But why did it now seem so friendly and harmless, almost like a gentle little lamb?
Perhaps the Pantheon of Myriad Gods was truly somewhat afraid of them, and so had become more obedient.
Now that they had heard the news that the Pantheon of Myriad Gods would not expand and was willing to coexist amicably with all sides, the many factions also breathed a sigh of relief. They did not want to be threatened by any one faction either.
Their vigilance toward the Pantheon of Myriad Gods relaxed slightly as well. Of course, they were not foolish enough to completely let down their guard.
Faced with the various gifts sent by the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, most small factions did not dare refuse them. After all, the Pantheon of Myriad Gods still counted as a relatively large faction, and they did not wish to offend it, so they accepted them.
Except for a few small factions backed by powerful patrons. Relying on the support of great powers, those small factions were not particularly afraid of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
As for the major factions in the surrounding area, some were friendly, while others brimmed with hostility. Their forces were comparatively strong, so they had no need to fear the danger posed by the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
There were even several factions that did not appreciate the gesture. Not only did they refuse the gifts sent to them, they even appeared ready to launch a war against the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
Zhao Fu did not respond to any of this, since they had not attacked yet. Moreover, his mind was focused on another plan—the plan to secretly infiltrate divine factions and bring their gods under his control.
The sun set and the moon rose, and night arrived.