At that moment, the boundless universe transformed into a deep pool glittering with ripples. The light of the stars shimmered through the profound darkness of space, like faint ripples occasionally spreading across a lake.
As for the enormous ship hovering in the void of space, perhaps it was merely a lone boat beneath the starry heavens.
As the camera pulled back, everyone clearly saw that the supreme ruler of the Galactic Empire—the Imperial Sovereign dressed like an old fisherman—was sitting in that lone boat, twirling an utterly ordinary fishing rod in his hand.
The fishing line was naturally invisible, but it had presumably already extended hundreds of billions of kilometers into the starry sky.
At that moment, the universe was his kingdom, the stars his palace, and the massive starship beneath him was perhaps nothing more than a low stool he occasionally deigned to visit.
It had to be said that the Empire's broadcast crew understood camera language very well. At the very least, they had elevated the emperor's presence until he seemed almost divine... though his current state really did deserve to be called divine.
Yu Lian really wanted to ask a professional beside him, but Feifei had already sent him a telepathic message: "It's overly theatrical, but it's perfectly adequate for commercial films and promotional documentaries."
Yu Lian naturally believed the words of Yagemi's finest director.
In any case, the scene was so far beyond an ordinary person's imagination that the command center on the receiving end of the broadcast fell utterly silent. Yu Lian was certain that the hundreds of millions of people watching this scene were all gaping in astonishment.
"So he really is fishing?" Yu Lian heard someone mutter.
Well, the scene was simply too shocking. Their reaction was only natural.
Yu Lian was speechless