"Purple Micro Constellation, Emperor Ziwei?"
The gods of Taiwei looked at Xuanqing and smiled, "Heavenly Emperor wants us to change our Dao Bodies, form a new organization, and officially declare our existence to the forces in the Celestial Star Sky?"
"There's no need to change Dao Bodies. My thought is for Taiwei to hold the rear while Ziwei charges forward."
In the main seat, Xuanqing's figure was shrouded in black mist, smiling faintly, "The purpose of creating this external organization is to recruit manpower and to arrange the Star Gods we have cultivated."
"After all, our organization is so large, we can't handle everything personally."
"Indeed."
The gods nodded, "First, we establish the name of Emperor Ziwei, and then recruit a batch of subordinates."
"If the forces we reveal can't even defeat an outer force, it's not worth our effort to deal with them, nor are they qualified to be our opponents."
"Exactly."
