"Rest assured. With this old man protecting your Primordial Spirit, there will be no danger whatsoever. As for that beast beside you, this old man cannot protect it."
"This old man still advises you to leave it here."
The moment Xinyou was mentioned, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar ground its teeth in fury. That beast—if not for that beast, all those resentful spirits would have been its.
Xinyou, who had been sleeping soundly with its eyes closed, seemed to sense something. It slowly rose to its feet atop Ye Lin's shoulder, bared its fangs at the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, and let out low growls.
"Xinyou, why don't you stay here first? I'll go in and take a look."
With a casual wave of Ye Lin's hand, a huge hole was blasted open in the ruins before him. This should be the passage the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar had mentioned.
The passage leading to the place of suppression.
As though it understood Ye Lin's words, Xinyou continued lying motionless on his shoulder, though its eyes remained fixed on the passage ahead.
At that moment, Ye Lin looked at Xinyou in surprise.
Just now, Xinyou had sent him a feeling of longing, as if something inside was drawing it in.
"Fine, then I'll take you inside. Remember, if you sense any danger, run immediately."
Ye Lin patted Xinyou's little head.
Though the place was filled with resentment, it was still under suppression. If he sensed danger, he could flee with Xinyou.
And so, Ye Lin's body disappeared into the passage before him.
Meanwhile, in the Starry Sky, the armored Guardian seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze turning toward the Desolate Land.
"Curiosity killed the cat. How did that fellow discover it?"
A trace of puzzlement flickered through the