1120: Chapter 1120: I’ve Been Waiting for You All Day, and You’re Just Coming Now?
1120: Chapter 1120: I’ve Been Waiting for You All Day, and You’re Just Coming Now?
The Ghost Tower was imnsely powerful, and Carson Flores naturally coveted it.
To desire sothing was, in effect, to entertain the notion that whenever he required its power, it would fight for him—an active control, not a situation where at the mont of peril, it remained motionless and he had to plead miserably, at the rcy of the Ghost Tower Spirit’s mood and its willingness to lend a hand.
Carson Flores had already experienced this feeling when he had the Emperor Seal.
It was exhausting!
You never knew if it would take action or not, so you couldn’t count on its combat power.
You had to act as if it didn’t exist.
Yet, it would occasionally give you hope, inadvertently raising your assessnt of your own strength, leading to misjudgnts.
A misjudgnt could have terrifying consequences in this survival-of-the-fittest world; most likely, it ant death.
Carson Flores didn’t believe the Ghost Tower cared about his life or death.
Even after forming a contract, if he died, it would simply find a new Contractor.
For thousands of years, successive generations of Hollow Void Practitioners had perished, yet the Ghost Tower remained, seemingly to persist forever.
Would such an entity over historical epochs care about a re Contractor?
Golden Light flickered on the blank paper as the writing disappeared.
The writing on the wall vanished too, and no new writing appeared.
Was the questioning over?
Had he passed or been eliminated?
Surely eliminated, right?
After all, the spirit of such a potent Spiritual Treasure must be extrely proud.
How could it submit to soone of rely Divinity Transformation Stage?
The Light Gate didn’t appear as swiftly as before.
There were no other changes in the room.
Carson Flores was sowhat puzzled, but he didn’t rush around in a panic.
Instead, he sat down cross-legged, waiting quietly.
His answer might have already angered the Ghost Tower Spirit.
Best to behave—lest it kill him in a fit of rage.
Wouldn’t that be a great loss?
In the great hall, the white-haired woman watched Carson Flores, sitting cross-legged on the screen, her lips curling up slightly at the corners.
Her gaze shifted to another light circle, where the hundreds of ters tall Eight-Ard Arhat was engaged in frenzied combat.
The earth shattered and the landscape collapsed in a cataclysmic scene, awe-inspiring and earth-shattering.
She watched silently.
As ti slipped by, the earth-shattering battle finally ended.
The shadow dissipated into points of light in the air.
Bryant Jas stood up, covered in blood, the Arhat behind him shining with Golden Light, majestically impressive, making him appear like a blood-soaked Demon God.
Bryant Jas healed himself and then stepped into the eighth trial.
The sa room, sa pen and paper, sa soul-searching test, and the sa question.
“What is the purpose of your cultivation?”
Confronted with the question flashing on the wall, Bryant Jas hesitated for a long while before writing.
His writing was strong and vigorous, as though dragons and phoenixes were dancing.
“To walk the Immortal Path and attain eternal life.”
The second question.
“With your Innate Taoist Body, your future is boundless.
Faced with a massive life-or-death crisis of the Human Race, would you sacrifice yourself to save the countless mbers of the Human Race from peril?”
Bryant Jas frowned in thought for so ti before he began to write.
“I am unwilling.
I shall only do my best without guilt in my heart.”
The third question.
“…Which kind of contract are you willing to accept, and give your reasons.”
Bryant Jas barely hesitated, taking up the pen to write.
“Either a servitude contract or a friendship contract.”
“Reason: As friends on the Immortal Path, we support each other on the journey.”
A Light Gate appeared.
At the sa mont, a Light Gate also appeared in front of the cross-legged Carson Flores.
Carson Flores stood and stepped through the Light Gate.
Once he took a step, he found himself standing atop a mountain peak, and opposite him, Bryant Jas similarly materialized out of nowhere.
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere between them grew strangely tense and awkward.
Carson Flores’ gaze was peculiar.
After waiting so long in that room, he found himself erging here with Bryant Jas.
Clearly, this was the Artifact Spirit’s manipulation.
Was Bryant Jas his next rival?
“So that’s who I was waiting for,” Bryant Jas said with a cold laugh.
“You kept waiting so long?”
“Waiting?” Bryant Jas scoffed.
Carson Flores naturally replied, “Didn’t you answer questions in the last trial?”
Bryant Jas nodded, “Yes.”
Carson Flores pressed, “How long ago did you finish?”
Realizing what Carson Flores implied, Bryant Jas, monitored by the Artifact Spirit, had no choice but to answer truthfully, “Just finished.”
Carson Flores smiled and said, “After I finished answering, I nearly waited a day before that door appeared.
So, am I not waiting for you?”
Bryant Jas was taken aback.
Was this guy really that impressive?
To have completed the previous six trials in less ti than himself!
Bryant Jas inquired, “Did you also battle your own shadow?”
Carson Flores grinned, “What else?
After I finished fighting, I really wanted to see two Arhats clashing, but alas, I couldn’t.
All I could do was wait there for you…”
Bryant Jas was at a loss for words and could only comfort himself, thinking that Carson’s shadow must have been weaker, making it easier to defeat.
Besides, what did it matter if he was late?
What mattered was now.
His gaze turned toward the giant palace above, and he said solemnly, “Perhaps that palace is the endpoint of this trial?”
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