A thunderous wave of divine laws surged across the Sanctuary.
Velen was casually using a solar god-core as a ping-pong ball.
Above him, nine golden quasi-entities had formed, each brimming with power vast enough to obliterate a galaxy.
Lilith and Anastasia both had to forcibly restrain themselves from charging forward. But then, they saw Velen suddenly give a thumbs-up toward the incoming Catastrophe.
"Perfect timing! Time to try my new tycoon-style Ascension!"
With that, he casually hurled out crate after crate of resources.
First, he arranged thirty spatial cores into a grand Eight Trigram formation. Then he detonated an entire mana crystal vein, pulverizing it into glitter that rained down onto the Catastrophe.
The most absurd part?
He had Nightshade pilot the newly-completed interstellar cruise ship directly into the storm zone, using it as a temporary Ascension platform.
"This isn't Ascension… it's a goddamn party!"
