An Offering

The connection between their bodies and psychic energy made people like Erdos unconsciously grow closer to Wei He, regarding him as their most important family.

Under such influence, Wei He hardly needed to use any coercive control abilities to earn the respect and esteem of all Revivalist members.

"President, if we can place a few of our compatriots within the Immortal Council, perhaps..." Erdos suddenly said.

Though they possessed the flesh, blood, and a thread of psychic energy Wei He had granted them, they remained independent individuals with thoughts of their own.

"No rush. The Immortal Council has special purification measures. Do not act against the councilors for now, but you can tentatively reveal our ideals to some neutral councilors and try to win them over. See what they think."

With the confidence brought by three Immortal-level members, the Revivalists, though not yet large in scale, already carried considerable weight.

After all, across the Empire's hundreds of billions of star systems, there were only three-digit numbers of Immortals.

And Immortals like General Cole were even military figures holding real power in the Wulan galaxy.

Thus, although the Revivalists had only several million members, their weight was already entirely different.

"Understood." Erdos quickly went on to ask about the development directions of the major strongholds.

Wei He made the decisions one by one. After the two had spoken for more than ten minutes, Erdos swiftly got out of the car and vanished silently into the darkness beneath the night curtain.

Wei He got out as well, leaned against the car door, and quietly lit himself a cigarette.

The Revivalists were still very young. Compared with the Empire's territory spanning hundreds of billions of star systems, he still had a long, long road ahead.

But no matter what, he was no longer