This memorial reported news from all sides, chiefly how they viewed the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, whether they intended to wage war against it, and what they might do. Naturally, the Pantheon of Myriad Gods had to prepare in advance.
As expected, there were no surprises. All sides' hostility toward the Pantheon of Myriad Gods had become exceedingly intense—even stronger than before—because the Pantheon of Myriad Gods had grown more powerful this time.
However, they had not yet launched a direct attack on the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. It seemed they were waiting for an opportunity.
At that thought, Zhao Fu immediately issued orders to assimilate these people as quickly as possible, strengthen the training of the newly enlisted soldiers, and prepare for war.
Setting down that memorial, Zhao Fu picked up several more and began reading them.
Off to the side, Di Ling watched her mother and six elder sisters hanging in midair, their faces filled with agony as they continuously twisted their bodies and made those sounds. Her heart ached, and tears shimmered in her eyes.
"Mother! Six sisters! Our faction has already been absorbed into the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. The people and soldiers have all been taken over by the Pantheon of Myriad Gods; there is no longer any chance to resist. You should submit to the God Lord!"
Of the goddesses hanging there, three wished to submit to Zhao Fu. They gazed hungrily at Zhao Fu seated above them, but since their other sisters and mother had not spoken, they found it difficult to speak up as well.
At this moment, the Earth Goddess was also hesitating. She had already fallen into Zhao Fu's hands, and her faction now belonged to the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. She no longer possessed any strength to resist. If