Huang Ji spent some time rallying the troops, mainly to weed out those whose thoughts had subtly begun to change after conquering the Illuminati.
These former Messiah members had all been good people to begin with—unyielding and steadfast in their beliefs.
But people could be changed by their environment. The ancient agreement of 666 slots seemed like the only light amid despair.
Before, there had been no opportunity, so no one had even considered it. But now that there was one, their momentum and drive to press forward had been held back.
When everyone had nothing, they were not even afraid of death. But people were selfish. Once they gained power and wealth, those who still dared to start a revolution were ultimately a minority.
It would have been one thing if Huang Ji had said nothing. With his prestige, everyone would have simply followed him.
But he deliberately took this chance to say, "Those who leave will be assigned high-ranking posts. You'll have a share of the Illuminati's slots."
As a result, the crowd thinned out in an instant until only a handful remained.
These people, along with those Huang Ji had been selecting all along, would form Kunlun Ruins's new core team.
Only those who did not cling to what was before them, who dared to abandon their vested interests and forge ahead, could accompany him farther.
As for the others, even if they had no great achievements, they had still worked hard. Since they chose to stop here, he would not force them.
Just as their relationship with one another deepened, Aomazo had already finished inspecting the goods and returned to the hangar.
Nuoqila directed his men as they sent the anesthetized, unconscious people onto the spacecraft one by one.
The eight spacecraft were packed to the