"That makes sense."
Yanri Huang's voice erupted like a volcano. "Since this is war, once this battle is over, our suppression of the slaves on the Starmoon Divine Que must be even more thorough! We haven't done enough to brainwash them. To conquer a clan, we must conquer the minds of its children and grandchildren. From birth, they must accept their own lowliness! We can't give those beasts another chance to cultivate or whisper among themselves. I say we spread the lesson from this incident throughout the Upper Star Ruins, so every noble member of the Eightfold Gods takes warning!"
"Agreed!"
For a moment, every Eonic God nodded.
In an underground palace on the Starmoon Divine Que...
Many ragged people had gathered inside.
Most were astral gods under two meters tall. They huddled together, waiting in silence.
Just then, an old man entered with excitement written across his face, holding a piece of jade.
"Great-grandfather!"
Several thousand people called out together, a faint light kindling in their eyes.
"Lord Long Xing sent this. They say it has news of Emperor Li Tianming. Let's watch it together!" the old man said.
"Quick, play it!"
Everyone grew excited.
Lately, they had heard so many stories about Li Tianming. They knew that even Long Xing, an Eonic God, called the young man "Emperor." Whether it was his rampage through the Neutron Star Ruins or his crushing of geniuses at the Gods' Mausoleum, every story made them hold their heads high and eager to talk about it.
Even hidden in this sunless underground palace, too afraid to venture onto the surface of the Starmoon Divine Que, they had hope in their hearts.
The old man lit up the jade. A battle scene, like one projected on the Starmoon Sky Screen, played clearly before