"Su Ming'an, have you heard of the concept of 'Word Spirit Transfer'?" General Qin asked.
"Yes. The Ascension of the Holy City is to transfer the Word Spirit of the Overlay to ten thousand eras, while the Holy City detaches itself."
"Correct. As long as the cost paid is high enough and it detaches from civilization, this effect can be achieved—using the detachment property of The Republic to shield others, changing the target of the Overlay's Word Spirit from all humankind to ten thousand eras."
"I understand. It's like ten beans on a table, covering nine with a hand, the Overlay can only take the last one."
General Qin nodded, suddenly looking out the window.
Su Ming'an also looked out with him.
At this moment, it was the countdown to the Ascension of the Holy City.
"Ten—"
"Nine—"
The height of the Holy City rose little by little, like a drop of water merging into the vast sky. People shouted the countdown, like the bell of the New Year about to ring.
"Three—"
"Two—"
