Strange, why didn’t I die?” Yang Hao couldn’t figure it out even after racking his brain. He opened his eyes, stretched out his curled arms and legs, and stood up in the vastness of space. The moment he stood, he nearly jumped in shock again. “Wow! What the heck is covering me? Is this your doing, Master Old Ghost?”
As Yang Hao saw it, something strange indeed covered him—it wasn’t any protective suit or anti-gravity device, but rather a giant soap bubble, like one blown by a child. Yang Hao was enclosed inside a massive transparent bubble over three meters in diameter, floating in the vacuum of space.
“This is so bizarre,” Yang Hao muttered, reaching out to touch the inner wall of the bubble. A cool sensation spread through his fingertips. Though the bubble’s walls looked thin and transparent, they were surprisingly elastic—no matter how hard he pushed, they wouldn’t burst. Don’t let its toy-like appearance fool you; it was precisely this bubble that was keeping Yang Hao alive right now. It not only maintained the oxygen pressure and atmospheric conditions he needed to survive, but also shielded him from all the dangers of space, protecting his life completely.
“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” honestly admitted Huan Yuanzi. “You know I’m no good with high-tech stuff. Anyway, the moment you left the spaceship, you were immediately enveloped in this bubble. I have no idea how it happened.”
Yang Hao was even more puzzled. Just moments ago, when he slashed open the spaceship with his sword, he had clearly been ejected directly into space. Where had this bubble come from? “Could this be another creation of the Celestials? But I destroyed their ship—why would they save me? I’m not their illegitimate child or something!”
“You wish,” Huan Yuanzi finally had the chance to reveal the truth. “I’ve always suspected that the people aboard that ship weren’t really Celestials.”
“What?!” Yang Hao was so shocked he nearly jumped, causing the giant bubble to tremble. The bubble was now carrying him deeper into space, and he couldn’t control its direction at all. “You’re saying those people weren’t Celestials? And that ship wasn’t theirs? How could that be?”
“I’ve met Celestials before,” Huan Yuanzi said, although he himself wasn’t entirely certain. “Although the Celestials consist of many different races, each with unique powers and appearances, there’s one thing they all have in common.”
“They’re all women?” Yang Hao couldn’t help making a wild guess.
“You wish,” Huan Yuanzi was already used to his apprentice’s perverted nature. “The Celestials are a race with innate abilities. They dominate the universe without needing any external support, so their technological advancement is actually quite weak. I once met a Celestial who even said that the development of technology would destroy the balance of cosmic forces. Therefore, I’m sure that the advanced technology and intelligent systems aboard that ship definitely don’t belong to the Celestials.”
Listening to Huan Yuanzi, Yang Hao fell into a daze. He had always believed the people aboard the ship were Celestials because they could destroy the Empire’s massive legions in an instant and possessed the divine power to move planets. If they weren’t Celestials, then who were they? And why had they saved Saint Bear Planet? Why had they kidnapped Yang Hao?
Just as a string of questions was giving Yang Hao a splitting headache, the bubble carrying him automatically drifted closer to a strange floating object in space. It was a small space station, but its exterior was quite unique—it looked like a shallow, giant dish. It too was covered by an even larger protective bubble.
What surprised Yang Hao even more was that standing at the very front of this dish-like structure was a small, familiar figure, as if waiting specifically for Yang Hao.
Yang Hao knew this person all too well—so well that he almost wanted to beat him up. The old man standing there with a lecherous grin could be none other than Elder Hertz, the very one who had kicked Yang Hao onto the spaceship.
Today, the old bear surprisingly wore formal attire, as if preparing for an important meeting. Unfortunately, his fur was still dirty, leaving greasy stains all over his black suit.
Yang Hao’s bubble drifted onto the space station. Upon contact, the two bubbles merged with a soft popping sound. Yang Hao’s small bubble was absorbed into the station’s protective field, and Yang Hao himself landed safely on the station. Everything happened seamlessly—the small bubble vanished without a trace, as if Yang Hao had always been there.
“What’s going on?” Yang Hao demanded furiously as soon as he steadied himself, confronting Hertz. There was no need to ask further—just looking at Hertz’s sly, grinning expression told Yang Hao this was definitely another scheme, and the old fox had been involved all along.
“Er… are you angry…?”
“Not angry?” Yang Hao was furious. Being abducted hundreds of light-years away and deceived by a bunch of fake Celestials—how could he not be angry? He was, after all, a great leader! Yang Hao had to restrain himself with all his might to stop from tearing all the fur off Hertz’s body.
Hertz, being such a cunning old fox, had already sensed the murderous intent in Yang Hao’s eyes. He quickly shifted his body aside, clearing a path and introducing the person behind him—the mastermind behind today’s plan…
Yang Hao looked up and felt a rush of blood to his head. Standing behind Hertz was someone dressed like a Celestial, wearing a white robe and a tall, pointed ceremonial hat.
“Mastermind?” Yang Hao bared his teeth, advancing menacingly. “So this is the Celestial uncle?”
“Actually…” But how could Yang Hao let him finish? His entire body trembled, and he immediately activated the Feihua Shadow Step technique. In an instant, a massive fist slammed into the so-called Celestial uncle’s head.
More attacks followed. Today, Yang Hao was unleashing every martial arts move he had learned at school to the fullest. Although they were just basic techniques, with his current combat power at level fifteen, each punch was delivered at an astonishing speed. Already enraged, he poured out his energy recklessly, not caring about conserving his inner energy. Before anyone nearby could react, the poor Celestial uncle had already been beaten to the ground, spitting blood while enduring more kicks and side-blows from Yang Hao.
“Enough! Enough!” Hertz was shocked by Yang Hao’s explosive fury and quickly rushed forward when he saw Yang Hao drawing his Flame Sword, preparing to unleash several deadly sword techniques on the Celestial uncle. But Yang Hao was already too enraged by the group’s prank to pay him any attention.
“Yang Hao! Stop now!!”
Only when a dignified, elegant voice rang out did the frenzied figure freeze in place. Yang Hao’s Flame Sword was raised high, but the inner energy surging through his body suddenly felt extinguished, like water poured over hot embers—not a single trace of power could be summoned.
The owner of the voice approached gracefully, each step elegant and dreamlike. Before she arrived, the space station had been dim and shadowy, but her presence brought light, as if the entire place had been bathed in the rising sun.
Even more astonishingly, all the people around Yang Hao were mighty heroes, each capable of commanding millions. Yet as this woman approached, everyone instinctively bowed their heads, unable to look her directly in the eye.
It was as if she carried an innate nobility, something no one could resist.
“Ming…” Yang Hao stood there dazed for a while before finally recognizing her. “How come you’re here?”
The suddenly appearing noblewoman was none other than Empress Ming from the planet Laymon. It had been a while since they last met, but she remained as stunningly beautiful as ever, dressed in a golden, floor-length robe that made her appear like a queen in all her regal grace.
Seeing Yang Hao’s expression, Empress Ming smiled gently. She even walked forward and embraced him in front of everyone, whispering into his ear, “Long time no see. You’ve become even more handsome.”
Feeling her softness and warmth, Yang Hao clearly heard the surrounding men swallowing hard. Fortunately, there weren’t too many people around, or Yang Hao might have been devoured by jealous stares.
“Empress Ming is also one of the participants in our entire plan,” the old pervert Hertz appeared inappropriately, lecherously eyeing the Empress’s chest.
“What plan? What crap plan!” Yang Hao was furious just seeing Hertz. There was no need to ask—he must have been the one who masterminded his abduction and transportation to this godforsaken place.
“A grand plan,” Empress Ming gently spoke, perhaps the only one whose words Yang Hao would still listen to. “A plan centered around you.”
Yang Hao furrowed his brows. He really had no idea what Ming and the others were up to. Ever since he had been kidnapped on Saint Bear Planet, he had been lost in a fog, with far too many unanswered questions.
“Look…” Ming gestured toward a direction—the same direction Yang Hao had flown in from.
Yang Hao gazed through the cosmic haze and clearly saw, deep in the dark expanse of space, the spaceship he had sliced open with his sword still exploding continuously. Around it, one bubble after another carried the strangely dressed Celestials flying toward them.
But that wasn’t what Ming wanted him to see. Looking further, expanding his vision wider, a magnificent cosmic panorama was unfolding in all its glory.
Yang Hao saw three dazzling planets, brilliant beyond words. Between them, rainbow-like conduits connected them, forming a perfect triangle. This triangle slowly and steadily rotated and tilted in space. Surrounding this planetary formation, countless warships shone like stars. An immense and mighty fleet, numbering in the tens of thousands, was arrayed across a star system spanning dozens of light-years, like an invincible army preparing to set sail.
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