Cangjie's expression turned slightly solemn. He stepped forward and clasped his hands as he reported:
"Common Lord, before sending out the troops, I had already consulted Daoist Yaolingzi of the Literary Sect.
The senior said that since this was an internal war of the Human Race, it would not be appropriate for the Literary Sect to interfere lightly.
Moreover, Chan Sect disciples are also assisting you this time.
It would not be fitting for the Literary Sect to overstep its bounds. If it unfortunately stirred up internal conflict among the various teachings of the Mystic Gate, they would only end up hindering one another."
After hearing this, Xuanyuan finally nodded.
"Very well. I understand."
The Human Race had no shortage of dealings with the various teachings of the Mystic Gate.
The Western Religion was greedy. Making plans with them was no different from seeking the skin of a tiger.
They promised much, but demanded even more. One misstep, and they would bite back.
The Human Religion had integrated itself into the Human Race's heritage, yet its disciples rarely appeared in the Human Race's affairs.
The Literary Sect was the most widespread.
Every tribe of the Human Race had a great many believers in the Literary Sect.
Their worship and prayers to the Literary Sect were quite effective.
Furthermore, the Literary Sect held considerable authority in the Heavenly Court.
Even without preaching directly, merely mentioning the Literary Sect in passing while carrying out their duties and dealing with living beings would naturally spread its influence.
Most Chan Sect disciples were arrogant.
They did not possess Yuanshi Tianzun's abilities, yet they had learned his temperament first.
However, if one truly managed to enlist a Chan Sect disciple's help, then for the sake of face, they would never admit defeat.
Could they not