Divergent Universe
Yaoshi's shadow is always dancing, either inches away or flickering over to the other side of the world. You grow increasingly agitated — even if you had the elixir, there wouldn't be any point to it at all if your homeworld had met its demise.
Following the trail left by the envoy and the legend of Yaoshi, you envy greatly those who have been blessed by THEM.
Plant disciples covered in flowers bury the first fruit that they grow each day as an offering to Yaoshi. These seeds grow up into lush forests that blot out the night sky. They wish the fleet a successful voyage, and give you a wee flower that will never wither so long as it is planted in water.

You: Express your gratitude.
You: Give a gift in return.

Divergent Universe
Overload operations led to material fatigue, forcing the fleet to stop and rest. Several traveling merchants pass by and board, bringing warnings from the Xianzhou Alliance advising you to cease this voyage for the elixir.

You: Angrily refute.
You: Coolly decline.
You: Get them off the ship.

Divergent Universe
If there was no Yaoshi, who would save the Seaview Nebula from its stubborn disease? Within two generations, they would have disappeared in the torture of illness, leaving behind only an empty segmentum and a stinky old ghost town.
There will be no more strife or fear. A utopia that the fairy tale writers would not dare to create — that is your future.
After voyaging through some 81 different worlds and approaching desperation, the fleet finally sees THEIR countenance against the light of the rising sun. You fall to your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You: Please cure our illnesses.
You: Please gift us eternal life.
You: Please gift us immortality.

Divergent Universe
In the blink of any eye, the compassionate god has disappeared like a ghost, but you can still feel THEIR invigorating vitality pouring out of you.