"Damn the Ten Thousand Races Alliance! They actually attacked the Holy Monk?"
"Unbelievable! How could the Holy Monk just die like that? Wasn't his strength supposed to be among the greatest in the Primordial World?"
"They found the Holy Monk's body, but for some reason, his soul was gone. He had only just died-could he already have been cast into reincarnation?"
What followed was the scene from earlier.
Xuanyuan and the others petitioned the Human Sovereign for war, vowing to wipe out the Ten Thousand Races Alliance completely.
Although Fuxi appeared heartbroken, in truth, he had long since been overjoyed.
He had never imagined that Jin Chanzi would actually die.
In his view, although this venture was perilous, there had been no great danger. At worst, the Holy Monk would be detained.
Yet he had never expected the Ten Thousand Races Alliance to hand him such a generous gift.
They had killed the Holy Monk outright.
That settled one of the worries weighing on his mind.
For some reason, however, he had lately felt as though someone were controlling him.
Although Jin Chanzi had disappeared, that feeling still had not gone away.
This displeased Fuxi greatly. Could a Sage still be trying to meddle in the affairs of the Primordial World?
He remembered Demon Emperor Daochen once saying that an era in which Sages no longer appeared was about to begin.
Still, he did not dwell on it. He knew one thing: anyone capable of monitoring him so subtly was most likely stronger than he was.
If they truly were stronger than him, they were very likely a Saint Realm expert.
In that case, he could not move against those fellows.
After all, even if he did, he could not beat them.
Since that was the case, he would let