"Star Continent faces a great calamity. Ravaged by monsters from beyond the heavens, only the Three Emperors and Five Emperors can save Star Continent and all living things."
No one knew where the news had first spread from, but driven by an invisible hand behind the scenes, it traveled farther and farther. Before long, it swept across Star Continent like a prairie fire.
At first, most people did not believe it.
"Hadn't the Three Emperors and Five Emperors of history all died? Or gone missing? How could they possibly all still be alive?"
But explanations addressing such doubts soon clamored to the forefront.
"You simply don't understand. Not only the Three Emperors and Five Emperors—even our Star Saint never died. They were all people whose cultivation reached the heavens. How could they possibly die?"
"After the Three Emperors and Five Emperors achieved fame and success, they saw through the mortal world. The splendor of human life could no longer attract them. They chose to slumber, and once Star Continent faced a crisis of life and death, they would awaken again."
Besides that, there were other explanations as well.
"These emperors all left Star Continent to explore broader worlds. As long as we call for them, they will hurry back to save Star Continent."
"These emperors all took the Star Saint as their master and live in a sacred hall in the deepest reaches of the stars. As long as we can contact them, we will be saved!"
Though the explanations came in every shape and color, more and more people chose to believe them.
Beneath the despair and darkness brought by the army of Gods and Devils, people longed for light beyond measure.
Even if that sliver of light was so illusory, so unreal.
As such public opinion gradually became