Chapter 850 - 850 829 I Still Want to Live for a Million Years

850: Chapter 829 I Still Want to Live for a Million Years 850: Chapter 829 I Still Want to Live for a Million Years 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.”

A hoarse, cold voice emerged, and just by hearing it, one could almost see a tidal wave of shadows spread out, engulfing all stars and creatures between heaven and earth, invoking a fearsome trembling.

This was the result of cultivators merging with shadows over the years, thus undergoing a terrifying transformation, becoming like the shadow themselves.

“We possess a life energy of thirty thousand years.

Even approaching our twilight years, we still have nearly ten thousand years of life left.”

“How can mere ants, whose life spans mere hundreds of years, compare to us?”

“As for Taoist disciples, as long as they do not die prematurely in succession, we can simply initiate the sealed new Taoist disciple seeds, and after a few hundred years, new disciples will be born, causing no significant harm to the sect,”

The chilly voice said indifferently, without concealing anything.

“Shadow Demon Fellow Daoist certainly is resolute in disposition,”

Someone praised.

“The term ‘ants’ is too harsh.

After all, they are our disciples, not people we can forsake at will.”

Another person shook their head.

“Without attaining Refining Nothingness, they are ultimately ants.

That is an immutable fact.”

“Even if they are my own disciples.”

The cold voice said icily, “We too, came from such a past, fighting fiercely, battling for the sect.

We sought survival within the brink of death, awaiting our turn to inherit the sect’s Daoist Pact after the previous generation’s Refining Nothingness passed away.

Every strong person undergoes a process from weak to strong.”

“Their luck was poor, and their strength was not strong enough.”

“Thus, if they’re dead, they’re dead, just as those who die at his hands, the multitude of slaves, beauties refined and displayed behind screens.”

“It is as it should be, a cycle of the Heavenly Dao.”

The voice of the Great Expert was brutal and indifferent, with a sense of the Supreme Forgetfulness, the utmost impartiality of heaven and earth.

Shadow Demon Daoist casually slaughtering the weak, extracting the divine souls of countless unparalleled beauties and skilled chefs and turning them into the living dead, didn’t feel wrong to him.

He thought it natural.

If Shadow Demon Daoist lacked strength and got obliterated, he too would find it natural.

The lifespan of the Great Experts was too long.

Tens of thousands of years!

In that span of time, children, parents, family, friends, mentors, and Taoist brothers all died.

To them, the Taoist disciple is just a stranger that surfaced in the last few hundred years, whom they rarely meet or spend time with, only appearing when necessary to impart the Sect’s Cultivation Method and to answer questions.

In such circumstances, expecting them to have strong feelings for the Taoist disciples is unrealistic,

unless it involves an individual from the realm with the rare Taoist Child Level talent who happens to be the Great Expert’s child or a relative’s child.

Only then could the situation change.

Otherwise, they remain strangers.

“Why waste words!”

“It’s nothing but a fear of death.

What’s the shame in admitting that?”

An impatient, gruff voice arose from Wanshou Immortal Sect’s Great Power, “I’ve lived over twenty thousand years, and I truly love this world.

I have not tired of it yet and wish to keep living, not to die just now.”

“If possible, I’d like to live for a hundred thousand, a million years!”

“Moreover,”

He looked around and suddenly smiled, “I really fear that if I were to die in battle, you seven old bastards would still be alive, then divide up the minor world of my Sect, annex our Sect’s inheritance, destroy the ancestral tablets of the Wanshou Immortal Sect, and stand atop my grave laughing at the fool.”

“If that were to happen, I truly would find no peace even in death.”

“Better to be wiped out by the Eastern Devil School; at least they kill with real swords and spears.

If we’re inferior in skill and die, we’d have it coming.”

“This…”

The other seven Great Experts were at a loss for words.

“Heavenly Dao pact,”

“What Wanshou Brother says isn’t without reason,”

the ethereal voice of Qingmu Immortal Sect suggested, “Let us establish a pact, swearing that whoever dies in battle, we must protect their Sect’s foundation.

If anyone violates this, may they be punished by heaven and earth and never find reincarnation in eternity.

How about that?”

Many were moved by the suggestion.

The Eastern Devil School must be dealt with!

It was obvious; otherwise, in the future, there might be a risk of the Sect collapsing.

“No.”

“The Heavenly Dao pact is not to be trusted.”

The icy and hoarse voice said coldly, “In the history of the Domain, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion had stringent and detailed Heavenly Dao pacts between the Sun Vein and the Moon Vein, ensuring that the Refining Nothingness would rotate between the two.”

“When the Nine Great Immortal Sects came to this Domain, they also had pacts not to attack each other and to aid each other.”

“Three thousand years ago, there was also a Heavenly Dao pact between us and the Eastern Devil School.”

“All of these have been violated in the end.”

“From the distant to the near, from historical records to what I’ve witnessed with my own eyes, Heavenly Dao pacts, to me, are not trustworthy.

No matter how you define the terms, no matter how cruel the penalties for breach are stipulated, it won’t work.”

He said coldly.

There was another reason he didn’t mention.

Qingmu Immortal Sect had the strongest survivability, possessing more chances of survival than other Refining Void cultivators.

If she were to manipulate events, it could lead to many deaths and serious injuries, with her only lightly wounded.

Then, finding a way around the Heavenly Dao pact, the great fortunes of Qingmu Immortal Sect ruling the Domain might just arrive under a series of coincidences.

In the future, once real Refining Above Voidness cultivators from Qingmu Immortal Sect emerged, they might write this part of history into the Domain’s Dao records as proof that Qingmu Immortal Sect was favored by the Immortal Path, destined by fate, and destined to rule the Domain.

“So, what should we do?”

The ethereal voice of Qingmu Immortal Sect said with a headache.

“Why don’t we eight simply set up an interlinked life and death restriction?”

“That’s not possible,”

“We haven’t reached such a point yet…”

“Fellow Daoist…”

The voices of the other seven instantly felt it was too extreme.

…

The quarrels between the Great Experts didn’t affect the progress of the starry sky war.

A year after the war within the Domain ended, the Refining Void Dao Soldiers, Army Formations, and the Great Experts from the Eight Great Immortal Sects returned to battle, more cruel and bloodthirsty than before.

Golden Pill Monks, Nascent Soul Monks, Divinity Transformation monks fell in droves; the starry sky itself was shattered.

The heavens and earth turned upside down, and the sun and moon lost their light.