Every celestial body swallowed by the Great Rift had undergone tremendous changes, becoming strange and dangerous... If every hardship they had overcome were written down in detail, it would make for a stirring, magnificent epic...
The miracle was something the Yellow Turban Army had achieved through courage, sacrifice, and the protection of Yellow Heaven.
If only the Celestial Master were beside me now... Veronica's smile froze. This should have been a happy moment, yet the emotions in her heart were so sorrowful...
The world was material, and the dead could not return to life. Veronica said similar things when consoling others. Yet when it came to her own loss, she could not let go.
"Celestial Master, if only you could see us now."
"Lady Veronica, what were you saying?" someone beside her asked.
The matter of titles was interesting, too. In terms of her position, Veronica was the supreme leader of the Yellow Turban Army-the Celestial Master. But... everyone knew Veronica disliked being called the Celestial Master. In her heart, there was only one Celestial Master: the first.
Thus, everyone had grown accustomed to addressing her as "Lady" instead of "Celestial Master." Of course, no one denied Veronica's standing because of a difference in titles. Her contributions to the Yellow Turban Army deserved everyone's respect and admiration.
"Nothing... nothing..." Veronica hastily changed the subject. "I was thinking that, although liberating more Imperial Worlds is important, our slogan is even more important."
"The Corpse Emperor is dead, Yellow Heaven Shall Rise. In the year of Jiazi, great fortune shall come to all under heaven?" Someone immediately understood what Veronica meant. "But Celestial... Lady Veronica, we revised our interpretation of the slogan at the Second Assembly of All Representatives, while we were in the Great Rift."
"Jiazi no longer represents sixty years,