Few people cared about Jiang Wuwei's bewilderment.
The New Method big shots were lost in the joy of their gains.
The Legend Golden Cores were also lost in the joy of a bountiful harvest.
Over the past two years, they had worked with the New Method big shots, grinding out magical duels every day, with someone receiving favor every day.
Streak after streak of favor of the era descended, greatly strengthening the foundations of these Legend Cultivators.
The higher their realm, the greater their gains.
During this time, several Grotto Heaven Cultivators had even stepped into the realm of [One-Way Passage] thanks to favor of the era, saving themselves thousands of years of arduous work.
"Now this was how people were fucking meant to live."
"This was what war should be!"
The group grinned from ear to ear.
Wang Quan and a handful of other cultivators noticed Jiang Wuwei's dejection and bewilderment, so they found a time to comfort him.
After their words of comfort, Jiang Wuwei felt much better.
Another three to five days passed like this. That day, after the magical duels ended, Wang Quan harvested a streak of favor of the era and was about to return and use his Nascent Soul as an external aid to comprehend the Daoist Scriptures when Jiang Wuwei stopped him. "Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, something has happened at the New Method First Main Camp."
"Would you help us take a look?"
Wang Quan was taken aback. "What else could happen in that damned place?"
"Just pretend they don't exist."
The First Great Camp was full of New-Method Cultivators who had gone mad.
They built altars from bodies of flesh and blood, chanting invocations to ancient sovereigns and offering sacrifices to them.
Black smoke billowed from every one of them, making them look