Three days later, the opening ceremony of the Galaxy Grand Assembly was bustling beyond measure.
The main venue was located in Entropy Capital, one of the Galaxy Five Capitals.
More than three thousand civilization delegations gathered here, along with countless tourists who had come in person.
Every race had prepared performances to promote its own culture and history.
Many small civilizations had thrown themselves into declaring their presence at the assembly. This was almost their only chance.
This grand event was practically a platform for the entire Milky Way to celebrate, as well as a means of maintaining galactic cohesion.
On a magnificent golden plaza thirty million kilometers in diameter, Galaxy Civilizations entered one after another, performance following performance, grand and majestic enough to shake the heart.
From these performances, one could sense the weight of every civilization's history and the depth of its culture. In this regard, small civilizations were not much inferior to great ones.
Countless people throughout the Milky Way watched their mother civilizations display themselves upon this stage before the entire galaxy through the live broadcast, and many were moved to tears.
Soon, it was Ziwei's turn. They too had their own program.
It was a group drum performance rehearsed by the Sixth Heavenly Army under Liu Tengkong's leadership.
Aliens from all over the Milky Way were utterly baffled when they saw the people of Ziwei bring out such fragile instruments.
Even the most backward civilization would bring instruments capable of vibrating the vacuum of space! Gravitational Wave string instruments, celestial pulse zithers, void percussion... Any Interstellar Civilization would gradually develop such things.
The Nomo Civilization's earlier performance had featured them transforming into fish-tailed forms, dancing upon waves while playing with Little Suns. Amid their group dance, they rhythmically struck the Little Suns, releasing waves of