The cultivators locked in magical combat ignored the monsters' wails and simply kept harvesting cultivation resources.
Wang Quan was kindhearted. He comforted the monsters, "In history, you were destined to die."
"Dying sooner or later makes no difference."
"Since you have to die anyway, why not lend us a hand before you go?"
"We don't have it easy either."
"But rest assured, if you help us, we'll have a chance to change history."
"When that happens, we won't keep the glory of changing history to ourselves."
Hearing this, the monster unleashed a torrent of abuse. "There's a huge difference between living a thousand or eight hundred years less and living a thousand or eight hundred years more!"
"Besides, once we're dead, we won't be able to enjoy any glory, however great."
Wang Quan laughed at that. Patting the monster's head, he said, "Silly monster, have you forgotten the Underworld?"
"That glory will descend into the Underworld and bestow its blessing on you."
"The beings in the Underworld will cheer and praise you."
"You might even become a ghost deity in the Underworld because of that glory."
"Perhaps, in the future Underworld, that glory will let you endure until the era we come from. Then we can all be friends!"
The monster looked bewildered. "That all sounds wonderful, but could you stop talking?"
"Why?" Wang Quan was taken aback. "I'm painting you a pie here. How can you refuse to eat it?"
"The pie might be a little big, but that doesn't mean you can't eat it."
"This time, we're changing history."
"If we can change history, we're certain to reap heaven-defying benefits."
The Purple-Robed Marquis sidled over and said in a low voice, "We might also reap heaven-defying harm."
Wang Quan paused, then burst out laughing. "But we still have