The ancestors' revival filled the entire Empire Spiritual Network with excitement and joy. Of course, thanks to the Shilin Apostles' natural rationality, this historic event did not disrupt normal work order. On the contrary, the mood had only positive effects: in Sandora's words, the Shilin Apostles had never felt so focused and motivated as they did today. The ancestors themselves might not be able to contribute much to the New Empire's development—after all, they were merely ordinary mortals—but for a race, finding its roots was meaningful beyond words. I could imagine it: throughout the years, no matter how powerful the Shilin Apostles became, something had always been missing. They did not know where their homeland lay, nor what their civilization had been like at its beginning. Their only accurate records worthy of being called history began with their long exile through the void. Everything before that was practically myth and legend—to any race, that would be a thorn in the throat.
Especially for the strongest race in the void, it was even more awkward.
But now, that awkward situation had finally come to an end. The Shilin Apostles had found their roots, and they would soon fill in the only embarrassing blank in their civilization's history. Their history would no longer have to begin with an account of exile. Instead, they could proudly declare: We came from a world. That was our homeland. Our ancestors were wise and farsighted beings. Though they were mortals, they still deserved respect. We spoke face-to-face with our ancestors and learned everything that had happened to our civilization from its birth to the present day.
Outsiders might not understand, but to the Shilin Apostles themselves, this was immensely significant.
Perhaps that relaxed and cheerful atmosphere had spread to our family through the Spiritual Network. Though