The Nine Great Immortal Sects of the Nine Spirit Domain had no awareness whatsoever that they came from a remote, backwater Lower Realm. The moment they arrived, they used military formations to blanket every powerhouse within the Ancient God Domain.
They spoke of neither politics nor winning people over and dividing them, nor sowing discord within their ranks, even though the several great factions had countless fractures between them and were far from close. Winning them over and splitting them apart would not have been difficult.
They even showed a trace of delight.
Among the dozens of Dao Integration Divine Lords, in one corner of the Myriad Races Alliance, the Jiao Ming Emperor wore a blank expression.
He had encountered this familiar scene many years ago. Now he had encountered it again—again at the hands of those nine damned bastards.
Yet this time, there was an enormous difference.
He was no longer the sole target. He was merely one among dozens, utterly inconspicuous, not even worthy of an individual glance from the Divine Lords of the Nine Great Immortal Sects of the Nine Spirit Domain. He was ordinary, unnoticed, and ignored.
"Fellow Daoist Black Tortoise!"
The Weaving Sky Spider Divine Monarch warily glanced at the military formations around them and said coldly, "The affairs of your human race have nothing to do with my Myriad Races Alliance!"
For a faction like the Myriad Races Alliance, which was constantly surrounded by human forces, their instinct was to avoid taking the side of any human faction.
What they wanted more was to watch the human race slaughter one another, exhaust themselves through internal conflict, and preferably perish together.
The Myriad Races Alliance should not be dragged into the water by any human faction.
Bzzzz!
More than twenty Dao Integration Divine Lords of