That night, the number of gods Zhao Fu controlled reached twelve. Seeing dawn break on the horizon, he halted his actions.
During this time, the plan had gone rather smoothly, and no one had noticed anything.
These were the weakest gods in the vicinity, and they were also closest to the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. After controlling them, he could directly absorb them into the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, greatly increasing its strength.
As for the remaining gods, some were too far away, while others were too powerful for Zhao Fu to control. He could only abandon them.
After returning to the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, Zhao Fu began to wait.
The various factions remained as they always had, with no changes. Attention turned toward the Ram-Headed God's faction.
Seeing that the sky had brightened, the Ram-Headed God summoned important figures from every side to the divine hall.
When everyone arrived, they were somewhat puzzled, not knowing what had happened.
The Ram-Headed God sat above them, wearing a devout expression as he said, "I have felt the great summons of the Divine Lord of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. I believe he should be the lord I worship—and your master as well."
Hearing this, everyone looked astonished. Yesterday, the Ram-Headed God had still been deeply fearful of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, worried that it would attack them. How had he become a completely different person after just one night? He even looked so devout toward the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
The Ram-Headed God continued, "The reason I called you here today is to tell you that I intend to submit to the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, becoming one of its gods and forever pledging my loyalty to my great Divine Lord. Beneath his radiance, we will surely live better