They stand high above, even the heavens cannot control them.
If the heavens will not intervene, then let mankind take the reins!
This universe is far too bloated; it requires unburdening, a reshuffling—to let both ordinary short-lived species and the longevity kinds enjoy more resources and propagate civilization!
Tower of Heaven.
At the dawn of a new century, Great Council President Emmon delivered a speech, summarizing past lessons, looking ahead, and painting a new vision for the future!
Billions gathered everywhere to watch; the stirring and impassioned words roused all, their blood igniting, filling them with longing for the new worlds.
At last, Emmon gazed upon the teeming sentient beings.
He took a deep breath, raised his right arm high, and a Crimson Sun burst forth from his palm—shedding its shackles, growing bolder against the wind, its radiant light spilling over the Five Lakes and Four Seas, illuminating billions of miles of mountains and rivers.
