As Taiyi Capital's Heaven-Piercing Tower vanished into the depths of the stars, Zhou Yao felt a little of the tension leave him.
The Capitalist was different from other True Gods. However powerful they were, other True Gods were still individuals. If he killed one with a trump card, that would be the end of it.
In the Lost Mythic Age, True Gods stood at the pinnacle. Those capable of killing one were rarer still, and a True God's fall was usually accompanied by the destruction of an entire faction. Revenge was almost impossible.
The Capitalist, however, had Taiyi Capital behind him: an organization founded on the concept of trade.
The bond between a conceptual power like that and its members was far closer than one might imagine. The Capitalist himself could even be called an embodiment of Taiyi Capital.
If Zhou Yao killed such a being, no one could guarantee that the Capitalist had not left himself some means of survival through that concept of trade.
If Zhou Yao failed to kill him completely before the Six Heavens Divine Fire burned out, the consequences would be disastrous.
Without his strongest trump card, Zhou Yao would face an endless hunt by Taiyi Capital, which held the economic lifelines of countless worlds.
That was not a war he could win.
Besides, Zhou Yao had another concern: Taiyi Capital was far from his only enemy.
The Hebrew Family and the Four Shinto Houses were threats lurking in the shadows.
Those powers had not come for him yet, not because they had given up, but because Meng Po's Soup had altered the crucial information about Zhou Yao's true identity in the present world.
Though Meng Po's Soup was a treasure of the Immortals' Cast-Off Husk, altering information on such a wide scale would inevitably