The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Carson Flores floated in mid-air, pointing a single hand towards the empty space ahead.

Red blood aura rose from Carson’s body, entwining and sweeping towards his fingertips.

Amidst the dancing red aura, a finger appeared first, facing Carson’s finger.

The blood-red aura swirled around the finger, which grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A hand, an arm, then a torso; the blood-red aura divided into several directions at the torso, extending towards the head, two legs, and another arm.

In the blink of an eye, a brand new Carson appeared, but he was completely bare, illuminated by a hazy golden light that made his silhouette look vague and unclear.

The Incarnation Carson’s aura was much weaker, lacking the Sword Bone and Phenomenon Seed, just an ordinary Immortal.

Varric Combs watched the scene with wide eyes, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

The golden light covering the Incarnation Carson naturally couldn’t block the observation of a Quasi-Saint like Varric Combs, who effortlessly saw everything.

”Every time you cast this Incarnation, do you have to find a place to hide? Otherwise, aren’t you completely naked?”

To minimize unnecessary risks, Lucas White, Niall Sinclair, and Ilvarion Arnold entered the Palace of Seven Beauties.

Varric Combs didn’t claim the right to hold the Palace of Seven Beauties just because his strength was higher, and he even refused Carson’s offer to hand it over for safekeeping, indirectly stating that he wouldn’t let Carson get into trouble.

His disciple was still inside the Palace of Seven Beauties; if something happened to Carson, wouldn’t Lucas White also suffer?

So even if not for Carson’s sake, for Lucas White, he would protect Carson well.

Since Niall Sinclair was not present, Carson didn’t have to worry about clothing his Incarnation; a casual golden light cover would suffice, as these Incarnations were meant to be expendable.

”I have studied here for quite a while; the space here moves irregularly, but it doesn’t change constantly. Instead, it changes once a day, so when the sun sets and the world turns completely dark, we must cease all movement, rest on the spot, and resume when daylight returns.”

”Alright!”

Carson agreed, muttering, ”The day and night here feel almost the same...”

The Saint of Thieves chuckled, ”What can we do? This is the West Prison. Generations of people here have lived like this; if anyone should complain, it should be them.”

Carson sighed, ”I’ve been in the West Prison for so long, I gradually understand them. If it were me living here, I’d also envy and resent those Foreign Immortal Cultivators living in the light.”

The Saint of Thieves replied, ”To cross the Domain Boundary, one must attain power beyond that of an Immortal. Otherwise, the Domain Gate will tear you to shreds. That means to leave West Prison, you must surpass the level of an Immortal, which ensures that the vast majority of people here will live their entire lives in West Prison, unable to leave.”

”Even if someone surpasses an Immortal, they might still face exclusion elsewhere, struggling to make a name for themselves. So many cultivators, even if they do manage to leave, often return to West Prison.”

Carson nodded in silence, ”This is their homeland, no matter how harsh the environment, it is home, with shared roots and kin.”

”Yes!”

Varric Combs sighed, ”The Immortal Path is a lonely road, yet for someone from West Prison to rise in Eastern Radiance is not easy; it might actually be tougher than staying in West Prison.”

Carson understood the situation: no matter how miraculous you are in West Prison, or how formidable your background is, once you leave for Eastern Radiance, North Sea, or Southern Wilderness to compete with them, can you really come out on top?

Forget defying heaven; if you’re not careful, you might lose your life.

Carson collected his thoughts and asked, ”Which direction should we head?”

Varric Combs took out an old-fashioned compass, tapped a finger on it, causing the needle to move, rotating a few times before pointing to a direction.

Varric Combs explained, ”This area is filled with chaotic streams and winding paths, causing disorientation; the space streams also make common directional magical treasures or spells useless. This compass is called the Soul Calming Compass, utilizing an extremely special spatial positioning method to continually guide our way.”

”As long as we avoid chaotic streams and aren’t exiled to an Otherworldly Space, it should lead us toward the central area until we find our target.”

”In the Space Land of Chaotic Streams, everything is in disarray. Once entered, everything you see might be false, reversed, chaotic. Without such a tool, you’d be like a headless fly, bumping around until a dead end.”

The Incarnation Carson glanced at the pointer, ”This way, right? Alright, I’m heading off.”

Seeing the Incarnation Carson about to dart away, Varric Combs quickly called out, ”Don’t run! For heaven’s sake, don’t use your movement technique, or you’ll find yourself in a Land of Chaotic Streams in the blink of an eye and vanish completely. Just walk, at a normal human walking pace, and we’ll follow behind you...”