Peak Dao-Father Creation Law, those humble patched roof tiles could now effortlessly deflect a million collapsing…
