The ethereal voice of the Azure Wood Immortal Sect Great Power needed no medium to echo through the starry sky, drawing the attention of the other seven immense presences.
A brief silence fell.
"It is not that we fear death."
The voice of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect Great Power was gentle. Hearing it, one could picture a true cultivator of the Dao with refined features and a fly-whisk in hand. "We bear the life and death of our sects, the ancestral rites and legacies passed down through ten thousand generations. Before a new Void Refinement cultivator is born within our sects, how can we so lightly cast away our lives?"
"Haha, that makes sense."
A voice chuckled softly, as though it agreed, yet also seemed to be mocking them in secret.
"Fellow Alchemy Cauldron Dao, there is no need for such strange remarks."
"It does indeed make sense."
A hoarse, icy voice emerged. Simply hearing it made one seem to see tide-like shadows pouring forth, spreading between heaven and earth, swallowing every star and every living being, enough to make people tremble in fear.
This was the terrifying change that occurred after a cultivator had fused with shadows for countless years. The person had become like a shadow.
"We have lifespans of thirty thousand years. Even in our twilight years, we still have nearly ten thousand years left."
"How can mere ants with lifespans of only a few hundred years stand on equal footing with us?"
"As for Dao Children, so long as they do not die young repeatedly in succession, we need only activate new Dao Child seeds from storage. After several hundred years, new Dao Children will arise. It will not do much harm to the sect."
The cold voice spoke calmly, making no attempt to conceal anything.