As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, Li Zhenguo and the others began breathing heavily. Disbelief blazed in Zhou Donglai's eyes.
The other senior officials stared fixedly at Lin Yi, their eyes burning with longing they had suppressed for thousands of years—and with wild, disbelieving joy.
"Commander." Li Zhenguo's voice was terribly hoarse. He turned to meet Zhou Donglai's gaze, and the two old partners, who had worked together for thousands of years, saw the same tumultuous emotions reflected in each other's eyes.
In the end, Li Zhenguo was the one who steadied himself. He took a deep breath and asked as calmly as he could, "Commander, I wonder... does this matter of resurrection need to be kept secret? The New Year is almost here. If possible, could we broadcast it live to the entire civilization, so everyone can witness this momentous occasion with their own eyes?"
There was a clear note of caution in his voice.
Lin Yi looked at Li Zhenguo and nodded. "It seems you've noticed the complications, too."
"In principle, information about resurrection must be kept secret from those below a certain level. It cannot be freely circulated on the Pan-Spirit Alliance Virtual Network."
Li Zhenguo and the others felt their hearts sink.
But Lin Yi continued, "That said, it shouldn't be a problem."
Then Lin Yi gave an order. "Xuanji."
The projection of a woman in palace attire instantly took shape beside Lin Yi. She bowed gracefully. "Master."
"Apply in my name for special broadcast authorization throughout Silver Blue Civilization. Specify that I intend to resurrect the fallen within Silver Blue Civilization."
"Understood. The application has been submitted." Data streams flashed rapidly in Xuanji's eyes.
Just three seconds later,
Xuanji looked up. "Master, the authorization has been granted directly by Your Excellency Xingyi, head of