The stone hall was ancient and unadorned, the Emperor Bell hidden among the rocks. At first glance, it seemed as though it had gathered dust through the passage of time.
Other than a few strange patterns, the Wushi Bell looked utterly ordinary, without the slightest hint of anything divine, like a fossil.
"Woof!"
Black Emperor stared at the Wushi Bell with an unfriendly gaze and said again, "Emperor Bell, do me a favor. I'll remember your kindness."
The Wushi Bell remained motionless.
"Thinking back to those days, we both followed at the Great Emperor's side, fighting across the six directions and eight wilds. We were both the Great Emperor's right-hand men. How nostalgic those days were." Black Emperor continued.
Qin Sheng and Duan De exchanged a glance. From each other's eyes, they knew they shared the same thought.
Calling the Wushi Bell Emperor Wushi's right-hand man was not wrong at all, but Black Emperor's words—
He was just a lackey.
"Now, the years have turned. The Archaic Era has ended, the glory of old has faded away, and only the two of us remain in this world, relying on one another."
Black Emperor began playing the emotional card with the Wushi Bell. "You have to guard the Emperor's Daoist Arena and the Beginningless Scripture, and you are unwilling to leave this place with me. I understand."
"Even when I was constantly bullied outside, hunted down by Primordial Creatures, and nearly died time and time again, I never blamed you."
That was debatable.
Qin Sheng had heard Black Emperor complain about the Wushi Bell more than once. He would say things like, if that broken bell had come out with him, things would have gone differently; and since Emperor Wushi was gone, otherwise he would definitely give that broken bell a