"A simple answer, isn't it?"
The Deep Space Caller's Soul Communication, several times louder than before and laced with sharp static, rang out as it laughed maniacally. "I control the secretion of their hormones, every piece of information their Souls can perceive! If I want them to be happy, I can send them to Heaven! If I want them to suffer, I can send them to Hell!"
"Don't overestimate the will of ordinary people. Their joys, their sorrows, their anger, their grief—they are all just slaves to their hormones. As long as I wish it, they can only look at me, and they need only look at me! I am their God, and they need only sing my name to live forever!"
At this very moment, the Deep Space Caller's power was surging again and again. It even surpassed Su Zhou's maximum Spiritual Power Value, reaching a level comparable to, or perhaps even far greater than, Zhou Buyi's!
