The New-Method body integration cultivators were so meek and timid that the New-Method bigwigs were furious.
"You were brimming with fighting spirit just now. Why are you acting like this now?"
The body integration cultivators replied as though it were only natural, "We thought our void refinement buddies could sweep away every enemy and win their magical duels once they had magic treasures."
"But when we brought out magic treasures, the other side brought out even stronger ones."
"And our void refinement buddies died even more horribly-their consciousnesses were all imprisoned. Not a single one escaped back."
"We still have bright futures ahead of us. We can die fighting here, but we absolutely cannot let the enemy imprison our consciousnesses."
Another body integration cultivator muttered, "I came here to play in the mortal world, act without restraint, and stand high above everyone else."
"Now there's a chance I'll die for good."
"That goes against my original intentions."
"I quit."
Seeing signs of retreat among the Mahayana and tribulation transcendence New-Method cultivators behind them as well, a New-Method bigwig immediately realized things were going badly.
He patiently reassured them, "We have strength in numbers, and we're several realms above them."
"What is there to fear?"
"Besides, if we feel we're about to die, we can kill ourselves beforehand. Then they won't be able to capture our consciousnesses."
"That way, we can still enjoy the thrill of battle, preserve ourselves, bring glory to our factions, and even seize a spot among the immortals."
"That's four birds with one stone!"
At those words, realization dawned on them. "That makes sense!"
One New-Method body integration cultivator's eyes lit up. "As long as I die fast enough, the enemy can't harvest me? And they can't obliterate me either?"
"Exactly!"
The New-Method body integration cultivator was