Chapter 56: Pointing the Sword at the Golden Gods

"End the war, and then dispatch diplomatic emissaries to all continents and all alien race forces across every plane, announcing the convocation of the Great Assembly of Intelligent Life."

After devouring a palm made of Demonic Essence in the Yellow Sand Space, Tang Zhe'an seemed to freeze for a moment. As the benchmark reality scale rose, the Fantasy Realm gradually faded, and he appeared somewhat listless. He merely issued this command, then disconnected from the brain-machine interface, handing the fortress control back to the fortress control members.

The war ended at this point, but the busy work was just beginning.