The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105: The Familiar Altar, the Familiar Fairy!

Carson Flores landed behind a boulder, setting down Lilly Compton. With his palms pressed together, he cast a Death Imprint onto her body and nonchalantly took out the Cicada’s Mantle, draping it over her.

”Stay down here, and no matter what, don’t move!”

Lilly obediently lay in the underbrush and nodded compliantly. ”Brother Chen, be careful.”

Carson stepped forward, his figure hurtling toward the Sect Main Hall.

He figured that there must be something inside the Sect Main Hall, perhaps that very thing had created these soul-like Primordial Spirits, or maybe they were the guardians of that artifact.

An Immortal cutting down the Sky with a single sword?

Guardians within the Sect Main Hall?

Carson immediately thought of the Immortal Slaves from the Valley of Death and the ghostly soldiers from the Ancestral Demon Tomb. They were all guardians, safeguarding something of utmost importance.

A daring hypothesis surged in Carson’s heart—could it be that inside there lay Cristopher Hopkins Immortal’s body?

Soul-like Primordial Spirits akin to Evil Ghosts were frenetically slaughtering fleeing Cultivators all around. Even though Carson wanted to save them, he was helpless; he resolved instead to strike at what was essential to save.

Ground Shrinking Technique!

Carson appeared instantly at the entrance of the grand hall. He let out a sudden, long howl, attracting the attention of all the Primordial Spirits before turning his head and charging into the Sect Main Hall.

The Primordial Spirits sensed someone breaking into the hall and, abandoning their pursuit, turned and swarmed toward the Sect Main Hall.

As soon as Carson rushed into the Main Hall, his eyes brightened.

A familiar altar, a familiar array barrier, familiar... a Fairy!

Just like the altar next to the lava within the depths of the Valley of Death, except that instead of a flawless white arm, there was a head.

It was the head of a young and beautiful woman, her features picturesque, eyes tightly closed, her cheeks even had a faint healthy flush, her skin fair and delicate—the image not of a severed head but of a sleeping beauty.

Cristopher Hopkins Immortal’s head!

Carson’s heart thumped violently, and in an instant, he understood many things.

The Immortal who had struck down White Stone Mountain Cave Heaven must have been the one who killed Cristopher Hopkins Immortal, the same one who descended to the Lower Realm to pursue him.

She killed Cristopher Hopkins Immortal and, for some reason, dared not destroy her body entirely, so she dismembered it and suppressed it. Fearing Cristopher Hopkins’ resurrection, she suppressed the most vital part, the head, in White Stone Mountain Cave Heaven, then cleaved the mountain with a single strike, causing it to fall to the Mortal Realm!

The Mortal Realm and the Barbarian Wilderness Realm were separated by worlds. Even if Cristopher Hopkins collected her other body parts, she would never be able to find her head in the Barbarian Wilderness Realm, meaning she could never truly resurrect!

To hide this secret and prevent any word from escaping, the Immortal not only slayed the entire population of White Stone Mountain Cave Heaven with a single sword but also used a special method to turn the Hollow Void Practitioners’ Primordial Spirits into the ghostly figures they were now, making them guardians of this place.

He used a special method to maintain the Spiritual Energy of this land, because only then would the Spiritual Energy of the formation suppressing Cristopher Hopkins’ head not dry up, and the cave heaven’s Barrier not collapse. And in the Mortal Realm, who could possibly enter?

Even if someone did enter, who could withstand the execution by a horde of Hollow Void Practitioners’ Primordial Spirits?

It was too cruel!

All of a sudden, Carson believed what Cristopher Hopkins Immortal had said. She had proclaimed herself as one blessed by a great fate, insisting that following him would surely lead to finding all parts of her body and she would be able to resurrect!

He originally only came back to visit relatives, but who knew his aunt would be crippled by someone’s hand and reveal the discovery of White Stone Mountain Cave Heaven, leading him to this place.

If this wasn’t fate, what was?

Carson summoned the Water-Fire Mirror, the boundless Fierce Fire mixed with terrifying Blood Mist burst out instantly, turning the doorway of the grand hall into an inferno. Then he turned and poured the flames onto the Barrier sealing Cristopher Hopkins.

”Whoosh!”

Primordial Spirits surrounded by a chilling aura swarmed in, unbothered by the mere flames. Their bodies shone with black Spiritual Energy, driving the fire aside as they surged forward.

”Ding!”

The Emperor Seal hovered in the air, trembling lightly. The Primordial Spirits, racing through the fire, were suddenly halted, the black aura around them dispersing greatly.

Carson’s face turned pale; this time he was not facing a single Hollow Void Practitioner’s Primordial Spirit, but a whole group!

Moreover, this group of chilling Primordial Spirits was frighteningly strong, having been subjected to some unknown method by the Immortal.

Another kind of undying Immortal Slaves?

The Water-Fire Mirror hovered in midair, releasing a continuous stream of Fierce Fire mixed with Blood Mist, raining down upon those frozen Primordial Spirits.

”Ding!”

More Primordial Spirits rushed into the fiery sea behind him. Carson infused a burst of pure Spiritual Energy into the Emperor Seal, which trembled strongly again, firmly freezing all the Primordial Spirits in the flames.

”Puff!”

A tremendous psychic shockwave emanated from the Emperor Seal, and blood trickled from the corner of Carson’s mouth.

He gritted his teeth and once more activated the Emperor Seal, causing a third vibration.

”Ding!”

The black aura dissipated completely from the bodies of the Primordial Spirits within the fire, and the Blood Mist swooped in, enveloping them instantly.

They were doomed!

Carson’s spirit relaxed, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. However, just at that moment, with a loud boom, a hole burst open in the ceiling of the grand hall. A figure exuding ghostly aura burst in, and a pair of gloomy eyes locked onto Carson Flores.