Dongfang Haoyue and Zhuge Yu did not return to the Ice Extre Pass, but instead, with their subordinates and the sealing team mbers, directly boarded a flying device headed for the Mingwang Planet’s star gate base station.
They understood the importance of the Ice Gate and needed to bring the news back to the royal star as soon as possible, to be handled by the family’s upper echelon.
After passing through the star gate, the flying device arrived at the East Emperor Continent on the royal star. The two did not waste a mont. As soon as they landed, they went directly to their family headquarters to report their findings from Mingwang Planet, including the Luoho Clan’s secret research, the state of the Ice Gate, and Gao Shiniang’s testimony.
At the sa ti, Qin Tian in the command room at the Ice Extre Pass, compiled a report on the detailed situation of the Ice Gate, attaching videos and pictures, and sent it to his superior Yang Zheng.
Once the Dongfang Family, Zhuge Clan, and the Military Departnt were inford, a wave of unrest swept through the previously calm Imperial Capital.
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Military Departnt Headquarters Building
Yang Zheng looked at the report sent by Qin Tian, unable to suppress a smile: "Marshal Lin, that kid Qin Tian really can’t sit still for a mont."
His tone was full of admiration. Qin Tian had been in office as the Guardian Envoy of the Ice Extre Pass for less than a week. First, he removed Duan Guangtai, a thorn in the Ice Extre Pass, then retaliated strongly against the Luoho Clan. He then discovered the Cold Tree that could change the configuration of Mingwang Planet. Now he even unearthed the Luoho Clan’s secrets hidden for years. Each task was executed beautifully, gaining advantages for our side and causing significant losses for political enemies.
Especially as the Luoho Clan’s years of carefully guarded secrets were completely ruined by Qin Tian’s interference, with key figures brought back to the royal star.
He could only imagine how furious the Luoho Clan must be now, quite possibly still oblivious to who caused their downfall.
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng, known for his cold deanor, couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
Marshal Lin sat behind the desk, eyes fixed on the holographic projection of the Ice Gate—ancient and mysterious, with two ice pillars in front inscribed with unreadable text, exuding an aura of ancient desolation.
After contemplating for a mont, he said to Yang Zheng: "Yang Zheng, imdiately report the situation to the Military Departnt Committee. Apply for the dispatch of the 29th Army to Mingwang Planet to completely seal off the site and prohibit anyone from approaching."
"Yes!"
Yang Zheng nodded heavily. Normally, the committee is filled with factions often at odds, but in such significant events involving potential ancient relics, the committee mbers would make imdiate decisions.
Especially when it involves the Luoho Clan, a Holy Blood Clan notoriously disreputable within the Empire, the committee’s decision speed will only quicken, ensuring the Luoho Clan has no chance to ddle further.
Yang Zheng turned and left, preparing to draft the application docunts, leaving Marshal Lin alone in the office. Gazing at the holographic projection of the Ice Gate, his eyes brooding, he murmured, almost inaudibly:
"What is ant to co, will inevitably co."
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In the core area of the royal star, the Political Council’s structure resembled a dormant giant beast, solemn and magnificent.
Steps paved with white marble extended high into the sky, with a massive do carved with a star totem. Sunlight stread through colored glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
The departnts in the courtyard are nurous, each performing its duty, the rustle of docunts and soft discussions of officials intertwining, yet maintaining an orderly solemnity—this is the core place of political decision-making in the Empire, where every decision pulls at the strings of the entire Empire.
In the highest-level council chamber, around the circular conference table sit over a dozen on-duty councilors, wearing robes embroidered with star patterns, expressions serious as they engage in a discussion about "Mingwang Planet Resource Allocation".
The middle-aged man sitting at the chief position is particularly prominent, wearing a chief councilor’s robe of black and red, with hems embroidered with golden olive branches symbolizing the highest power of the Political Council. His face is graceful, his eyes deep as the sea, as if they could see through everything—this is Zhuge Jin, the Great Elder of the Zhuge Clan, and the current chief of the Political Council.
"The developnt of Mingwang Planet must not be rushed. We need to first improve the basic energy infrastructure..." A councilor had just finished speaking when the council chamber doors were gently knocked.
"Enter." Zhuge Jin’s voice was calm, carrying undeniable authority.
The door was pushed open, and Zhuge Jin’s secretary walked in swiftly carrying a thick stack of materials, marked with a red stamp symbolizing "urgent".
He walked straight to Zhuge Jin’s side, leaned close and whispered a few words, then placed the materials on the table and bowed out, not making any unnecessary noise the entire ti.
Zhuge Jin picked up the topmost docunt and quickly scanned the text and accompanying images—the Ice Gate’s visuals, the Luoho Clan’s secret base, Gao Shiniang’s testimony summaries were all prominently displayed.
His eyes flickered slightly, fingers gently stroking the edge of the paper, his face remaining calm without the slightest fluctuation.
When all the councilors’ eyes were on him, Zhuge Jin slowly spoke: "Ladies and gentlen, a brief interruption. We’ve just received an ergency report from Mingwang Planet, an unforeseen situation that requires our imdiate decision."
With that, he distributed the materials to each councilor.
The dozen docunts quickly passed into the hands of the councilors, the sound of pages turning imdiately filling the hall.
The councilors browsed the content quickly, their expressions becoming more varied—so eyes filled with surprise, clearly not expecting the Luoho Clan to conduct so many activities unbeknownst to the Empire; so looked curious, eyes fixed on the images of the Ice Gate, full of interest in this potential ancient relic; and a few councilors with longstanding grievances with the Luoho Clan had discreet smiles at their mouths, evidently pleased to see the Luoho Clan in trouble; while a minority with close ties to the Luoho Clan furrowed their brows, anger flickering in their eyes.
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