Even so, those people still held onto a last glimmer of hope and silently watched over the place.

To some extent, those who can stay here are at least at the Quasi-Emperor level, and the most powerful are undoubtedly Spirit Emperors, or even half a step closer to the Demigod level.

It is said that there is still a considerable distance to reach the demigod realm, but it is only a short distance away.

It's no exaggeration to say that the people here represent almost the combined power of most of the world.

Even Jing Mu was alarmed to some extent.

However, when he arrived, he only saw Zhou Mu waiting for him.

Immediately, Zhou Mu spread his hands, and a golden magical artifact was placed on the ground.

Upon closer examination, there are about a dozen, the weakest being at the Quasi-Emperor level and the strongest reaching the Demigod level.

There are two at the demigod level, while the rest are either quasi-emperors or emperors.

Even as the esteemed head of the Great Thousand Pavilion, he had never seen such a vast number of spiritual artifacts before. He was immediately surprised, but as a seasoned veteran, he quickly calmed down.

Immediately, the questioning gaze fell upon Zhou Mu.

He asked suspiciously, "What do you mean by this?"

Zhou Mu smiled and said, "From now on, all these spiritual artifacts are yours. You can decide how to distribute them."

After saying that, he prepared to leave without giving Jing Mu a chance to ask any more questions.

These magical artifacts were all obtained by him through the system shop.

Jing Mu also had his own guesses, but since Zhou Mu didn't say it outright, he couldn't speak rashly and cause unnecessary trouble.

Soon, Jing Mu collected the magical artifacts and distributed them one by one. Along the way, some people said that he was not distributing them fairly, so Jing Mu simply took away the magical artifact from the person who said it and gave it to someone else.

At this point, no one dared to voice their opinions, no matter how many disagreements they had.

This time, with Zhou Mu's help, the overall strength of the Great Thousand World has reached a new level. Thus, all that is needed is to wait for Zhou Mu's so-called cooldown to end before launching a decisive battle against the extraterrestrial demons.

...

Inside the main hall

The old ancestor was looking at the people below with a smile on his face.

The second-ranked person below him is naturally the former clan leader, now a member of the Elders' Hall, Feng Qizi.

Although Feng Qizi is no longer the clan leader, he can still firmly hold the first seat in the Elder Hall with his tyrannical spiritual cultivation. Even so, after subduing most of the elders, his power can barely rival that of the ancestor who has now become the clan leader.

"Speak, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

The ancestor spoke first.

Immediately, that gaze fell upon Feng Qizi.

Clearly, he wanted Feng Qizi to speak. After all, the latter had many grievances after stepping down from that supreme position. However, for them, this was just a seasoning.

Because something even more terrifying awaits them.

The matter he was referring to was naturally the rapid advancement of spiritual energy in the Great Thousand World.

Zhou Mu suddenly produced so many spiritual artifacts, which greatly enhanced their abilities. Putting aside everything else, the mere appearance of a demigod and a spirit emperor was enough to cause them a great disturbance.

At the start of the war, the appearance of a Spirit Emperor was already considered a large-scale battle, and if a demigod were to be in charge, it would almost be a war of annihilation.

But now, including those martial artists who used external means to reach the level of demigod or spirit emperor, there are at least several dozen.

In other words, there are conservatively estimated to be five demigods, two spirit gods, and the number of spirit emperors may have already exceeded three digits.

With such terrifying data, if the extraterrestrial demons do not grow in power, then it is only a matter of time before the Great Thousand Worlds retaliates.

Feng Qizi was naturally aware of this.

At the time, he strongly demanded that the trouble be eliminated forever, but after the ancestor became the clan leader, he took the initiative to stop the war, thus leaving a valuable period for development.

The fact that the war opportunity has been missed to this extent, even bringing an unprecedented crisis to the extraterrestrial demons, has truly angered him.

But since things had come to this, he had nothing to say and could only sigh helplessly.

At this moment, Hao Yan stood up, picked up the so-called contract, and said, "On behalf of the clan leader, I have signed this contract with Jing Mu, the master of the Great Thousand Pavilion. If we rashly launch a battle, Jing Mu will be in breach of contract and will suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao. I don't believe that Jing Mu will not be afraid."

His words were absolutely certain.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qizi scoffed, "Have you forgotten what happened to me?"

At first, Hao Yan didn't react, but when he remembered the previous failed palace coup, his expression changed instantly, and he stared at Feng Qizi with wide eyes, "You mean, Jing Mu will try the same trick again?"

“As long as he is no longer the head of the Great Thousand Pavilion, he cannot be the master of the Great Thousand Pavilion,” Feng Qizi said.

"I..." Hao Yan realized he had done something wrong and quickly looked at the ancestor. The ancestor gently shook his head at him, indicating that he should not act rashly. Seeing this, Hao Yan felt inexplicably at ease.

The old ancestor chuckled softly and said, "I wonder what insight Elder Feng has in store?"

When he spoke, he emphasized the word "elder" very much.

Feng Qizi stood up, looked around at everyone, and said generously, "I think that if the Great Thousand World can achieve its goals by communicating with the Creator God, why can't we do the same?"

"You mean, we should also try to communicate with the Creator God?" Hao Yan asked with a mocking expression. "If the Creator God had agreed, we wouldn't be stuck here."

Back then, it was under the instructions of the Creator God that his chief disciple, the Dragon Emperor, drove the ancestor of the extraterrestrial demons, the Evil God, to the outer realms.

Is it not a pipe dream to want to obtain the power of the creator god now?

Feng Qizi sneered: "You haven't changed at all. Can't you wait until I finish speaking?"

Hao Yan's face turned red and then pale, feeling embarrassed. He was about to retort, but then the ancestor spoke up, telling him to be quiet. So he had no choice but to swallow his anger and watch Feng Qizi continue speaking.

“My spies in the Great Thousand Worlds have already found out that they are trying to obtain the power of the Dragon Emperor. I feel that the last bit of power of the Creator God has been extinguished. We can try to communicate with the Evil God through that means.”

"The Evil God was a martial artist at the Dominator Realm. As the ancestor of our extraterrestrial demons, our conquest of the Great Thousand World can be considered as us inheriting his wish."

After Feng Qizi finished speaking, all was silent. In the vast hall, none of the ten people present spoke or made a sound; all their gazes were fixed on Feng Qizi in shock.