Yi Xian carefully explained the origins of the chanical God Church and the Church of the God of Steam and chanics to Baiyu.
In summary,
they are like love and hate, unwilling to yield to each other.
Of course,
the doctrinal dispute is an irreconcilable conflict.
The chanical God Church is powerful, but it does not spread among ordinary people.
Nor has it exterminated the Church of the God of Steam and chanics.
This is the reason for the developnt of the Church of the God of Steam and chanics.
"So why is there this letter from the chanical God Church?"
Baiyu asked.
Yi Xian pondered for a mont and said, "I’m afraid it’s because of the paper you published on the academic network.
Although the paper covers many areas without much depth,
in so respects, it is quite innovative.
The chanical God Church has recently been fond of inviting certain geniuses, recruiting them into the church.
Generally, the chanical God Church recruits followers within the military.
This is considered a special case."
Baiyu pondered for a mont, opened the letter, and the first sentence that ca into view was "Great God of Machines above..."
Then there was a lot of rambling.
Finally, Baiyu saw the content, and it was indeed an invitation from the chanical God Church as Yi Xian had ntioned.
There was no specific ti to go ntioned in the letter.
So Baiyu did not take it to heart.
He knew too little about the chanical God Church and certainly could not go without cause.
"Let’s continue yesterday’s lesson."
Putting the letter aside, Baiyu decided not to dwell on the matter. What was most important now was self-improvent.
...
Kyoto.
Imperial City District.
The towering palaces, like majestic mountain ranges, lined up together, with yellow tiles and red walls, presenting an imposing presence.
The entire Imperial City District is the center of political and cultural activities in Kyoto.
Of course,
only nobles, the royal family, and people with special status can reside in the Imperial City District.
This is the heart of the Empire.
Legend has it that beneath the Imperial City District lies the largest Spirit Realm portal in the entire East Prosperity Empire.
That is,
the Shelter of the Imperial City District.
At this mont,
on the broad avenue wide enough for dozens of iron-clad vehicles to pass, the Third Prince hurriedly entered the Imperial Palace.
Many nobles were also on the road, all in haste.
"Marquis Byrne, the Elder Council called us together in a hurry. What has happened?"
The Third Prince quickly walked over to an elderly man dressed in brocade clothes.
"Third Prince, I am not sure either.
The Elder Council’s summon was too hasty. I asked several people, and they were all at a loss."
Marquis Byrne shook his head and said.
Upon hearing this, the Third Prince could only walk with Marquis Byrne towards the Imperial Palace, calculating in his mind the possibilities of the event.
For the Elder Council to make such a big fuss,
there must be big news.
But all the dignitaries on the road basically knew nothing.
Entering the Imperial Palace,
the supre throne remained empty.
The old Emperor had not appeared in public for a long ti.
The last ti the Third Prince saw the father Emperor was when he offered dicinal pills.
However,
those Longevity Pills did not help the old Emperor much.
In order to prolong his life,
the Emperor had consud countless longevity-boosting dicinal pills.
Any celestial treasures in the Spirit Realm that could replenish Blood Qi and strengthen the body, the Emperor had basically consud.
That one dicinal pill,
at most, was a psychological comfort.
To the left of the supre throne,
sequentially,
were the Imperial Grand Marshal, the Director of the Anomaly Bureau, and the Martial Arts School Alliance Leader.
To the right,
were the Grand High Priest of the chanical God Church, the Pope of the Holy Light Church, and the Eternal Sleep City Lord.
Besides these six people,
there were six Dukes in charge of different regions and departnts.
These twelve people,
constituted the mbers of the Elder Council.
When the old Emperor was not in a stable mind to manage state affairs, all affairs of the Empire were decided by these twelve people collectively.
At this mont,
the Imperial Palace was almost full of nobles and officials present in the Imperial City District.
Everyone stood silently below the platform.
"Gentlen."
A voice as resonant as a bell sounded.
The Imperial Grand Marshal Ren Tianxing gazed at the grand hall, his imposing aura unintentionally exuding, pressing on everyone’s hearts like a mountain.
"We have gathered you here today."
"Because the Emperor has sothing to say to everyone."
Upon hearing this,
all except the twelve mbers of the Elder Council showed varied and intense expressions.
The Emperor had not managed state affairs for ten years.
Now,
has his health improved?
Despite their wild thoughts, everyone controlled their facial expressions as best as they could.
They simply bowed their heads lower.
Ren Tianxing, having said this, stood quietly beside the supre throne.
Before long,
two guards ca in, pushing a wheelchair.
The Emperor was seated in the wheelchair.
Shangguan Zi was slightly surprised.
The father Emperor’s complexion looked much better than before.
The last ti he went for an audience,
his father’s complexion had approached the twilight years, like an old man who might breathe his last at any mont.
How had he recovered so much all of a sudden?
Could it be that new celestial treasures had been found, healing his father’s old ailnts and even reducing his Pollution Level?
It wasn’t impossible.
The Spirit Realm was vast, full of wonders, so any events wouldn’t be surprising.
"Cough cough... Let get up myself; if I sit in the wheelchair all day, others might really think I’m disabled."
The elderly man in the wheelchair smiled warmly.
He stood up, adjusted his robe, and walked toward the platform.
Golden steps,
one by one,
felt like stepping on everyone’s hearts.
Finally,
the Emperor reached the supre throne and slowly sat down.
"Hail the Divine Emperor!"
Ren Tianxing was the first to half-kneel, lower his head, and shout loudly.
Then,
everyone in the Imperial Palace knelt down, lowered their heads, and shouted in a clear voice, "Hail the Divine Emperor!!"
After a long ti,
the Emperor said, "Rise."
Everyone raised their heads.
The Emperor’s gaze swept through the grand hall, and he gently tapped the edge of the throne with his fingers. Although his hair was completely white, his complexion was very robust, with an appearance that belied his age.
Indeed, he had recovered!
Shangguan Zi felt a surge of excitent.
However,
the Emperor sitting on the throne then spoke, "Zi’Er, step forward."
Shangguan Zi quickly walked to the center of the hall: "Greetings, Father Emperor."
The Emperor did not respond and continued, "Hong’Er, Yun’Er, Yue’Er..."
A total of seven princes were called out,
all of whom were still residing in Kyoto.
The seven princes stood in the center, exchanging glances, unsure of what the father Emperor intended.
After a mont,
the Emperor spoke, "I have been observing your actions over the years. Although I rested during most tis, I paid attention to your situations while clear-headed.
Now,
my old ailnts are mostly healed.
So I now have the energy to decide on the position of the Crown Prince..."
Upon hearing this,
not only the seven princes but also the entire audience of earls, marquises, and dukes, changed their expressions drastically.
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