If Sunday made his ideals public, he could actually gain the approval of countless people across the galaxy, who would willingly travel to Penacony and merge into the Taiyi Dream.
Just like if that bastard Qiu Bi had been willing to reveal the price of wishes, he would not have become so universally despised. There might even have been countless people flocking to him. That was reality.
If Qiu Bi hid the price, it was deception. If he revealed it, it was called Equivalent Exchange. One wish in exchange for one life—whether it was worth it depended entirely on the hardship the other person faced.
If Sunday merely created the Taiyi Dream without forcing anyone to enter it, countless people with nowhere left to turn in reality would still willingly enter it.
If things ended that way, neither the Trailblazer, the Corporation, nor any other faction would have anything to criticize.
Unfortunately, that outcome could not be achieved either.
Because some people did not want the Taiyi Dream to appear in reality, and the difficulties caused by that were no less severe than the current situation.
"So, Chen Luo, do you think Sunday is right?" Stelle had a headache.
Oh no. Her backer had defected to the enemy's final boss.
Calling him a backer might have been an exaggeration, but Chen Luo truly was the person who could completely cover for them.
If Chen Luo switched sides, the problem would become serious.
"Whether he's right or wrong shouldn't be for me to decide. How about this? Let me ask you a question," Chen Luo said.
"Ask away."
Although the situation sounded extremely urgent, the Festival of Harmony had not begun yet, and Stelle and the others happened to have no idea what they should be doing.
And although Uncle Yang