The rising, heart-palpitating, boundlessly majestic aura from the planet Imperial Sky was like a radiant lantern illuminating the gloomy, endless darkness of despair and agony that enveloped the hearts and minds of the Aeternal Sky Starfield's denizens. As their homes were forcefully taken, their defenders ruthlessly slaughtered, those who could observe these events, even a fragment of it, felt overwhelmed and pushed to the brink of hopelessness. The only glimmer of light that remained was a single name: Tian Taizong!
"Your Majesty!" Tian Weilong cried. Despite his seniority, possessing the illustrious title of Tian Taizong's great-granduncle, his voice was extremely emotional and effused with hope. It echoed throughout the Aeternal Sky Starfield like a grand imperial announcement!
