After Wang Dong'er fell asleep, Tian Chen gently stroked her, then began communicating with the Eastern Emperor Bell in the System Space.
"Xiao Dong! Come out for a moment!"
The outline of the Eastern Emperor Bell gradually appeared in Tian Chen's consciousness, radiating a faint golden glow that gave it a solemn, majestic air.
Then a gentle, deep voice rang out in Tian Chen's mind. "Master, what are your orders?"
"Xiao Dong, how much of your strength have you recovered?" Tian Chen asked.
"Master, although my recovery has been slow and slight, I have indeed recovered a little."
Tian Chen rubbed his chin, thinking, So that's it. My progress in cultivating spirit power is the key to the Eastern Emperor Bell's recovery!
"A little is still better than nothing." Tian Chen smiled faintly, a trace of relief in his eyes. "Xiao Dong, I need your help. Have you found a way to refine that Divine Sense inside Dong'er?"
"Master, I now have some confidence regarding the Divine Sense inside Wang Dong'er, but I am not yet completely certain."
The Eastern Emperor Bell's voice remained gentle and deep. "Actually, eliminating him would not be difficult for me now. However, this Divine Sense is so tightly fused with her Sea of Consciousness that forcibly removing him could cause irreparable damage to her mind."
"My concern now is that, if driven into a corner, he might self-destruct. Her entire Sea of Consciousness would likely collapse."
"Therefore, my difficulty lies in refining him without causing any damage!"
The Eastern Emperor Bell's voice was steady and firm.
"Master, as things stand, my confidence would increase greatly if you advanced another level. Every time your spirit power rises by one level, I recover a little. Although it amounts to less than one ten-millionth of my strength