The Immortal Sect Council proceeded in orderly fashion.
"Debate is over. Voting begins."
Divine Mechanism presided over the meeting and made the announcement.
The Immortal Sect's many Void Refining cultivators considered the various opinions, then made their own decisions according to their own judgment, independently, under the Central Array-Spirit Computer's watch, and in accordance with Immortal Sect law.
"Fifty-eight in favor, ten against. Votes in favor of the Ancient God Path's Heaven-Hiding Pavilion proposal account for 85.3 percent."
"Under Immortal Sect law, the resolution passes."
Divine Mechanism made the announcement once more.
A resolution concerning the Immortal Sect's overall strategy had taken shape. Within a powerful Dao Integration faction, its members had united their wills and begun to act in earnest.
The Immortal Sect Council meeting had seemed long, filled with arguments, disputes, and furious cursing. In reality, it had all been the fleet's collective deliberation by its many Void Refining cultivators, coordinated through the Central Array-Spirit Computer. Only a brief moment had passed outside.
To outsiders, Yuan had merely thought for a moment before answering the questions from the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace's mighty cultivator and the others.
"The Immortal Sect agrees to the journey to the Ancient God Path's Heaven-Hiding Pavilion," Yuan answered.
His voice seemed to be a single voice, yet also a strange sound formed from hundreds of millions of voices converging at a particular frequency. Hundreds of millions of echoes rang within each utterance. It was bizarre and terrifying, nothing like the voice of a normal living being.
A cultivator unaware of the truth might have thought he was a terrifying demon who had devoured hundreds of millions of souls and suffered a distortion of his divine soul.
The mighty cultivators of the Eight Great Immortal Sects had long since grown used to this