The Azurewood Immortal Sect's mighty cultivator spoke without any medium, her ethereal voice echoing through the starry sky and drawing the attention of seven other vast presences.
A brief silence followed.
"It isn't that we fear death."
The Supreme Clarity Spiritual Treasure Sect's mighty cultivator spoke gently. His voice conjured an image of a gaunt, enlightened master holding a horsetail whisk. "We bear the fate of our sects and the ancestral legacies passed down through ten thousand generations. Before a new Void Refining cultivator arises in our sects, how can we lightly risk our lives?"
"Haha, fair enough."
Someone chuckled. He seemed to approve, though there might have been mockery beneath it.
"Fellow Daoist Dan Ding, there's no need for barbed remarks."
"It does make sense."
A hoarse, icy voice sounded. Hearing it was like watching a tide of shadows surge across the heavens and earth, devouring every star and every living thing. It made people tremble with fear.
This cultivator had spent so long merged with shadows that a dreadful change had overtaken him. The man himself had become like a shadow.
"Our lifespans are thirty thousand years. Even in our twilight years, we still have nearly ten thousand years left."
"How can ants whose lives last a mere few hundred years be equated with us?"
"As for a Dao Child, so long as they don't keep dying one after another, we need only awaken another sealed Dao Child candidate. A few hundred years later, a new Dao Child will arise. The sect will suffer little harm."
The icy voice spoke plainly, concealing nothing.
"Fellow Daoist Shadow Demon is decisive indeed."
Someone praised him.
"Calling them ants goes too far. They are our disciples, after all, not people to be cast aside at will."
Someone shook his head.
"Until