Judging by the regret in his eyes, he must have dearly wished to see Great Emperor Mysterious Wasteland again.
"The Great Emperor now belongs to the upper realm. No matter how powerful a lower-realm cultivator may be, rashly meeting him will bring a backlash from the Heavenly Dao's fortune. They might even be reduced to ashes with a single glance at him."
Blade Slave looked equally regretful.
"Daoist Taiping, continue your ascent. Those outside the tower are still waiting for you to find them a path to survival and seek justice for them."
Dongfang Jing suddenly looked at Xu Taiping with a solemn expression, a trace of pleading in his eyes.
Clearly, like Blade Slave, Dongfang Jing, who was now a tower spirit, had long since learned what was happening outside the tower.
"Yes!"
Xu Taiping nodded firmly.
With that, he strode toward the stairs in the center of the Main Hall without looking back.
"Old fox, as far as I know, even if the Great Emperor's true spirit descends to the mortal world, he can no longer interfere in the affairs of the lower realm. Is that right?"
Blade Slave suddenly sought confirmation from Dongfang Jing.
"That's right." Dongfang Jing nodded. "He cannot."
"Then I'm afraid there's very little this boy can accomplish on this trip." Blade Slave let out a long sigh.
Dongfang Jing did not reply. He simply watched Xu Taiping silently as he climbed toward the Thirteenth Layer of the Mysterious Wasteland Tower, step by step. Only after Xu Taiping disappeared up the stairs did he speak, his face expressionless.
"There is actually one way for the Great Emperor to interfere in the affairs of the lower realm without violating the laws of heaven and earth."
"What way?" Blade Slave asked hastily.
"As long as someone