The conference room suddenly fell into absolute silence. Everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded, their eyes filled with regret and sorrow.
Each navigator of the Wandering Earth Plan's space stations had been carefully selected, a talent found once in ten thousand. Whether in physical fitness or mental resilience, knowledge or ability, they were exceptional beings.
Yet, such a navigator had actually gone mad.
If he hadn't gone mad, how could he say such things? A Divine Spirit? Isn't that a joke? Since ancient times, has anyone seen a Divine Spirit? If Divine Spirits existed, would the world still be facing destruction?
"Colonel Liu, do you realize what you are saying?" someone questioned.
They hadn't expected Liu Peiqiang's solution to be praying to Divine Spirits. Had they known, they wouldn't have wasted their time.
Facing everyone's skepticism, Liu Peiqiang took a deep breath and continued, "I know you think I've gone mad."
