Earlier, in the Heavenly People Holy Guardian Empire.
"Boohoo—Zarqlan's Debt of Gratitude can never be repaid!"
In the resplendent imperial palace, the Sacred Guard Empress sat on her throne in golden dragon robes. Tears poured from her reddened eyes like a spring, streamed down her flawless face, and dripped from her smooth chin.
Wails filled the palace. The deeply moving words sent by the Interstellar Human Military Junta floated in midair, while the Sky Bishop and ministers lay prostrate on the floor, their sobbing deafening.
"The great prophet Zarqlan's kindness cannot be repaid in one lifetime, or two, or even a thousand or ten thousand lifetimes!!!"
"Boohoo..." The golden-eyed Sky Bishop knelt on the floor, weeping bitterly. Tears soaked her silk sleeves, and dried tear tracks covered her exquisite cheeks, making her look especially pitiable.
"Great prophet Zarqlan!!!"
A minister roared in anguish, then rose and slammed his head into a pillar carved with a Chinese dragon, splitting his head open.
"Great prophet! Take me with you! Let me follow in your footsteps forever!"
Inside the palace, handsome men and beautiful women sobbed together. Psionics Power laden with sorrow surged through the hall, deepening everyone's grief.
Psionics Power could stimulate emotions tremendously, further amplifying the effects of the loyal orange and Enqin they had eaten.
Even the Empress, whose standing in this universe was exceptionally high, leaned back against her throne and sobbed while embracing the palace maid beside her, her delicate body shaking violently. The maid covered her mouth as tears fell one after another.
The entire palace, the entire Heavenly Cathedral, and the entire Empire brimmed with divine psionic power. Every last Precursor was a fanatical believer in Zarqlan.
Every word Xi Yan had typed overflowed with the utmost devotion. Upon hearing them, these Heavenly People could not