"Everyone, please hear me out. Harmony is precious above all."
Before the eyes of the masses, Great Sage Hun Tuo suddenly stepped out from the ancient clans' camp and stood in the center of the battlefield, single-handedly separating the two sides that might have clashed at any moment.
With the old Great Sage taking action, the taut string in both sides' hearts immediately loosened considerably.
At last, someone had stepped forward to halt the conflict and mediate peace, cleaning up this mess.
For the primordial races, the backdrop of the Ten Thousand Races Assembly was the tragic deaths of two primordial giants, Gan Lun and Kun Zhou, leaving their high-level combat power severely depleted.
Members of the Ten Great Fierce Clans, even those from the ten strongest clans, had been slain, their prestige utterly swept away.
Merak Holy Land, the leader among the human forces, very likely concealed a quasi-Emperor giant.
The royal prince, the primordial quasi-Emperor, and the Fighting Saint King also did not support the ancient clans waging war against humanity. With their strength badly damaged, the primordial beings could only force themselves to negotiate peace.
Yet there was an art to negotiating peace as well. The myriad races wished to seize the initiative in the talks.
Who could have expected the human and demon races to be so unyielding, refusing to yield even an inch?
But was war truly a good choice for the human and demon races?
Once war began, the land would be scorched for thousands of miles, cries of misery would fill the land, and hundreds of millions of common people would be displaced.
The countless sects of the Big Dipper had absolutely not prepared for war, at least not yet.
If war could be avoided, that would naturally be best.
Since neither side