The old man raised his head and bowed, replying sincerely, "Our clan is indeed facing an invasion."
The young man on top of the tombstone chuckled. "The enemies you speak of are the exiles of this world, aren't they?"
"That's right," the old man said.
"So you're visiting me now to ask for my help?" the young man asked again.
The old man sighed softly in his heart and nodded.
This young man looked like a lunatic, but his true strength was probably hard to estimate …
Most importantly, he wasn't imprisoned in that world like the other exiles, but appeared in the space where the warden clan lived.
The old man didn't know the purpose of his master's arrangement, but this young man had been his neighbor for countless years. Perhaps he would agree to help on account of this?
"The old monster's Equality of All Lives is so powerful that I can't escape it. I'm now the same as an ordinary person, so it's useless even if I help, hehe …" The young man tilted his head and laughed.
Hearing this, the old man's face flashed with a complicated expression. Then, he bent his knees and knelt before him. "Please help the warden clan!"
"Clan Leader!"
The purple-haired black-robed man beside him panicked.
The tomb keeper had said that after Equality of All Lives, his cultivation would also be weakened. Why would the clan leader beg him like this?
Seeing the old man's reaction, the tomb keeper's expression didn't change at all.
With a flip of his body, he jumped down from the tombstone and walked past the old man. At the same time, he clicked his tongue and said in a leisurely voice, "Back then, I made a bet with Ruin that I would be imprisoned here for a trillion years. Even now, I still haven't been able to see through this secret …"
Hearing this, the old man and the purple-haired black-robed man's hearts skipped a beat.
This tomb keeper was also imprisoned here?
If that was the case, he was actually an existence that opposed the warden clan. In other words, not only would he not help the warden clan, he would even use this opportunity to escape?
After coming to this conclusion, the old man and the purple-haired black-robed man were naturally uneasy.
The tomb keeper sensed their emotions and turned his head to smile faintly. "Having lived next to your clan for so long, I'm well aware of what happened to your warden's clan. I have to say, your conservative faction is indeed loyal and devoted to your duties. Unfortunately, you don't know … Ruin, this old monster, doesn't care much about this prison."
"What do you mean?" The old man slowly stood up. He was very concerned about the tomb keeper's words.
This involved the dispute between the conservative and liberal parties …
Back then, when the Liberals wanted to leave this world, the two sides didn't fight at first. Instead, they engaged in a debate that lasted for several years.
The core point of the Liberals was that their master had already given up on them and this world. The Wardens were also dispensable existences.
On the other hand, the conservative faction insisted that their master would return sooner or later, so they had to stick to their mission.
The old man had persisted on this mission until today …
"Because there is more than one such prison." The tomb keeper shrugged. "Ruin has built sixty to seventy such prisons at the bottom of the Chaos. He has been repeating the process, but he has failed. The prison you are guarding is just one of his failures, understand?"
"Failed product? Where is the failure? From the beginning to the end, not a single person has escaped from this prison! "The old man's voice was faintly trembling, and his attitude was even more severe.
A person who had spent his life guarding something was just a failed product. No one would be able to accept this, let alone the Wardens who had spent countless years here!
How could their clan accept this?
The tomb keeper still had that lazy smile on his face. Looking at the old man's agitated expression, he couldn't help but sigh. "These few Chaos Ancient Gods have already become the foundation of the entire Chaos. Do you really think that 'Ruin' has nothing better to do than to set up a prison and lock some people up here? Do those exiles have the right to do so? "
Even people as strong as Ming Wei and Elder Jin wouldn't be able to catch the attention of the Chaos Ancient Gods.
Compared to the Chaos Ancient Gods, these exiles weren't even considered small fries …
The old man immediately choked when he heard this.
Indeed …
Their supreme master should be the strongest existence in the Chaos. Why would he lock these exiles up here?
However, the Wardens wouldn't try to figure out their master's intentions. This was a great disrespect, so they had never considered this question.
"Master … Why did he create this world? Why … did he create us?" The old man asked this question with difficulty.
This question was often asked by the Liberals in the past. The old man vaguely understood the Liberals' position …
The tomb keeper smiled faintly. "You don't need to know this. Anyway, your master has already given up. You don't need to struggle anymore. If those exiles want to leave, let them leave. It's not bad for everyone to part on good terms."
"Nonsense!" The purple-haired, black-robed man finally couldn't help but berate him.
The old man also said, "Protecting this prison is the duty of the Wardens. It's also the reason why our master created us. Even if it's as you said, that our master has given up on this place, we won't give up! If you're not willing to help us, then we'll take our leave! "
The old man bowed deeply to the tomb keeper, then turned to leave.
The purple-haired, black-robed man followed closely behind. In his opinion, the patriarch's action was purely superfluous. He could beg anyone, but he didn't have to beg this guy.
Seeing that the two were about to leave, the tomb keeper said, "Although I feel that your persistence is very boring, I admire people who persist."
As he spoke, he stretched his body, and his bones suddenly cracked. "I've been here for too long. Anyway, I can't decipher anything from this broken tablet. I also want to move around."
Hearing this, the old man suddenly stopped. He turned his head and stared blankly at the tomb keeper. His dim yellow eyes suddenly lit up. "You're willing to help us?"
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On the other side …
Ming Wei, Luo Zheng, and the others stopped in their tracks.
A black-robed man stood in front of them. Beside this black-robed man, azure butterflies danced around him.
These butterflies were beautiful, but they contained fatal energy.
"This place is off-limits," the black-robed man said faintly.
As soon as he finished speaking, black-robed figures appeared one after another on the roofs on both sides of the street.
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