With the New Method in such a state, Wang Quan and the others really could not refuse.
After a brief discussion, everyone finally decided:
Wang Quan and the others would set traps for those New-Method big shots.
None of them feared that the New-Method big shots descending from the Heavenly World would see through the traps.
After all, those New-Method country bumpkins could not even learn complicated spells, let alone divine abilities.
Moreover, Wang Quan and the others were all Legend Cultivators with stronger foundations, and the divine abilities they wielded were subtler and more powerful.
Thus, they were not the least bit worried that the New-Method big shots would notice.
Besides, even if they noticed, so what?
If they angered them, they could even abandon the favor of the era, then soar into the air and rain thunder and fire down on them, blasting them to death bit by bit.
They could even unleash greater divine abilities to scour the ground clean.
Wang Quan and the other Legend Golden Cores followed Jiang Wuwei to the New-Method camp.
The Blessed Land, Grotto Heaven, and Primordial Spirit Dharma Form Cultivators followed silently through the air.
Once everyone arrived amid the New-Method army, they all fell silent.
For this truly was a scene of demons dancing in wild abandon:
Altars of flesh and blood rose from the ground.
Countless New-Method Cultivators served as sacrifices, their faces crazed.
Atop the altars, officiants with red light gleaming in their eyes chanted scriptures in strange, lilting voices, reciting the names of one emperor after another.
A Grotto Heaven Cultivator looked grim. "I cultivated the Imperial Scripture [The Emperor of Withering and Flourishing Speaks: With a Thought, Flowers Bloom; With a Thought, All Falls Silent]."
"Is the Emperor of Withering and Flourishing they're summoning now the