The mastermind behind the scenes starting with the calamity of all races

Wuming's eyes flickered. He was conflicted and hesitant. Should he intercept the token? If more people came from the upper realm, could the human race still hold on?

After thinking it over, he finally gave up; the timing wasn't right.

The token moved with lightning speed, like a streak of light, and in the blink of an eye, it flew into the passage. Its divine light was magnificent, its willpower fluctuated constantly, and its silent voice was vast and mighty, "A god, an ancient marquis, has come down to assist in the battle."

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Chapter 425 Suppression [Please subscribe to the full book! Please vote with monthly tickets!]

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"Go to the lower realms to assist in the battle."

As soon as Ji Wu's voice fell, the Divine Race Dao Integration Realm cultivators at the entrance to the Upper Realm were dumbfounded. What the heck? Sending an Ancient Marquis down to assist in the battle?

Then, his brows furrowed tightly together, like hills, and his features became somewhat distorted. He was caught off guard by Ji Wu's command.

At this moment, the Immortal Clan's Dao Integration Clan had not gone far. They were still waiting for news from the lower realm when they heard that Ji Wu had also sent people down to the lower realm to assist in the battle. These were also ancient marquises, which left them somewhat bewildered.

Could it be that the immortals and gods have started a war?

What's going on?

At this moment, the immortals couldn't help but wonder: even with the ancient marquises Yuan Sheng and Yun Xing descending to the mortal realm, how could they still not defeat the human race? Impossible, right?

This is a quasi-king and a top-level Dao Integration expert!

The crowd's eyes flickered; they were filled with doubt and contemplation.

Over there, although King Yi of the Divine Race looked puzzled, he still quickly relayed the message.

Never mind, let everyone decide this matter. He can't take responsibility, and besides, he's not an ancient marquis. Which ancient marquis would be willing to guard this place all the time? Only those of us with weaker strength are assigned here.

Soon, the familiar scene played out again, only this time the subjects were the gods.

This has unsettled all races. The Immortal Race had just made such a big commotion, and now the Divine Race has suddenly done the same. What's going on? Have the Immortal and Divine Races gone to war?

Well, it's no wonder people think that way. The human race isn't taken seriously by them anymore, so they just ignore it.

If it were the Ninth Tide, or even before the Ninth Tide, the first thing they would think of would definitely be the human race. But the last tidal change had emptied the human race's foundation. Even if there were still some remnants, they were no longer a threat.

"What exactly happened?"

Flash Spirit Marquis asked quickly, puzzled by this sudden turn of events.

King Yi quickly said, "Lord Jiwu asked us to descend to the mortal realm to assist in the battle. He didn't say much else, just that he wanted to send an ancient marquis down..."

"Ancient Marquis? Has Ji Wu gone mad?"

King Yi was speechless; how could he possibly explain it? He couldn't articulate it clearly.

Shanling Hou frowned slightly, walked to the passage, and channeled his willpower into it. After a while, a voice rang out on the Heavenly Fate Mountain in the Realm of Fate: "Wuming, what exactly is going on in the lower realm? What happened to the gods? Or did someone from the Immortal Clan descend to the lower realm just now?"

The summit of Tianming Mountain.

Wuming had been sitting cross-legged there. Upon hearing the voice, he pondered for a moment: "You are the...Shanlinghou of the God Clan?"

“That’s right, it’s me,” Shanlinghou continued, “Please tell me, Brother Wuming.”

Wuming glanced up at the direction of the Starry Sea, his mind racing. After a moment of thought, he said calmly, "The great war in the lower realm has broken out. The gods are currently unharmed. Just now, Marquis Yuansheng and Marquis Yunxing descended to the lower realm."

"What!?" Marquis Shanling exclaimed in shock, "A great war has broken out!? With whom? The Immortal Clan?"

In the Upper Realm, while Shanling Hou was secretly alarmed, he also informed the other members of the God Clan of this news.

Everyone frowned without saying a word, and then waited for Wuming's answer.

Wuming thought for a moment and said calmly, "I'm sorry, the Ming Clan doesn't want to get too involved. That's all I can say. If you want to know more, you should send someone down to the lower realm."

Wuming didn't intend to say too much to them. What if they sent another quasi-king or, to put it more bluntly, a celestial venerable? Wouldn't the human race be doomed?

Well, it's highly unlikely. Wen Yi is probably watching this battle from the sidelines right now.

"Wuming, you...you've gone too far!"

Marquis Shanling was furious. No one cared if you ordered your clan to remain neutral, but now you won't even give me a message. Isn't that going too far?

Wuming coldly said, "My Fate Clan is not a subordinate race of your God Clan. I have already told you what I can tell you. Don't mention anything else. If you piss me off, I will kill every one of your God Clan members. Do you believe me?"

Wuming was not afraid of the gods and directly uttered a harsh statement.

Now Marquis Shanling fell silent. It wasn't that he was afraid of Wuming, but rather that it wasn't the right time to offend the Ming Clan.

You must understand that now, no matter who goes down to the mortal realm, serious injury is inevitable. Two people have already gone down, and the third will have a slim chance of survival. As for the fourth, forget about it for now; it's hopeless. Even if the Heavenly Venerable came, he would be finished.

When Shanling Hou told everyone what Wuming had said, everyone was filled with righteous indignation and loudly accused the Ming Clan of being ungrateful.

Marquis Shanling frowned and scolded, "Alright, you can just vent these things in private. Don't go around saying them everywhere. It's easy to offend people. The Ming Clan is powerful and not to be trifled with."

Powerful and neutral races like the Fate Race have always been targets of the Immortal, God, and Demon races for courting. The more they win over one of them, the greater their chances of victory. Therefore, they are usually quite tolerant of these powerful neutral races.

Even if they had some grievances, they endured them, waiting until after victory to settle scores, right?

"So who should we send down now? The Immortal Clan has already sent two down. The difficulty of sending down the third one is greatly increased. Without the strength of a top-level Dao Integration cultivator, going down there will only mean certain death."

As soon as he finished speaking, those below the top level of Dao Integration breathed a sigh of relief. Goodness, it seems that sometimes being weaker isn't without its advantages, especially for King Yi. Otherwise, he would have been the one to go down.

As a quasi-king level figure, Marquis Shanling's words carried considerable weight. He glanced around and slowly said, "How about you go down, Marquis Shuangshen?"

Swish swish!

Everyone's gaze instantly turned to the middle-aged man with snow-white hair and beard, Frost God Marquis, a powerful figure in the Ice and Snow God Clan, and a senior top-level Dao Integration expert.

Well, judging from the current situation, none of those who were granted the title of Marquis in ancient times were weak.

Of course, the undead don't count. The undead are generally a level weaker than the living. For example, the four undead kings are only at the level of quasi-kings, not celestial beings, much less masters of rules.

Therefore, in the Netherworld, nine out of ten Dao Integration cultivators are granted the title of Marquis. The rest who are not granted the title are those who have awakened from the River of the Dead over the past 100,000 years. Since the Imperial Court has disappeared, naturally no one grants them the title of Marquis.

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Let's get back to the present.

Frost God Marquis was quite surprised; he never expected that Flash Spirit Marquis would choose him.

Well, after looking around, he realized that his Ice and Snow Clan was probably the weakest among those present. Now he understood.

Having grasped the crux of the matter, Frost God Marquis was too lazy to say anything more. Even if it were a vote, the final result would probably still be his.

“Alright,” Frost God Marquis agreed.

In an instant, the others smiled knowingly. Great, now they didn't have to take the risk.

Marquis Shanling nodded slightly, then said with concern, "Be careful on your journey."

After saying that, Marquis Shanling took out some healing treasures and handed them to Marquis Shuangshen. It was true that he sent Marquis Shuangshen down to the mortal realm, but that didn't mean he sent Marquis Shuangshen down to his death.

Therefore, he still gave him what he was supposed to. Without these things, even if Frost God Marquis descended to the mortal realm, he would be severely injured, and his strength would probably be reduced by half. Half the strength of a top-level Dao Integration cultivator would not be comparable to that of a third-level Dao Integration cultivator.

Therefore, some healing treasures must be provided to ensure that Frost God Marquis can recover from his injuries quickly.

Frost God Marquis didn't stand on ceremony and took it directly. This was what he deserved, so why should he be polite?

Finally, Frost God Marquis glanced at the others, then leaped into the passage.

Crackle, crackle.

Inside the passage, lightning flashed and thunder roared incessantly, with countless bolts of lightning striking Frost God Marquis. These were all products of the rules, possessing immense power and appearing densely packed.

Frost God Marquis felt a slight chill and kept creating millennia-old ice to block in front of him, determined not to be struck by lightning.

When lightning strikes someone, the intense electric current will instantly paralyze them, and then other lightning bolts will swarm in, ultimately killing them.

Therefore, Frost God Marquis dared not hold back at all, with countless ice blocks in front of him, making his defenses airtight, and no matter how much he consumed, it didn't matter.

Not only that, he also had to keep a certain distance from the ice, not for any other reason than that ice can also conduct electricity!

No matter how ice changes, its essence remains the same: it is water.

Much later.

Accompanied by a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, a charred "corpse" that smelled of flesh fell out of the passage and landed on Mount Tianming.

The "corpse" flickered with electricity and twitched occasionally. Apart from that, it looked no different from a corpse, but Wuming knew that this person was not dead, but still alive.

Wu Ming's eyes flickered. Who was this person?

He couldn't recognize the person in front of him at first glance. The sight was utterly appalling. Well, I would call you the most miserable top-level Dao cultivator.

Wuming stroked his mustache, his eyes darting around as he considered whether he should take advantage of the moment, while the man was still seriously injured, to kill him outright!

Judging from the current situation, it is definitely impossible for the upper realm to send anyone down in the short term.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, a violent coughing sound rang out, and the "corpse" on the ground came back to life!

Wuming let out a long sigh of relief. He knew he couldn't hesitate any longer; it was time to make a decision.

A few more breaths passed.

Forget it, let's not kill him yet. Let's suppress him and prevent him from recovering.

Yes, it's just suppression, not killing.

This was the decision of Wuming.

It's not his fault; he just killed someone quietly like that. Who knows what he did? But this won't do.

It doesn't matter if the other races don't know, but the human race cannot be unaware, otherwise he would have killed them in vain.

Well, let's do it this way for now. Suppress it first, and when the Human Race Holy Lord makes his appearance another day, we can give him this top-tier Dao Integration skill as a token of our loyalty.

A top-tier Dao Integration cultivator from the God Clan—that's quite a significant figure, isn't it?

Moreover, he has now changed the course of the battle for the human race. Otherwise, with such a top-level Dao Integration cultivator joining the battle, the human race might not have been able to withstand it.

With this back and forth, the Life Clan was able to gain a foothold in the human race's camp.