Ye Yulin, known among the people as the "Sunlight Old Man," said he wanted to bring the sun's warmth to every corner of the world. The Soul Guidance solar panel network he oversaw was truly remarkable, solving many energy problems and drastically lowering living costs for civilians in the pilot zones.
Jing Hongchen, master of Mingde Hall and lead engineer of the humanoid Soul Tool project, promised people on television that in a hundred years, no one would need to do housework by hand; fully automated Soul Guidance robots would do it for them.
Ma Yinglong, deputy master of Mingde Hall and director of the Soul Guidance Satellite program, had personally overseen the current low-altitude satellite project. He had also told people that one day, Soul Guidance Satellites would truly be launched to the surface of planets, and there would even be rockets capable of leaving the planet.
Now, all of them were dead. The things they had promised were gone.
The dream had shattered.
No... perhaps there was still one more Level 9 Soul Engineer.
Boom!
Huo Yuhao's body tore directly through the conventional Soul Guidance barrier, thin as a sheet of paper, and descended into the Sun Moon Empire's imperial palace.
Before that, someone's body had already been trembling like a sieve.
"Why? Why exactly?! Why did he do this? What does he want? What is there that this crown prince... no, that I cannot give him?"
Xu Tianran clutched his hair tightly, his eyes bloodshot, his face haggard, anguish written all over him.
Just before news of Tongshui Pass's defeat arrived and the Holy Spirit Cult's army reached Ming Capital, his frail father had coughed up blood and died ahead of time. Yet Xu Tianran could not feel even the slightest joy.
It was true that