"Congratulations, Ancestor, on attaining Quasi-Sainthood!"
Seeing Liu Mang open his eyes, Xuanyuan clasped his hands in congratulations, his voice filled with envy.
Not to mention how few Quasi-Saints there were in Hong Huang, the Human Race gaining another great Quasi-Saint expert would undoubtedly further solidify its position in the Three Realms. As the leader of the Human Race, Xuanyuan was naturally delighted.
Liu Mang shook his head, unable to voice the frustration in his heart.
He could hardly tell Xuanyuan that he did not want to comprehend the Guardian Laws and attain the Dao at all.
Just look at Xuanyuan's envious, reddened eyes.
Liu Mang was truly afraid that after hearing him out, Xuanyuan would not be able to stop himself from saying,
"What the hell are you showing off for?"
Nu Wa, who was eavesdropping in the void, would probably smack him so hard into the ground that no one could scrape him back out.
"I merely comprehended a trace of Laws. Who knows how many years remain before I can attain Quasi-Sainthood?"
Liu Mang answered casually, then looked at Xuanyuan again.
"Just now, Saint Hou Tu of the Wu Clan sent me a message, asking me to go there.
I suspect the matter of the Wu Clan and the Human Race competing for the role of protagonist of Hong Huang has come to an end.
As for the specifics, I will go investigate first and return to tell you. Whether to fight or make peace will be entirely up to you."
Upon hearing Liu Mang's words, Xuanyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
During the Battle of Zhuolu, he had witnessed the terrible casualties among his people. Naturally, he did not wish for the war to continue.
However, if the Wu Clan insisted on fighting, the Human Race