The five goddesses nodded in understanding.
Zhao Fu first had them go handle the matters he had just assigned. The five goddesses turned and were about to leave.
But Zhao Fu called out to the Goldstone Goddess.
The Goldstone Goddess froze for a moment and stayed behind. The other four goddesses were somewhat concerned, not knowing why Zhao Fu had kept the Goldstone Goddess behind alone.
Though the four of them did not want to admit it, now that Zhao Fu had become the master of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, they had begun to care greatly about him as well. They wanted even more to win his favor and gain greater authority.
The Pantheon of Myriad Gods had a brilliant future ahead of it and would certainly become an immensely terrifying faction. They, too, would become supreme holders of power.
They were deeply confident in this, because of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods' inheritance attributes. The more gods who joined it, the more terrifying its strength would become, and its rate of growth would surpass ordinary people's imagination.
At the same time, they were rather curious about who Zhao Fu truly was. Why did he possess such terrifying power? Why was his godhead so special, capable of absorbing the inheritances of different gods? Without his abilities, it would have been utterly impossible to establish the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
Though the other four goddesses were somewhat concerned, they did not ask anything further and left the Pantheon of Myriad Gods to handle those matters.
The Goldstone Goddess also understood somewhat. She was different from the other four goddesses: she had become a god later on, after absorbing her husband's godhead—and her husband had been killed by Zhao Fu.
At this moment, there was also a seal of the Six