The speed at which supplies circulated in the Interstellar Era was incredibly fast.
Fast enough that it took only a few months to send the Xianzhou's gifts to another distant galaxy.
Yet the circulation of supplies was also incredibly slow.
Slow enough for wealth to remain in the hands of the company acting as intermediary for months, years, even decades—this was the source of the company's prosperity.
"His reach has extended too far."
"The Buli people should obediently remain nomads."
Someone of even higher standing than Aventurine sent a message through the company's unique communications network.
The order had been issued.
Just ten minutes ago, they had still been reminding him to respect the customs of their distinguished Buli guests.
The company's big shots really were experts at changing faces.
"I place my wager, I make my gamble, I claim my victory. I let fate turn the wheel, stake everything on one throw, traverse the land of death, and be reborn."
"Everything for the Amber King."
Aventurine wore a mocking expression, yet he still recited the incantation in his heart. Imaginary power surged forth, and within a breath, the sky became a golden ocean. Streams of molten gold, like chips and steel spears alike, plunged from above and tore the aircraft apart.
The radiance was so intense it was practically a second sun. A black shadow fell straight from the heights, but at the instant it descended, black snow drifted in the wind, staining the sky and earth. Space twisted and warped as though it had come alive, while cruel, merciless evil spirits continuously emerged from patches of shadow, nearly covering every corner of the planet in an instant.
None of them were strong enough to appear as hero units. At most, one evil spirit could beat a hundred Jestans