Him and their stars.

Chapter 2068 God Man
Master Lan should indeed still be alive. After all, he is a true god; if he had already perished, how could I not sense it given our bond?

Even so, Yu Lian still breathed a sigh of relief when he received the endorsement of the mysterious "future prince".

“However, all I can confirm is that his life is not in danger, that’s all,” the Lawbreaker said.

In short, the disappearance of Emperor Elisher is now a certainty. As for why the snakes are so certain that it was due to Master Lan's intervention, it's because they can confirm that he arrived in the Heavenly Realm on January 20th.

"How did you manage to track down my master?" Yu Lian asked.

If snakes have such location tracking capabilities, they are more dangerous than we imagine, and we might really need to take strong measures.

"Master Lan has visited the Heavenly Realm eight times, and each time he has stayed at a secure manor operated by our organization, including during your country's War of Independence," the Lawbreaker explained.

"..." Yu Lian really didn't know that his master had actually come to the capital so many times.

"Actually, our organization operates safe houses in Tianyu, Nefi, Huaxu, and some other important star systems. We simply provide temporary shelter for our fellow Daoists. Master Lan should have already guessed that our organization is running these safe houses, but since he hasn't asked, we haven't interfered." The Breaker's attitude remained sincere.

"So, this is the tacit understanding between people from all walks of life." The woman still looked very proud.

"We have no conflict with Master Lan. We only have respect for him."

Well, the snakes really didn't have any irreconcilable grudges with their master. And although they were a cult, terrorists, anti-establishment elements, and tax evaders, they still vaguely followed the rules of the sect.

In short, according to the lawbreaker, Lan Zhenren stayed in the safe house for a day, which coincided with the time when Emperor Elisel last appeared in public.

It was January 22nd. The Emperor went to the Heavenly Domain to inspect the assault team that had just completed its training—they were to be sent to the Commonwealth's occupied territories to fight counterinsurgency wars—and originally planned to go to the Fist of Glory Fortress the next day to watch the Imperial Guard's training, but ultimately the trip was canceled at the last minute.

What followed was a long period of disappearance, and a series of subsequent upheavals.

Of course, the slight instability around the Celestial Realm couldn't truly overthrow the Dawn Royal Family's three-thousand-year rule. As the most formidable and powerful reactionary force in the entire universe, the Privy Council demonstrated the necessary decisiveness. They used only a small portion of their forces to dismantle all opposition.

The labor movement was suppressed, and labor representatives were executed. Even the upper-class Senate fared no better; progressive representatives were secretly arrested and the Senate was placed in indefinite recess. Judges from the tribunal also moved into key military and government departments to investigate so-called "primitive" elements.

At the same time, shipyards and arsenals continued to efficiently manufacture weapons of war, and recruitment in various star sectors was proceeding in an orderly manner.

The war continues to devour the empire's resources, but for this cosmic overlord who controls half the galaxy, it seems far from being truly exhausted.

However, discerning people can vaguely sense that some changes, once they occur, are irreversible.

Of course, even at this point, the role Mr. Qi played in this matter is still just speculation.

What truly convinced the snake of its suspicions was Qin Guang, who had occurred a few days prior.

On March 1st, the Privy Council officials, including the "Red King," finally met the emperor himself, whom they had not seen for a long time, an emperor who was in a spiritual state.

"My mere physical body was exchanged for his sword that severed a galaxy; I gained an advantage. We staked our lives on the stars and used the world as collateral. This is the most exhilarating experience I've had in a hundred years. Isn't it wonderful?"

Before his retinue of high-ranking officials, Emperor Elithel stood with his sword at his side, his spiritual body burning like a sun crown, and his thunderous laughter seemed capable of shaking the galaxy.

However, behind his transparent spirit body was the imperial throne, carved entirely from seven-sided gemstone. The Void Crown rested upon it, yet it seemed to have lost its master.

This ominous feeling only flashed through the mind of the "Red King" before he was terrified by such a disrespectful thought.

However, as the saying goes, some changes, once they occur, are irreversible.

The emperor seemed oblivious to the emperor's ulterior motives, or perhaps those present with ulterior motives were not limited to the Red King alone. However, this supreme ruler who had governed the Galactic Empire for nearly two centuries seemed utterly unconcerned about such matters.

He told his high-ranking officials, "I have never felt so close to true eternity. Is this not thanks to the Blue Star community? My ministers, a meteor sharpens a blade, proving the immortality of the celestial realm; a blood-red sunset reveals the dawn's embrace of the Milky Way. My fellow citizens born on that small Blue Star are my whetstone, and are they not also our whetstone?"

They looked at each other, speechless. They were all mortals, unable to comprehend the thoughts of gods. As mortals, they simply felt that the Galactic Empire had sacrificed far too much for this war.

They were no longer even sure if they could end the war in a dignified manner.

Fortunately, the emperor believed they could win.

"Then, the secular military and political affairs will be left to you. When the flames of the Star Forge have burned out, you will find that the future of the Empire and humanity will reach the other side of the starry sea, where a glorious new era will begin."

The emperor, now a spirit, looked down upon his ministers: "However, if we ultimately cannot overcome this hurdle, then it will be my destiny! Hahaha, but the fall of kings is common, and the rule of kings is never sacred. But the empire will not fall. The Tirelo people march towards the stars and the sea beyond, as eternal as the universe itself. When that time comes, you should initiate the imperial selection ceremony. This is the function of the Privy Council."

Whether it was acting or not, as a monarch who had sat in the most powerful position in the entire galaxy for two hundred years, Emperor Elithel certainly demonstrated a level of understanding that far surpassed that of ordinary people.

However, the emperor added the following statement: "I have approved the resignation of Lord Inota and appointed King Brunhilde of Suliuka to succeed him as the Privy Council's Grand Seal Master."

Having just functionally "annihilated" the Blue Star Community, the Galactic Empire lost the Gate of Glory and was even attacked by enemy fleets to the Dragon's Nest and its homeland. No matter how many warships were lost at the front lines, none of these events had a greater impact on the Empire.

At this point, even under the imperial system, a mere slap on the wrist wouldn't suffice.

Marshal Betaway, the chief of staff of the Grand Marshal's Office, was held accountable, and several of his senior staff officers were arrested and executed. Even he himself boarded a warship, preparing to personally lead the charge to block the dragon.

The Privy Council was also adjusted.

After being dismissed from his post, Count Rozanlake, who was in charge of military intelligence, chose to live a dignified life in his official residence. Several other high-ranking officials also received punishment.

Meanwhile, the over 100-year-old Lord Keeper of the Seals, Grand Duke Inota, also announced his retirement.

This old man, after all, served the emperor for over eighty years, and only then did he manage such a less-than-honorable but peaceful landing. Of course, the eldest prince himself would probably be quite happy to have jumped out of this quagmire.

He was already 103 years old, but still hoped to continue working for a few more years, not expecting to die suddenly on duty. However, it was King Brunhilde of Suliuka who succeeded Grand Duke Inota, which surprised many people.

With the new King Soreon and King Slein already in power, Brunhilde is no longer the youngest elector, but he remains the youngest Privy Councillor and the least senior.

Indeed, she has created the most brilliant victories in the war so far, and she has also functionally destroyed the community. So, what signal does her direct appointment as Privy Council Chief at this stage send?

This is certainly quite intriguing.

So, after the emperor's last appearance, the "Red King" finally contacted his former colleagues and told them everything he had seen and heard.

"The Emperor's final decision is probably the main reason why the Crimson King contacted you," Yu Lian said with a smile.

“He doesn’t deny that,” the Lawbreaker said.

"Hahaha, what a filial choice for emperor!" Yu Lian thought of "Red King." Back during the battle at the Snake Cave, he was full of vigor and exuded domineering aura, still the most suitable cosplayer Yu Lian had ever seen for cosplaying the Golden Toilet Man. But now, thinking about it, he seems more suited to cosplaying the First Warlord.

“He is a progressive Dragon King. He yearns for change, and that is why he became one of us,” said the Lawbreaker.

"Is this progress? How does it compare to Brin's land reform efforts on Earth and in New Asia?" Yu Lian grinned maliciously.

"Well, I cannot comment on the future you seek. However, the Red King possesses a determination to bring about change. He is the driving force behind the Colossus Weapons, which is sufficient proof of his will."

Then, the will of the future public came into being.

“Many people have invited me to the Celestial Realm. There’s Brin, there’s the High Priest of Norddos, and there are you all. Now, even if there are multiple Crimson Kings, it doesn’t matter; he’s not even in the top ranks.” Yu Lian stared directly at the dragonman’s spirit. He was becoming more and more familiar with the composition of the spellbreaker’s spirit, and he could vaguely sense the restlessness of the other’s soul essence.

“This is what they mean by ‘the righteous gain much support, the unrighteous lose little support,’” he said.

Yu Lian chuckled, “But isn’t there a possibility that this is a trap? Is it possible that the Crimson King is actually an incredibly loyal Dragon King? He’s just following the Emperor’s will and created a weakness for me. Now, I am the Galactic Empire’s nemesis. As long as I live, their rule will collapse from its foundation. Everyone is worth the sacrifice to destroy me.”

This time, the Lawbreaker did not offer any explanation, but simply smiled humbly as before: "However, even without our notification today, Your Excellency would certainly have gone to the Heavenly Realm."

Yu Lian was silent for a few seconds, then nodded frankly: "Yes, whether there are traps or not, this trip to the Heavenly Domain is unavoidable. Or rather, it's better if there are traps. Hehe, I'm actually getting excited."

He broke into a ferocious grin, revealing his madness, and even stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.

So, the future public will has come to be, is that right?

He held out a hand and said matter-of-factly, "Give it to me."

The Breaker seemed to be gazing at Yu Lian, but his gaze gradually drifted away: "How can this mystery, which spans across the stars and stretches for millennia, be anchored in psychic energy and will, and how can it permanently solidify the walls of memory and power? I truly cannot describe it in words. Please forgive me, but I, in my foolishness, have no other way to carry out the inheritance but to let you directly witness the most primordial configuration."

As he whispered, a core of light and shadow gradually separated from his spirit body.

It was a ball of light the size of a fist, its even more dazzling luster pulsating rhythmically like a living thing, like a "seed" formed of spiritual energy. The halo it emitted was soft and soothing, exuding an indescribable attraction.

Divinity and demonic nature converged into one here.

“In most stories, this thing is like the root of all evil,” Yu Lian said.

“I cannot deny it.” The dragon-man lowered his head, revealing an apologetic expression. “However, you should understand that techniques above the seventh ring cannot be transmitted through natural means. This is a direct gift from the will of the ‘Future Duke,’ and also my final mission. But, as I said before, everything depends on your free will… Uh, my words sound like a clumsy attempt at provocation, but this is really just a message.”

The woman now gazes at the ball of light with longing and yearning. A homeless man who has been starving for three days would react the same way upon seeing a large pancake.

Of course, the possibility of it being staged cannot be ruled out. Yu Lian stated that he wouldn't hesitate to speculate on the character of these snakes with the utmost malice.

However, the Seven Sacred Fish, who had already taken a nap, propped up its cat-like head again, its amethyst eyes flashing with curiosity. Then, it let out a low growl that only high-level psionicists could hear.

It was, of course, a low hum of unclear meaning, but without any malice.

Compared to the monstrous snake-headed creature, this adorable and charming mythical beast of the ethereal realm is far more trustworthy.

Yu Lian opened his palm, facing upwards towards the pulsating ball of light, releasing a gentle gravitational pull.

As it turned out, the ball of light did not contain any complex defensive mechanisms. It floated down lightly like a weary bird returning to its nest, hovering steadily in Yu Lian's palm.

To Yu Lian's surprise, the moment he touched it, he actually felt a real tactile sensation, as if it had a physical form and mass.

Immediately afterwards, a pure and vigorous torrent of information, stabilized by a mysterious psionic structure, transformed into a refreshing mental rhythm, which entered Yu Lian's sea of ​​consciousness through his palm.

Suddenly, he felt a grand and magnificent symphony resounding within his soul. Under the influence of those magical notes, his spirit began to rise, as if reaching another dimension of the universe. His soul traversed the tides of information, arriving at the shore of truth.

This wasn't the first time Yu Lian had experienced something like this, but it was the first time he had felt it so clearly.

When he "opened" his eyes, he was shocked to find that he was not on the island of the Lonely Realm, but standing in an endless, pure white space composed of invisible starlight and runes.

He is indeed "invisible," yet he can sense things.

He felt as if he were in a hazy dream, but even though his senses were blurred, his thoughts were clear and distinct.

Thus, Yu Lian also "saw" the figure shrouded in a hazy, dreamlike light and shadow.

Her face was still completely indistinct, yet she possessed an inhuman, breathtaking beauty, like a dream. Although he couldn't see her features, he could sense the serene smile on her face.

"Oh, it's been a long time. I haven't been able to greet you in a while." Yu Lian reached out and greeted him.