Three days earlier:
After the spell combat ended, the bigwigs of the New Method immediately convened a meeting.
Mm... to find New Method cannon fodder-no, to find New Method powerhouses to fight the Old Cultivation Method experts.
"Our performance in this spell combat was an utter failure!"
A New Method bigwig paced back and forth, in a thoroughly foul mood.
He growled, "We're all cultivators. We come from the Heavenly World. Not only is our standing higher than the Old Cultivation Method's, but the immortal arts we cultivate are formidable too."
"Our Spell Combat Cultivators were all selected after winning a hundred battles out of a hundred."
"For this descent, they even had mighty treasures empowering them."
"They also had heaven's mandate protecting them."
"With so many advantages, I simply couldn't imagine how we could lose."
"But the reality is-we lost!"
"Not only did we lose, we lost miserably!"
"Everyone, why did we lose?"
The New Method bigwig looked at the other bigwigs. He wanted someone to carry the pot of blame.
The many New Method bigwigs' eyes darted about. For the moment, they had no idea how to shirk responsibility.
After all, what he had just said was absolutely right.
They had enormous advantages and an excellent chance of winning.
Yet they had lost.
They couldn't understand it.
"The New Method cultivators we deployed had higher cultivation realms than the Old Cultivation Method cultivators."
"Even the weakest were Nascent Soul level, corresponding to the Old Cultivation Method's Primordial Spirit."
"Yet they couldn't even beat their Golden Cores."
"Something absolutely went wrong here."
These New Method bigwigs were simply unwilling to acknowledge-or rather, did not believe in-the foundations of the Legend Cultivators, and did not believe the Old Cultivation Method was better than the New Method.
So they ignored everything