As the co-lord, Xuanyuan had won the support of the Human Race, yet he was locked in a stalemate with the "rebellious" Jiuli Clan and was even at a disadvantage. The situation left him extremely anxious.
That day, Xuanyuan and the immortals gathered in the main camp to discuss their strategy.
"Master, Uncles, Xuan Nü, the Jiuli Clan is incredibly difficult to deal with. What should we do? I must govern the Human Race, yet this great war has caused countless casualties among our people. That is a grave sin. As the Human Race Co-lord, how should I answer for this?"
The Chan Sect Immortals all looked displeased when they heard Xuanyuan say this.
They had thought that coming to help in the Human Race's battle would be an easy way to gain merit. They had never expected such a thorny situation. The Jiuli and the Witch Clan Army were so powerful that the immortals had lost face, disgracing their status as disciples of a Sage's sect.
The Twelve Golden Immortals exchanged glances, their expressions awkward. They had nothing to say.
After a long silence, Daoist Cihang was the first to speak. "Senior Brother, this stalemate cannot continue. We have no way to defeat the enemy. Why not ask our Master for a strategy?"
The Senior Brother Daoist Cihang referred to was naturally Guangchengzi, the Chan Sect's foremost disciple.
Though he was reluctant to disturb Primordial Heavenly Lord again, they had no better options. Since he was in charge here, Guangchengzi had no choice but to nod.
He left the Human Race Territory and went straight to Kunlun Mountain. Upon seeing Primordial Heavenly Lord, he reported the situation at Zhulu Plain.
Primordial listened without changing his expression. After a moment's silence, he spoke.
"Wait here for a few days. I'll