Driven by forces such as the Black Eye Civilization, the Purple Emperor's massacre in the Ziwei Civilization grew even more intense.
Zi Junzhi had lost all prestige within the Ziwei Civilization. Nearly all ordinary citizens opposed his continued position as Star Lord, and even voices of dissent had emerged within the military War Department.
The surviving members of the family factions that had originally been massacred reacted especially fiercely.
A Star Lord who had lost his prestige made governing the Ziwei Civilization even more difficult.
Besides opposing Zi Junzhi, another matter had also become the focus of outside attention.
Who would inherit Zi Junzhi's position and become the Ziwei Civilization's next Star Lord?
The Ziwei Civilization's circumstances differed from those outside. The older generation of prestigious families had all been uprooted by the Purple Emperor, their bloodlines nearly severed. Thus, after Zi Junzhi stepped down, no one from the older generation was suitable to take the position of Star Lord.
So they could only search for a suitable candidate among the younger generation.
The person with the greatest support was naturally Fatty Zi Luoluo, the commander-in-chief of the War Department. Yet from the moment the news spread, Fatty Luo had never appeared in public, much less expressed any stance.
Zwei Main Star. Zi Yun's expression was cool and aloof, unchanged from before.
"How have you considered it?"
Zi Junzhi stood before her with a solemn expression. Compared to his last public appearance, however, his face now carried far more fatigue, and he had grown considerably thinner and older. Clearly, the events of this period had left him physically and mentally exhausted.
Zi Yun shook her head without answering.
"Things have reached a critical point. You are the most suitable candidate. For Ziwei, I can bear the infamy." Zi Junzhi's voice