On August 10, 836 Common Era, the moment the youngest admiral in the history of the Blue Star Commonwealth appeared before the public in White Jade Capital, cheers rang out across the planet's night sky.
"He's back!"
"He's safe and sound!"
"He'll lead us again and overthrow the Empire's tyranny!"
Those cries then spread across the entire star sector—and even throughout the known universe—at a speed far exceeding that of source waves.
Even the former Commonwealth citizens in the occupied territories hid in their homes, sealed their doors and windows, and cautiously switched on their terminals, gazing with longing at the young man standing in White Jade Capital's plaza.
Over the past two years, the Blue Star Commonwealth had lost ninety percent of its territory and people. They had suffered defeat after defeat. Yet whenever they thought of this young man, they could always feel their glory returning.
Yes. The Imperial devils had already conquered half the known universe. There was no shame in losing to them.
But with only a corner of the universe and less than a tenth of the Empire's military and national strength, we Earthlings had continued to resist. We had even ventured straight into the Celestial Domain, crowning our glory with the Emperor's fall.
Although there was no evidence so far that the young man had anything to do with Emperor Ilesel's fall, the entire universe believed it. Ordinary Earthlings were no exception.
All in all, Marshal Yu Lian—and I—were incredible!
For all the soldiers and civilians in occupied territories who still held out hope for the banner of the "Commonwealth" and "Earthlings," seeing the young man standing beneath the starlight of New Shenzhou meant they would never lose their fighting spirit.
At that moment, the young commander, bathed in starlight, raised his hand to