Cultivators endured bitter training, and one major reason was to attain the Dao and transcend beyond. Though attaining the Dao was difficult, cultivators who had reached a certain realm could at least transcend in some sense.
For instance, they could not become drowned ghosts or hanged ghosts that needed to find substitutes for death, nor could they become posthumous Evil Entities bound by certain resentments. Even if they could not become ghost cultivators, at worst they would return to heaven and earth.
But at this moment, two cultivators had actually been reduced to Ghost Servants, such utterly lowly Ghost Creatures—or rather, ghost servants. They had cultivated their entire lives, only to die in the end and become something that could not even control its own existence, destruction, coming, or going. No one could accept that, and their emotions had become somewhat frenzied.
"No! No! Impossible—"
"It can't be. This is an illusion! An illusion—"
One shouted that it was impossible, while the other believed it was an illusion. Although they already understood the true outcome in their hearts, no matter how they vented their fear and unease, how they shouted and raged, their feet had not moved a single step from beginning to end. It was not that some Magical Power restrained them; rather, they eerily understood that they were not permitted to take a step. That was the true source of their terror.
The two could not control their emotions, while Old Ox and Lord Lu stood nearby without a word. The former in particular wore a cruel smile, as though watching a sideshow. Though the two could not rein in their emotions themselves, someone else could help them do so.
"Shut up."
Lord Lu merely moved his lips and spit out those two bland words, yet the two