"Granted. I approve the plan drawn up by the Privy Council and the Grand Marshal's Office. May the Spirit of the Universe be with you, and may victory and glory endure forever."
Emperor Iliser's voice crossed the boundless gray seas of the Void in an instant and descended upon the node he had chosen in the material world. At his present level of power, the emperor's mind was already as vast and profound as an abyss, and the mental anchor formed by his will had long since transcended the constraints of space and time.
Thus, at that moment, the Privy Council ministers who had been waiting for a long time in the audience chamber of Dragonfall Palace in the Celestial Domain all heard the Supreme One's voice. Though they still had not seen the emperor himself, his voice had arrived, and his will had arrived. That meant the emperor himself was there.
The ministers who governed the entire Galactic Empire and half the universe knelt on one knee in the audience hall, listening in the most humble posture to the divine voice from the Void. At that moment, they were not merely receiving their sovereign's decree; it was more like listening to a divine oracle.
"May victory and glory endure forever." The emperor's voice, majestic as a god's, rang in their ears.
The Privy Council's senior ministers answered respectfully in unison, "May glory ever attend Your Majesty!"
But the majestic voice immediately took a sudden turn, becoming lighthearted. "Hehahaha, there's no need to be so tense. Even if you ministers dare not speculate about the future, you ought to have confidence in your own nation's strength. Whatever the outcome, I'm still alive, and I can always bail you out. If you've made up your minds, then go ahead and do