The planet, already impossibly massive, had grown even larger during this latest feast. Its atmosphere expanded along with it, reaching hundreds of thousands of kilometers into the upper sky. Within that range, almost-solid, active Psionics surged and pulsed.
Even lifeforms with no awakened Psionics could feel it once they entered: Psionics like living bacteria and microorganisms coursed back and forth through their bodies.
Any physical damage caused by age or other factors would be completely healed under the influence of the ubiquitous Psionics. Some lucky individuals would even awaken Psionics as a result.
"This is Pandora's current limit. It'll continue growing rapidly for a while, until it has fully digested everything it gained this time," Lin Zhichen said. His consciousness was attached to the planet, and with a single thought, his Psionic perception could reach across a range of thousands of light-years.
It was like being omniscient and omnipotent. In an instant, all the information from thousands of light-years flooded in at once. The sheer volume could overwhelm a sage's consciousness, but with the entire divine kingdom behind him, he easily received the information stream. His divine spark automatically collected the scattered data and organized it into files.
"Has it really become this prosperous?" He sighed softly. Two or three centuries in the Material Realm had brought changes on a scale comparable to the shifting of seas and mountains.
This desolate, lifeless Star Sector had been developed into a thriving region through generations of effort by the people of the Empire. Apart from the Fortress Star Systems deliberately reserved to defend the capital, artificial structures floated everywhere among the thousands of star systems, alongside countless spacecraft.
His Psionic perception easily calculated the population of the entire region: 32,000 planets, with a population of over 100 trillion!
"The capital Star Sector