After careful consideration, Zhang Yang decided he could no longer resort to drastic measures.
He knew that the Demon Gods who refused to obey had already set their hearts elsewhere. If he went too far, they might betray the Native Universe outright.
Zhang Yang had only just been born then. His mind was not yet mature, nor did he possess much guile. He had never imagined that his own children would be so disobedient, even running away from home.
Most of the universe's energy had actually gone into creating the three thousand Laws, for they were the foundation of the Native Universe's strength.
The Demon Gods were merely fruits born from the three thousand Laws, ripened by the universe's energy.
Only with these three thousand Great Daos could the universe possess infinite possibilities, potentially giving birth to countless Demon Gods and even beings of higher realms.
After all was said and done, he simply had not seen it coming.
He had underestimated the evil in living beings' hearts.
Having learned that lesson, he chose to hold private talks.
As the saying went, once bitten by a snake, one feared a well rope for ten years. Verbal promises were unreliable; the Demon Gods had to be bound by something.
Thus, he developed the cosmic contract.
Only a minority of the Demon Gods had left. He could still negotiate with those who remained.
Their conduct over these epochs had also given Zhang Yang an understanding of their personalities.
Fortunately, Pangu, the strongest, most obedient, and most outstanding Demon God, had always followed his instructions.
He spoke with Pangu, tentatively raising a few issues, his words tinged with melancholy.
Sure enough, Pangu signed the Contract without any hesitation.
The Contract required them never to betray the Native Universe and to obey the will