“The Immemorial Path has actually been reduced to this state. It really is hard to believe.”

Long Chen had crossed three abysses when the Eastern Wasteland Bell’s voice rang out, filled with pity.

“Senior, didn’t you need to rest?” asked Long Chen.

“The rest I was talking about is resting in your mind-sea. I can’t help you handle enemies, but that doesn’t stop me from communicating with you. I can see everything through your eyes.” The Eastern Wasteland Bell sighed, “Thinking of the Immemorial Path’s glory back then, and now seeing it in its ruined state, I really can’t help feeling emotional.”

“Senior, you saw the Immemorial Path in its golden age?” asked Long Chen. But after asking that, he felt his own question to be a bit stupid. The Eastern Wasteland Bell had been first sealed here, and only then had the Immortal Path crumbled.

“Yes. When I was locked here, the Immemorial Path was completely fine. But if the Immemorial Path hadn’t been ruined, perhaps I would have long since ceased to exist,” said the Eastern Wasteland Bell.

“Senior, I want to ask you a few questions. If it touches on any sensitive topics, you don’t...