"I heard rumors about a suspected Ghost Realm, and wished to avoid it by tens of thousands of miles, afraid of bumping into the strange and bizarre things within. I'll only breathe easy once the Lord has sealed and dealt with it."
It paused for a moment, gazing up at those toiling amidst the sea of flames, an aching, pitiful lament: "Now I've become a monster too, yet can't show even a shred of bravado. Just to have a bite to eat and drink, we must suffer endless hardships here!
Why am I so unlucky? As a Righteous Cultivator, we were constantly restrained; as an Evil Cultivator, like a rat in the streets; now, even as a monster, I'm forced to labor! Where's the dignity?!"
The Elder Scholar listened and understood, laughing: "Do you feel that by becoming a monster, at least you could leave the Ghost Realm, wander around, scaring ordinary cultivators, burning, killing, and looting wantonly? Perhaps even spreading pollution and ruining the whole world?"
