You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

The General Staff responded immediately, stating that a wise leader could decide on this level of military action. Indeed, it wouldn't require many resources; the key was to be mindful of the political implications.

A single event can have far-reaching consequences, often triggering a chain reaction of dominoes.

We still have to accept it.

The Great Qian Empire needs to maintain its unification of the followers of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Even knowing that some of the so-called believers in the warring countries are actually refugees who have no real faith, it is still worth taking action.

Zhuang Qing was willing to start a war.

She, who was always cautious, seemed to have made a rash decision, but in reality, it was based on Feng Tianyin's logic that "these people will become believers in the Heavenly Dao sooner or later," so why let this opportunity pass? Moreover, her two companions did express their agreement after hearing about it.

However, none of them expected that a special piece of news would emerge in the world of Terra:

A ceasefire was declared during the festival.

The countries of Western Asia unanimously halted their offensive against Southeast Asia and declared that they would open pilgrimage routes and maintain order.

They issued a joint statement, giving each other ample face.

As a result, public opinion naturally didn't care about the killings in the remote border region, but rather praised the "noble character," "gave face to our Heavenly Dao Sect," and felt honored by "that Your Majesty's influence."

So simple?

In the past, the Western Continent always encouraged its native religions, so why would it give such a big face to heretics?

But the situation has indeed changed in recent years.

The Heavenly Dao Sect, having truly possessed a divine miracle, held an immense advantage. Even in the Western Continent, where the local Holy Spirit Sect had been developing for many years, it had a large following and was a social force that could not be ignored. Even if they wanted to curb its development, they could not stop the tide of history.

The religious freedom clause in the Governor's Agreement that was signed back then restricted him.

Only the Great Qian Dynasty was granted freedom.

Since they couldn't compete with the other side in missionary work, they might as well let the believers from Southeast Asia go during the pilgrimage, which would earn them a good reputation and avoid embarrassment during the upcoming festival visit. It was a win-win situation.

This little incident turned out to be an excellent advertisement.

A ceasefire should be declared during the Heavenly Ritual, or at least world peace should be encouraged; such a noble cause is truly inspiring.

There was a rare period of peace on the battlefield.

The soldiers, who had been able to sit still and catch their breath for so long, couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"We've been fighting in Southeast Asia for a year now, and it's even time for the Heavenly Dao Festival. I don't know when it will end."

"The Aksu Kingdom is too resilient; it's still a long way off."

"I'm so tired."

The Western Continent viewed the ever-expanding Aksu Kingdom as a threat to its colonies and organized a coalition to suppress it. Although they held the upper hand, the enemy relied on mountains and plateaus to maintain a defensive posture, resulting in a slow advance, and the attackers had to rotate and reinforce their troops.

To ensure victory, ground warfare is ultimately necessary; eliminating the enemy's navy does not mean the end.

Reconnaissance planes occasionally flew overhead, accompanied by explosive roars.

That's their air force.

It can't compare to the Great Qian Dynasty, but it's enough to deal with the relatively backward technology of the Aksu Kingdom. During the ceasefire, it can also help to figure out the enemy's deployment, so it's not a bad deal.

Some soldiers clicked their tongues and cursed, "Damn it, so noisy."

They were eager to hear the radio, so they turned the volume up to the maximum and listened to the news from afar.

"Xiayi Radio Channel 1 is reporting on the progress of the festival preparations. The High Priest has visited the altar to inspect the offerings and has checked this year's offerings. The selected offerings include..."

These are all new and exciting things.

The world of Terra is connected like never before under new technological conditions, but this also makes the gap more apparent and inevitably feels shocking. However, at least one can relax a bit, and the festive atmosphere can be heard through the loudspeakers, offering some solace.

On the other hand, it refreshed the understanding of those who came to visit.

They came by plane, which allowed them to overlook most of the Great Qian Empire from the air, with a panoramic view from west to east.

Industry is booming everywhere and has already shifted towards automation.

"Do you believe the data that Daqian has consistently released, which shows that it accounts for slightly more than one-third of the world's output?"

"I don't believe it at all."

"This is only the local data. They won't include those small countries in the inland sea. Even an independent city-state in this inland sea is a powerful industrial city. In fact, they are vassals of the Great Qian and follow its lead."

"I thought we were narrowing the gap, but it has widened instead."

"why?"

"Shouldn't technology be getting closer and closer? Why do I feel like their output is still increasing? Just how many industrial zones have they built?"

"Because the development of the North and South of the New World stimulated demand, Feng Tianyin is right. She expanded her territory through a war and laid the foundation for industrial demand in the following decades. There is no worry about not having a place to use it."

"Don't believe those evasive statistical data. The current industrial output of Daqian is definitely over half."

"Yes, we can't confront them head-on."

"If war is unavoidable, it must take place outside the Western Continent."

The people on the private jet each had their own thoughts.

Everyone is well aware that the Empire is even holding back its strengths, currently only busy with construction and paying more attention to the New World. As a result, its conquest and infiltration around Terra have weakened, but that doesn't mean Feng Tianyin doesn't want to unify the entire Terra.

She is ambitious and will never give up; she is simply waiting for an opportunity, and that opportunity is not far off.

The Heavenly Dao Sect has developed to a considerable extent.

It's really unfair that even our own side has to open up pilgrimage routes to accommodate believers in the country. How can they do this?

I can't stand it.

Under the suppression of the Great Qian Dynasty, the countries of the Western Continent inevitably harbored resentment. Moreover, with the evil god secretly instigating them, witnessing the still-renewing empire today did not evoke fear but instead stirred up nameless anger.

If wars were truly based on data comparisons, they would never happen.

They were determined to fight against the empire.

At this moment, Feng Tianyin, who was in the dressing room preparing her ritual dress, was completely oblivious to her rival's petty thoughts. She was more annoyed by the tedious makeup process, with more and more steps and styles.

"...Where did you find so many cosmetics?"

“Of course, it’s because of advancements in chemical engineering,” Gergentana said proudly. “How about it? The perfume is nice, isn’t it? And the foundation looks very natural, which makes you look great under the light in front of the camera.”

"I can shine on my own."

"That's different. Alright, stop talking. Let the makeup artist do a good job of dressing you up. After all, you're going to meet the Heavenly Dao."

Upon hearing this, Feng Tianyin finally sat up straighter.

The dressing room was still bustling with activity. Just as the High Priest and the Great Prophet were debating the makeup and styling, Zhuang Qing was doing a final check of the process sheet.

"You guys are really bold, actually trying to broadcast the festival's psionic signals into the warp?"

That's incredibly imaginative.

The plan details how to package this Heavenly Ritual using the same psionic signal principle as broadcasting and video, and then send it powerfully into the depths of subspace, transmitting it as far as possible without considering loss or distortion, with tremendous force.

The Great Qian Dynasty always treated this matter with a "no chance" attitude.

But this will inevitably provoke a reaction from the forces of evil gods, because they cannot turn a blind eye to open proselytizing and polluting.

Very provocative.

"There's a high chance a war will break out after the festival, but they're already fighting now."

Zhuang Qing thought about it and began to ponder what to do next, but her two companions were obviously very relieved, especially Gegentana, who said leisurely, "When have those guys not caused trouble after each festival? The only difference is that this time we will strike first."

"That's right, I will deploy the procedure accordingly."

She was very interested in this subspace broadcasting plan, which was no less than a large-scale missionary effort, casting a wide net and clearly using subspace to expand her influence.

The timing was also perfect.

During the period before and after the descent of the Heavenly Dao, the space-time will be very stable and will not easily distort information.

So the high priest found a new use for the once-a-decade festival.

"It was just something that happened incidentally."

Sitting in front of the mirror, Feng Tianyin remained unperturbed, continuing to enjoy the empire's top makeup artist's touch-up, and even comparing her current makeup look with various other looks in the database to assess the effect of her makeup.

While it's difficult to call her a subjective aesthetic, it can be easily quantified with data...

"You did a good job, the evaluation score is very high."

The high priest's praise made the makeup artist nod nervously, "Thank you for your high regard, Your Majesty. I am honored."

"It's time for us to set off."

Feng Tianyin stood up and joined her waiting colleagues.

The group walked out of the temple, followed closely by the television station's long-range equipment, trying to broadcast the signal as much as possible. This was one of the differences from the previous Heavenly Dao Festivals.

The frequency band is good.

The signal is clear.

At the same time, the entire Great Qian Empire and even many places in the Terra world watched together, all watching the 150th anniversary of the Enlightenment Heavenly Dao Ceremony.

This feeling of being connected despite being thousands of miles apart is very special, and it has strengthened our collective identity like never before.

At this moment, they have only one identity: believers.

Amidst the attention of everyone, Feng Tianyin arrived at the altar on the Dragon Vein Mountain in Xia Yi.

She couldn't help but glance at the distant glacial plateau soaring into the clouds. She had promised Xia He years ago that she would build the world's highest altar there, breaking the record on the roof of the world. The technology should be sufficient now, and the high altitude would also facilitate communication.

"I hereby declare the festival open."

As the high priest, he had already vaguely sensed that gaze, so he began to burn incense and pray.

Countless people across Terra also joined hands in prayer.

The major cities of the Great Qian Empire fell silent, and people celebrated, anticipating the arrival of that deity. Furthermore, even the outposts in the subspace began simultaneously broadcasting psionic signals.

Simple and straightforward.

All you need to do is compress the painful spell into fragmented information and then output it, just like the countless missionary broadcasts we've done in the past.

Even the garrison troops in the warp could see, and even witness, the materialized psionic energy drifting out and being transmitted to the other side of the deep, invisible starry sky, with cheers from the crowds along the way.