2026-09-23 07:22:26The agonizing, silent screams of billions of trapped souls echoed through the cold vacuum, vibrating directly against the golden energy shields of the Vance Vanguard armada.
Across the hundred super-dreadnoughts, high-tier array masters and spatial scholars worked frantically at their tactical consoles.Holographic arrays flickered violently, bathed in the sickly greenish-black glare of the colossal soul-barrier that enclosed the entire Dark Abyss Realm. Empress
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Chapter 286: The Office Life of a Trade Governor
The central headquarters of the High Imperial Galactic Trade Bureau rose majestically over the Central Realm’s prime administrative sector, its polished white-stone towers wrapped in flowing spatial transit tubes. Inside the top-floor executive suite, high-resolution holographic ledgers drifted across the air in organized streams of blue and gold, tracking logistics data across ten thousand star sectors.Sitting behind a massive desk carved from solid star-walnut was Ethan Vance, High Imperial Governor of Trade.Having recently returned from his time-dilated honeymoon pocket dimension with Princess Amelia, Ethan looked refreshed, sharp, and thoroughly energized. He wore a crisp, tailored navy suit with an open collar, his hair neatly styled, his fingers tapping lazily against a glowing crystal stylus as he reviewed quarterly revenue projections.Beside his desk stood his senior executive secretary, Master Corvin—a veteran scholar with thick glasses who had
Chapter 285: Cultivation in the New Era
The early morning mist over the central plaza of the Vance Imperial Academy drifted lazily through towering white-arch gateways. Thousands of students, local Earth workers, and lower-realm scholars sat cross-legged on the soft, green grass lawns. Unlike the tense, competitive atmosphere of ancient cultivation sects—where disciples fought viciously over scarce spirit herbs and bloodline elixirs—the air here was filled with a tranquil, refreshing stillness. Floating in high orbit above Earth, inside the quiet study of Vance Manor, Austin Vance sat at his mahogany desk. He wore his simple black scholar’s tunic, unbuttoned slightly at the collar, resting comfortably in his high-backed chair. His dark-brown eyes, carrying the quiet, rotating galaxies of his Multiverse Creator status, observed a sleek, gold-embossed crystal scroll hovering before him. With a gentle, micro-precise gesture of his stylus, Austin finalized the last line of t
Chapter 284: Lord Celestial’s Babysitting Duty
The autumn afternoon sky over Vance Manor was peaceful and clear, but inside the sunlit upper wing of the estate, a battle of unprecedented tactical complexity was underway.In the center of the plush, star-silk carpet of the royal nursery stood two of the most fearsome figures in the entire multiverse.On the left was Lord Aston, the Supreme Grand Marshal of the Multiverse Fleet. He was a battle-hardened Tier-10 Sovereign who had commanded dreadnought armadas and executed flawless planetary sieges without so much as blinking. Today, however, Aston was stripped of his formal uniform jacket, his dark blue sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, his face dripping with cold sweat as he held a pristine, white organic diaper in his trembling hands.On the right sat Lord Celestial. The supreme ancient dragon ancestor—a legendary entity who had ruled dragon sectors for millions of years—was cross-legged on the floor, wearing a custom yellow baby apron over his gold-embroi
Chapter 283: The Naming Ceremony Broadcast
Across ten thousand star sectors, billions of citizens, high-realm elders, and star-fleet commanders stood assembled before towering holographic arrays and local communication terminals. In the grand palaces of the Central Realm, court officials in heavy formal robes waited in breathless silence. In the bustling lower-realm cities and Earth's planetary hubs, crowds filled the central plazas, expecting a display of cosmic authority—perhaps a grand military flyover by the Multiverse Fleet or a stern, high-tier decree from the Emperor himself.Instead, when the multi-dimensional transmission activated with a soft, warm chime, the scene that appeared stunned the entire cosmos.There was no grand golden throne, no terrifying display of divine energy, and no armored honor guard.The projection showed the cozy, sunlit sitting room of Vance Manor. Austin Vance sat comfortably on a soft plush sofa, wearing a casual grey knit cardigan over a plain shirt, his dark hair fa
Chapter 282: Naming the Prince and Princess
The golden morning sun streamed softly through the grand arched bay windows of Vance Manor's private family sitting room. Outside, the floating lotus gardens hummed with a quiet, soothing energy, while inside, the cozy hearth crackled with a gentle, scented flame that kept the room at a perfect, comforting warmth. The grand imperial court decrees, high-tier political delegates, and public celebrations across ten thousand star sectors were kept entirely outside the estate’s heavy white-stone doors. Within these walls, there were no emperors or divine rulers—only a proud, tight-knit family gathered around two tiny, pristine cradles. Empress Clara sat comfortably on a wide plush sofa lined with soft star-silk pillows, dressed in an elegant lavender silk gown. Her silver hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, her cheeks flushed with a healthy, radiant glow. Sitting close beside her was Austin Vance. He wore his familiar
Chapter 281: The Arrival of the Divine Heirs
The inner sanctum of Vance Manor was bathed in a soft, sun-gold radiance.High above the polished white-jade floor, intricate spatial arrays hummed at a low, soothing frequency, filtering out every trace of outer atmospheric turbulence.The air inside the room was immaculate, sweet, and filled with the gentle fragrance of blooming white lotus blossoms.Empress Clara rested on the grand star-silk bed, her long silver hair damp with perspiration and fan-spread across the plush white pillows. Her breathing was steady, her face flushed with a healthy, radiant warmth.Beside her sat Austin Vance.He wore his simple scholar’s tunic, unbuttoned at the neck, his hands holding hers with steady, unyielding strength. His dark-brown eyes, carrying the quiet, rotating galaxies of his Multiverse Creator status, never left her face. Throughout the entire process, Austin had applied micro-precise spatial logic to soothe her meridians, neutralizing pain signals while preserving the natural, joyful
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