"I'm already a cripple. What use am I?"
After a moment of silence, Old Garden said hoarsely, "Sealed away for ten thousand years, my cultivation has not advanced an inch. Not only has my cultivation failed to advance, even my physical body has been almost completely destroyed."
With such immense damage, even if he got out, he could at most wield the strength of the Heavenly God realm. As for recovering to the True God realm, who knew how many ages that would take.
In the end, he was nothing but a cripple now. Ye Lin had already obtained his greatest trump card, so what did he need a cripple like him for?
"Senior, whether one is a cripple or not is not for oneself to decide. To be honest, Senior, this junior was once a cripple as well."
"This junior's talent was abysmal. There was not the slightest chance of entering the world of cultivation. Even if one randomly picked an ordinary mortal, their talent would be dozens of times greater than this junior's. Only after enduring countless trials and disasters did this junior reach where he is today."
"Whether one is crippled or not is something one fights for. If you do not stake everything on one attempt, how will you know whether you are crippled? Besides, Senior was once a peerless prodigy. Even with a heaven-defying artifact like the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, ordinary people could never possibly achieve what Senior did."
"It can only be said that Senior has lost his confidence—lost the heart to pursue the Dao."
Ye Lin sat before Old Garden and earnestly tried to persuade him. To gain such a powerful ally, he had truly racked his brains.
"Is that so..."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Old Garden's eyes became somewhat lost. It seemed