The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Munetimi grunted in response, seemingly showing no displeasure at the latecomer.

"Since they haven't arrived yet, there's no need for them to come. From this day forward, the Erkan tribe is exterminated!"

Clearly, none of them expected that even before the agreed deadline had arrived, this agent would impose such a terrible punishment on the races that had not yet arrived.

But they dared not say anything more, and could only bow their heads, still adopting a submissive posture.

After saying these words, Mu Niedimi stopped paying attention to the trivial matter and slowly stood up from his seat.

Admittedly, this action was so ordinary, but the moment his body left the seat, the air pressure in the entire hall changed drastically.

The purple light flowing within the black crystalline ground suddenly accelerated, as if stirred by something, and began to become extremely chaotic.

The clan leaders kneeling in the front row felt it most acutely.

They felt their bodies become incredibly heavy in that instant, as if countless black holes were pulling at them.

While breathing became extremely difficult, the flow of energy within the body also stagnated.

Of course, this was not pressure deliberately exerted by Munedimi.

Even the slightest leak of his aura was enough to push these overlords of their respective star regions to their limits.

After Munedimi got up, he slowly walked to the edge of the hall, looking down at the dense fleets and the Eclipse colony in the starry sky outside.

"Three eras have passed."

After a long while, he suddenly spoke, as if addressing his kin beneath him, or perhaps speaking to himself: "Since the destruction of the ancient divine court, I have embarked on a journey to find the remnants of the past, and three whole eras have passed!"

"Over three eras, we devoured 472 star systems and wiped out more than 1,300 dimensional civilizations."

"Lord Zogra's will, through your hands, has spread throughout the entire world!"

He paused, turned around, and his gaze returned to the kneeling members of his clan: "Trying to find traces of the past, but knowing nothing!"

"I thought that the old power and bloodline had long been severed, and that this pursuit of destiny was already a long way off..."

"But clearly, I was wrong. The bloodline and authority of the Old Ones have not been severed; in fact, they have been reignited within the sea of ​​stars!"

The moment those words were spoken, the hundreds of clan leaders kneeling on the ground began to tremble violently.

And that's why they reacted so strongly.

It wasn't the powerful pressure emanating from Munedimi, but rather the forced activation of a mark deep within his bloodline.

For a moment, those overlords who usually commanded the winds and rains in their respective star systems even forgot to breathe.

Only those four words echoed repeatedly in their minds, like a heavy hammer constantly striking their sanity.

Lords of the Old Ones!!!

This title carried an unbearable weight for every member of the clan present.

Because it represents more than just the supreme authority held by the ancient divine court.

It is also the ultimate mission that these beings, blessed by Zogra, have carried in their very bones since the beginning of their blessing.

In the distant past, when they were but insignificant specks of dust in the universe, the great Lord Zogra planted the seeds of power in their souls.

This force helped them tear apart their rivals, devour countless civilizations, and ultimately ascend to the thrones of their respective star systems.

In exchange, Zogra gave them only one task: to search for the remnants of the old divine court.

To find that spark that might reignite.

As time flows by, stars are born and fade away.

Three eras is too long, long enough to erode a firm will.

In their long expansion and conquest, they destroyed one plane after another, turning countless lives into food.

No matter how hard they searched every corner of the world, the traces of the past remained nowhere to be found.

That power that once ruled everything seemed to have truly vanished with the collapse of the divine court.

It vanished completely at the end of the river of time.

Over time, the mission to find the Lord of the Old Ones gradually transformed into an ancient legend etched on stone tablets.

These clan leaders began to get used to their high-ranking lives.

They sat enthroned on thrones made of bones and crystals, enjoying the worship of billions of living beings.

They divided the star regions, established rules, and proclaimed themselves as new gods.

Every day, countless resources are sent into their palaces for them to squander and devour.

The feeling of being in control of everything is too alluring.

As a result, the vast majority of them have long forgotten the heavy mission they once had.

Who could have imagined that today, right now, in the heart of this barren galaxy, they would hear that name again from the mouth of the Agent Munedimi?

"Boom!"

The next moment, the purple light flowing on the black crystal floor inside the hall suddenly became more rapid.

Those rays of light instantly illuminated the lowered profiles of all the clan leaders.

It revealed their barely concealed panic.

They reflected on their years of negligence, fearing that the next word from their successor would bring about their utter destruction.

Munetimi looked down at his trembling subordinates, scrutinizing the reactions of every living being below.

He neither got angry nor imposed any punishment.

He simply took a step and walked from the edge of the hall back to the chair made of the corpses of the Devourers.

"Therefore, I have not called you here to punish you."

"It's not to make you wander around like headless flies, frantically searching for that elusive shadow."

He stopped, turned around, and faced the dark mass of people below.

"I'm telling you that the tiny spark has already leaped out on its own."

Munedimi raised his right hand and made a fist in mid-air.

A dark purple energy gathered in his palm, outlining a blurry star map.

At the edge of the star map, a tiny point of light is stubbornly twinkling.

"He is still very weak, his authority has not fully recovered, and his power is limited to a remote plane."

Munetimi looked at the light spot in his palm, a slight smile playing on his lips: "But now that the spark has been ignited, it must be completely consumed before it spreads like wildfire."

With that, he suddenly clenched his five fingers, crushing the star map into powder.

Purple shards of light spilled from between fingers and merged into the crystals on the ground.

"In this expedition, I will personally lead the army to find that ancient lord, seize His authority, and utterly devour the remnants of the old world!"

"At that time, Lord Zogra's will will truly dominate the entire universe!"