Fuxi did not want to fall out with the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, because the Devil Race was still running rampant. Although they were not particularly powerful and their numbers had dwindled considerably, they were still not so easy to deal with.
Most importantly, in the eyes of many powerful cultivators, the Devil Race had become an excellent source of merit.
If they fell out with the Ten Thousand Races Alliance now, it would still be the living beings of the Primordial World who suffered.
If the Devil Race rose from the ashes because of this, the losses would be immense.
Thus, Fuxi went with the flow and summoned the Holy Monk, Jin Chanzi.
"Holy Monk, the Ten Thousand Races Alliance has rebelled, putting us between them and the Devil Race in a pincer attack. If this continues, our Human Anti-Demon Alliance will be at a disadvantage."
"I hope you can go to the Ten Thousand Races Alliance and persuade them to return. I will let bygones be bygones. Holy Monk, would you be willing to go?"
"Although the Buddhist Sect has withdrawn from the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, its influence remains. You are, after all, a member of the Buddhist Sect. I doubt they would dare do anything to you. If you can use the Buddhist Sect's influence to persuade the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, it will be a great contribution to our cause."
Jin Chanzi nodded. In his view, the Ten Thousand Races Alliance's rebellion was not part of Fate's arrangements.
Or rather, this so-called Ten Thousand Races Alliance had never stirred up so much as a ripple in any era of the Primordial World.
In other words, their rebellion was certain to fail.
Besides, I am the Holy Monk. Would they really attack me once I arrived?