The Ten Thousand Races were consolidated once again. After the Human Race's resounding victory, Xuanyuan returned to the human tribes with a vast haul of spoils and an enormous number of Alien Race corpses.
Inside the palace of the Central Province Kingdom, a report arrived. "Your Majesty, Human Sovereign, Xuanyuan has returned with his forces and considerable spoils. The Human Race has won a sweeping victory."
A smile appeared on Fuxi's face. "Just as I expected. It seems our use of spies worked splendidly. Without the Bat Race's help, we could hardly have won such a great victory so easily."
"The Bat Race deserves immense credit."
"Attend me. Prepare a victory feast. Also, have the warriors wash up and rest first. Let them wash away the reek of blood."
"Oh, and invite Shennong and Xuanyuan to the great hall for a discussion."
Although they had won a great victory, the Ten Thousand Races had not been routed. The main forces of each race had withdrawn safely. Most importantly, aside from crushing the Wing Race, they had achieved little of lasting significance.
This was also why Fuxi was not entirely satisfied.
Winning a battle was certainly cause for celebration, but failing to inflict devastating damage on the enemy meant the war would continue. That would be an enormous drain on the Human Race.
Only the one managing a household knew how difficult it was to keep it running. Every aspect demanded resources. The warriors needed rewards, the Bat Race needed to be settled, and the prisoners needed somewhere to be housed. It was practically a tangled mess.
Following his orders, Shennong and Xuanyuan soon arrived in the great hall.
Xuanyuan laughed heartily. "Your Majesty, Human Sovereign, we have returned in triumph. What rewards do you have for us?"
Shennong, however, looked