In the vast palace, five figures had their backs bent beneath an invisible crushing pressure.
If outsiders were to see the World Government's supposedly most powerful puppet masters looking so humble, they would probably refuse to believe that what lay before them was real.
Yet at this moment, the Five Elders' bark-like faces were filled with heartfelt reverence.
Watching this scene, Imu, hidden within the golden light, abruptly waved a hand. The mountain-like pressure pouring from them surged back into their body like a receding tide as they said indifferently, "Good. With those words from you, I can rest assured and make my preparations. I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Once the God Tree matures, our ambitions will no longer need to remain confined to this tiny world."
"Now, all of you withdraw. I have matters to attend to as well."
With that, Imu, concealed within the golden radiance, dispersed into the heavens and earth before everyone's eyes.
Freed from that invisible oppressive force, Elam and the other four relaxed and let out heavy breaths. Their taut nerves finally eased.
However, at the thought of Imu's final promise, unconcealable delight appeared on everyone's faces instead.
They had lived for centuries and made so many preparations, all to fulfill the ambitions in their hearts.
Now that the supreme Lord Imu in their eyes had personally taken action, they were undoubtedly even more eager in anticipation.
"Alright, let's hurry and make our preparations too. Don't let Vegapunk drop the ball at the final moment. If Lord Imu is disappointed, we'll pay dearly for it as well," Elam said in a deep voice as he rose first and dusted himself off.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro and the others did not object. They simply nodded in agreement.
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