Black Hand, the White-Haired Ancestor, and the others fled in panic.
Wang Quan drove the army of ghosts and monsters forward to pursue and slaughter them.
They pursued and slaughtered them all along the way, leaving countless casualties.
After many New Method beings died, their souls became new ghosts and monsters and joined the army, determined to bring their former companions over to throw their weight around together.
The surviving New-Method Cultivators, however, cursed them roundly, utterly unappreciative.
This displeased the newly born ghosts and monsters. "We're kindly giving you a hand so you can enjoy the glory and mindset of the victors too."
"Yet you don't recognize a good ghost's intentions."
"Despicable! Hateful!"
"No wonder the Old Cultivation Method Cultivators exploited you."
The New-Method Cultivators said resentfully, "You were on our side just a moment ago."
"How could you change your attitude the instant you died?"
The newly born ghosts and monsters declared self-righteously, "Where your backside sits determines how your head thinks."
"We've become ghosts and monsters, so of course we have to act the part."
"Brothers, stop wasting words on them. Kill them first."
"Once everyone becomes ghosts and monsters, the Old Cultivation Method Cultivators won't be able to harvest us anymore."
At these words, some New-Method Cultivators' eyes lit up. "That makes sense."
"We're fleeing for freedom and an unfettered life, free from exploitation and harvesting."
"If we become ghosts and monsters, we won't be exploited either."
"In that case, why not become ghosts and monsters?"
"Becoming ghosts and monsters eighty or a hundred years early means taking fewer detours and enjoying ourselves sooner."
At this thought, many New-Method Cultivators slit their own throats, becoming new ghosts and monsters.
After becoming ghosts and monsters, they felt weightless all over and could soar freely through the sky.