Him and their stars.

Chapter 2138 Dragon's Arrival in the Palace
Half a minute later, Fei Fei glanced at the spot where Xia Li had disappeared and said thoughtfully, "I think I've seen this scene somewhere before. But Xia Li's way of escaping is just too beautiful, so beautiful that I dare not look. Logically speaking, once you've seen it, you should never forget it."

High Priest Norddos slowly dispelled the prism shield in front of him. He stared intently in the direction where Shirley had disappeared, his eyes deep and lost in thought. Then he looked at Fifi, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Truly decisive. This ability to assess the situation is truly worthy of..."

“I think you’re overthinking things again,” Fei Fei interrupted. “It’s just a survival instinct. As an ally, Shirley has done everything she could. As an Avenger, she could certainly act more rationally. However, she’s still too rational. She should be with me and take you down first.”

The high priest looked melancholy: "Very well, may she be at peace."

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he had just been planning to turn that poor girl into upgrade material.

"Only by completely perishing in my hands can she seek further possibilities from the myriad causes and effects that arise in an instant. This is the true meaning of 'exploration.' If she cannot die by my hand, I would rather she have a peaceful life. Count Latis Salvin is indeed a great man who has made great contributions to the well-being of the entire universe and human civilization. His daughter with Princess Messina deserves a peaceful future."

At this point, Old Xingjian sighed again: "But, is she willing?"

Feifei, however, asked curiously, "Princess Meisena? Who is that?"

It sounds like someone important in the royal family, but Fifi had never heard of him.

The over-100-year-old psychic, with a mysterious smile and a mystical tone as if saying, "I was under the bed at the time," chuckled and said, "The wife of Count Salvin."

Just as expected!

"That young lady's mother. Of course, this was when she was still human. Was she really still human?"

As expected.

"She is His Majesty's own sister."

This is something I never expected. But what good is this secret now? If Shirley knew her target for revenge was her own uncle, would she give up on her plan?
Feifei opened her mouth slightly, only remaining surprised for two seconds, before asking, "What exactly is the relationship between His Majesty and Count Salvin?"

“They were once allies, once close friends, once wanting to seek the truth together.” The high priest shrugged.

"What kind of truth are you seeking? The Primarch Project?"

“The Salvin family did indeed contribute a great deal to the Primarch Project. I am just a lowly servant, and my knowledge is only superficial.”

Feifei smiled: "Very good, that's enough, thank you very much. Let's get back to the present."

At that moment, the murderous aura that had been stagnant in the air reignited. Flames rose again from the scorched earth and began to spread to the surrounding gardens.

Standing in the fire, the High Priest of Norddos looked at Fifi. If one ignored the fervor in his eyes, he still appeared quite patient: "...You are the 'Primarch' who carries a part of Her Majesty Iwenya's qualities. You are qualified to do anything here."

Fifi's smile remained unchanged: "So now you're going to discuss the Primarch Project with me again?"

“Yes, the Primarch Project,” Norddor said readily, seemingly believing that revealing this information at this moment was not a problem, or rather, it was originally part of his plan: “This is one of the projects promoted by the Imperial Royal Family in pursuit of ultimate truth, in order to perfect the bloodline of the Dawn Dragon, and in order to unleash the greatest power of the Void Crown. Her Majesty Empress Iwenya is one of the greatest psionicists in the history of the Empire. Her genes and her psionic nature are irreplaceable treasures.”

“She was the initiator. Of course, she is irreplaceable.” Fei Fei shrugged and chuckled. “Besides, Empress Iwenya was only a seventh-ringed being when she was alive, while I am already a demigod. Even if my genes come from her, even if I am simply her clone, I have already surpassed her.”

She stared straight at the high priest without wavering, showing no unease about her origins.

This woman already knew about his background. Norddos immediately understood this. He also understood that even if she had only just found out, her resolve would likely be difficult to shake.
"Speaking of which, I still don't understand the meaning of Primarch. Could I be a source material like Shirley?" Fifi laughed. "Your Majesty, am I a source material too?"

"I am truly just a loyal servant of the Dawn Royal Family, and I would never dare to have such a disrespectful thought." The implication was that such a possibility existed, but as a member of the royal family, he, the loyal "old servant," felt it was best not to get involved.

"So, I was part of the plan from the very beginning?" Fifi's voice remained calm, but the air around her seemed to freeze.

“Everyone is part of the plan, Miss Fina, including myself, and even His Majesty the Emperor himself.” Norddos spread his arms, his tone carrying an almost martyr’s devotion: “This is for the eternity of the Empire, for the eternity of civilization. This is to glimpse the true eternity beyond the gate of truth!”

Feifei looked at the humble and devout old man Xingjian with her hands clasped in her hands, and inexplicably felt a sense of superiority.

This is the eighth ring road. Once you fall into the trap of value-based and worldview-based psychological manipulation (PUA), isn't this just an abstract form of behavior?
This is how modern people feel when they look at premodern fanatics.

A sense of moral and civilized superiority is actually quite difficult to cultivate, so we must cherish it.

……

Meanwhile, at the core of the Heavenly Realm and even the Galactic Empire, lies the Dragon Palace.

This majestic and magnificent space city, within the celestial realm, also contains the Infinite Palace and the Nebula Palace, but since Emperor Elithel's ascension to the throne, it has been the symbol of the Galactic Empire's supreme power. It is a sacred work of art sculpted from stars, gold, jade, and endless splendor and elegance. It silently floats in the inner ring of the celestial realm, maintaining an observation distance of 1000 million kilometers from Tireiro's home planet, and always maintaining a perfect astronomical unit from the sun.

Yes, this is the concept of the astronomical unit in this modern civilization.

It stands there in the void, maintaining its perfect outer space orbit, as if receiving the adoration and worship of all the stars.

If we ignore the energy flashes and occasional deafening explosions in the outer airspace, and the fact that ominous flickers were being painted across the vast distance onto the smooth outer walls of the Dragon Palace, this might just be the most magnificent space city in the entire universe.

However, this most magnificent and imposing space structure in the entire universe still stands tall in the starry sky.

It seemed as if it would never be destroyed, standing as the Galactic Empire until the end of the universe. In reality, ignoring its magnificent golden appearance, this thing was a whole size larger than all the Empire's Skyholds combined.

Yes, it's much more magnificent than that burning Hand of Glory.

If a Dragon Palace were to be struck by an arc cannon, how long could it withstand the attack?

Yu Lian couldn't help but fall into such thoughts.

However, seeing the palace staff running around or trembling with fear and anxiety on the magnificent imperial road, Yu Lian finally withdrew his imagination.

Well, those who can work in the Dragon Palace must be citizens or even minor nobles from respectable families in the empire, but they are not guilty of a capital offense.

As Yu Lian thought this, his figure moved forward like a ghost, passing through layers of corridors and gardens. The palace guards and automatic defense systems were useless in front of him.

Or rather, he walked right past the guards without attracting their attention at all.

He simply moved forward while listening to remote reports from his subordinates.

Yu Lian felt that he could be both a commander and a challenger. After all, he was a proper adult; why couldn't he have both?

"The Hand of Glory Fortress is confirmed to be disabled. The landing force has entered the fortress from Sector C and is moving unimpeded. It is expected to arrive at the fortress command post in 48 minutes."

"The Hand of Glory landing force reports that the Imperial Army is surrendering to us."

"The main force of the fleet has crossed the outer ring warning zone. Fighter jets are clearing the turret group."

"A fleet of 36 patrol gunboats has been detected within the star system. Fighters are attacking."

"We have still not received any communications from the Privy Council, the Prime Minister's Office, or the Emperor. The troops that landed in Lucheng are on standby."

"The Eye of the Sky reports that the fleet led by Sobek and Duke Galibean has arrived in the Vidaloca system, and is still 72 hours away from the Sky Domain."

"Nobov's fleet is on the same route, more than 90 hours away from us."

"The monitoring network reports that the King Werrent's fleet and the vanguard fleet under Marshal Betaway have rendezvoused and are at least 95 hours away from the Sky Domain."

"The original Duke Barryon's fleet has set sail, and Marshal Betaway will personally take charge of unified command."

"The intelligence department has intercepted the latest information from the Imperial intranet: King Brunhilde's Dawn Angel has arrived in the Lantimao system of the Shengyuan Star Sector."

All the other news was within Yu Lian's expectations, except for the last one, which was quite intriguing.

Brunhilde acted even faster than she had imagined. But even if she could get there in time, what could she possibly do?

Regardless, the empire's nearest reinforcements are three days away, which means there are still many opportunities to waste.

Yu Lian strolled leisurely to the audience hall as if taking a walk, and there he saw a chubby figure in formal attire under the lintel decorated with royal crests.

That was an acquaintance of his, Earl Conroy, the Minister of the Palace, who was essentially the emperor's chief steward.

The kind-looking middle-aged man, with a flawless, warm smile, bowed to Yu Lian and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, General."

He was indeed a seasoned and impeccable butler, elegant, proper, steady, and full of style.

Of course, this was also the first person Yu Lian could see after entering the Dragon Palace.