old man with a white beard

Dark clouds stretched across the sky, and a cold wind swept through the land, resembling the apocalypse.

A hollow appeared in the dense black clouds. A celestial body trailing flames flashed past.

There was no slow motion like in the movies. It flashed through the clouds in an instant, piercing heaven and earth! But An Yang could still vaguely make out something within the flames—a metal object.

Only after a long while did the muffled boom gradually reach them from afar.

"Has it happened again?"

"But there are so few this time..."

An Yang remained remarkably calm in the face of this strange phenomenon. He frowned and thought for a while. Only after realizing that something was wrong did he tap on the table.

A celestial soldier immediately strode in.

"General!"

"Mm." An Yang nodded and pointed toward the curtain of rain that had just begun falling outside the window. "You saw it, right?"

"I did."

"This time is a little strange."

"The city guards have already gone to deal with it. We don't know the results yet, but if there's only one, even if it lands outside Silver Moon City's protective barrier, it won't pose a threat to us."

"Mm."

An Yang nodded, then lowered his head and picked up his fountain pen.

After working himself to the bone over the past few days, he had finally finished planning the empire's power structure and set up an initial framework. The basic administrative orders could be left to these people to carry out. Even complicated orders needed to be passed down to the local authorities through this newly established institution. He merely needed to personally supervise them.

What was giving him a headache now was the empire's future cultural ideology. He also intended to plan it out himself.

But this