The Cosmic Heaven Hall of Star God Heaven was equivalent to a feudal lord's domain. As long as it did not stray from the upper levels' overall direction, the Great Cosmic Heaven had the final say in how it was ruled.
Now that Ming Chu was dead, everyone finally remembered that the law of the jungle outside had never ceased to exist. It simply had not arrived here yet.
They had grown accustomed to fighting among themselves. With no external pressure reaching this place, the various clans had inevitably become too lax. Now Jialuo's arrival was like a blow straight to the head.
Becoming ants at the mercy of other Star Lords, to be taken or discarded as they pleased, was the darkest abyss of life for anyone. Perhaps after that, they would never have a chance to rise again.
As slaves of the same Great Origin Heaven, being forced to call the other party master, becoming cauldrons at the slightest whim, or turning into dangerous scapegoats would all lead to an inescapable end of utter ruin.
Yet it had to be said that Jialuo's words were undoubtedly effective in spurring the Star Lords to advance. Although most of the Star Lords present were still panicking, the dozen or so near the top of the rankings had fallen silent. They had probably already begun thinking about what to do.
The seven foreign Great Origin Heavens gave me a deep look, then disappeared together with Jialuo. They had probably moved elsewhere to hold a private meeting.
The remaining natives immediately turned their gazes toward me, as though I had become their backbone at that very moment.
"Young Hall Master... what should we do now?" a female Star Lord asked me in a coquettish voice.
"We don't want to become their slaves.