Soon, envoys from both sides traveled back and forth to discuss the details.
In the end, they agreed that the Ten Thousand Races Alliance would retreat toward the Primordial World, while the Human Race took over the southern defensive line.
Naturally, Xuanyuan and the others returned safely as well.
With no more worries at their backs,
the Human Race threw off its restraints and launched a frenzied offensive against the Devil Race.
At this point, good news arrived one piece after another.
After Fuxi and the others won a great victory,
the Holy Monk they had been waiting for finally returned through reincarnation.
The Holy Monk was now only the size of a baby, but he could already speak clearly.
"Amitabha. Thankfully, Lady Pingxin showed mercy and did not make this humble monk drink the Meng Po Soup. Otherwise, who knows when I would have recovered my memories."
Fuxi watched him with some anxiety.
"Are you still the same Holy Monk? Have all your memories returned?"
Jin Chanzi sighed softly.
"I understand what you mean, Human Sovereign. That matter was beyond my control."
"To my shame, I was fully aware of everything I did before, yet I could not control myself."
Fuxi immediately understood that the powerful being who had controlled him was gone.
Once the Holy Monk died, he had no more value as a pawn.
Naturally, that being had stopped paying attention to him.
But that powerful being probably never imagined that the Holy Monk would return to the mortal world in this form.
"You are still the same Holy Monk. In that case, I can breathe a sigh of relief."
At last, Fuxi set aside the misgivings in his heart.
"With the Holy Monk joining us, our chances of victory have grown considerably."
Fuxi smiled from the