The great war was not over, and the calamity had not ended. In the end, they could not sit back and reap the rewards; they still had to go back to the mortal battlefield and be stained once more by the killing flames of the calamity.
Just as the whole hall stood solemn and the immortals readied themselves to depart, a gentle, steady figure slowly stepped out of the ranks and stood before everyone. It was Ran Deng Daoist.
Ran Deng's gaze was calm as it swept over everyone's grave expressions. Then he bowed to Primordial Heavenly Venerate and spoke with composure, offering reassurance.
"Saint, please calm your anger. There is no need to be enraged by these mortal changes. They are merely a few mortal generals and tens of thousands of mortal troops. Even if they gain a momentary advantage, how could they withstand the immortal might of our Chan Sect?"
"If we immortals go to the mortal world once more, we need only use a few minor methods to sweep through the Shang Army, pacify the chaos, clear away all variables, and help Xiqi break through Zhaoge in one stroke, perfectly completing the Investiture of the Gods Calamity!"
Ran Deng Daoist's confident words slightly soothed the fury in Primordial Heavenly Venerate's chest.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate's expression eased a little. He waved his hand, carrying a trace of impatience and authority.
"Enough. Go at once! Quickly quell the war and bring the calamity to its close!"
"We obey the Saint's Imperial Edict!"
The Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect bowed as one and accepted the order. Following close behind Jiang Ziya, they hurried out of the Jade Void Great Hall and once again rushed toward the mortal battlefield to campaign against Shang.
Within the vast, surging stream of immortals,