The voice of Qingmu Immortal Sect's Great Power, Space Spirit, needed no medium to echo across the starry sky, attracting the attention of seven other massive presences.
A moment of silence followed.
"It's not that we are afraid of death or too fond of life,"
The voice of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect's Great Power was gentle, conjuring in the mind the image of a sallow-faced true cultivator holding a whisk, saying, "We shoulder the responsibility for the life and death of our sect, venerating the ancestral masters' teachings for tens of thousands of generations. Until a new Refining Nothingness inherits our position, how can we cheaply forsake our lives?"
"Haha, that's reasonable,"
A voice laughed lightly, seeming to agree as well as subtly mock.
"Dan Ding Fellow Daoist, there's no need for strange words."
"It does make sense."