The Beast Race Star Lord took the form of a beastman and silently watched Zhang Yang.
Almost all Star Lords took forms resembling their core species.
Zhang Yang did the same, taking a human form, though his lack of facial features lent him an air of mystery.
"I never came for the treasure," Zhang Yang said indifferently. Since the two were communicating privately through their wills, the other Star Lords could not hear them. It was effectively a private chat.
The beastman Star Lord abruptly raised his head and stared at Zhang Yang in surprise.
Since Zhang Yang had no facial expressions, there was no way to tell what he was thinking.
"I came for all of you Star Lords. I am about to advance to a fourth-level civilization. Will you follow me into battle across the universe, or turn to cosmic dust today? Choose for yourself." Zhang Yang's tone remained indifferent throughout.
"Honored Star Lord, how many Subsidiary Planets do you have?" the other party asked cautiously.
Advancement to a fourth-level civilization depended on the number of Subsidiary Planets.
Advancing to a fourth-level civilization also unlocked new shop permissions, allowing the purchase of more advanced technology and products.
The number of Subsidiary Planets was the most basic measure of a faction's strength.
Zhang Yang transmitted the word "one" through his will.
"One thousand?"
Zhang Yang's tone suddenly turned icy, clearly showing some anger. He casually tossed an Enslavement Contract to the other party and said coldly, "Are you signing or not?"
The other Star Lord read the terms of the Contract and let out a long sigh of relief. The duration was very lenient.
"I'll sign!" Once the other party signed the Contract with his will, it took effect.
Zhang Yang had changed the enslavement period to thirty billion