The Vine Tree Immortal heard what Ye Chen said and furrowed his brow. In truth, it was a very small matter, and an easy one for anyone: all he had to do was let them pass.
But right now, the Vine Tree Immortal was more willing than able.
They no longer communicated by sound waves. The topic didn't seem particularly secret anymore, and everyone could hear it.
The Vine Tree Immortal turned to the others and said, "It's not that you can't pass. I'd very much like to help you, but I don't think I'm capable of doing so anymore!"
Ye Chen asked, "Senior, why do you say that?"
The Vine Tree Immortal sighed. "At first, I was able to control myself, body and soul. But at some point, I lost control of my body."
"Even the form you see before you is an illusion I created. My body is the great tree below."
"Back then, my body wasn't nearly this large. It was made up of just a big trunk and a few small branches. I never expected it to grow larger day by day, with many little demons clinging to me."
"On top of that, my own power has grown weaker and weaker, while those monsters have become increasingly unruly. So I can't control myself at all anymore." The Vine Tree Immortal continued explaining.
Hearing this, everyone felt sorry for him. He had once been an Immortal Family, but now he was surrounded by monsters and had even lost control of his own body. It was truly tragic.
Still, the Vine Tree Immortal had ended up this way for the sake of his friends. Such loyalty was rare, and deeply moving.
Tomb Spirit asked him, "Then, Senior, do you know of any other way for us to get