"Heading to the West Prison, I don’t know how long it will take. Let go ho and say goodbye first. It won’t take much ti."
"Alright!"
Carson Flores and Cassiane Sinclair sat casually on the chairs, with the Flying Boat below them cutting through the sky like lightning.
Since the Dark Ancestral Dragon started following Carson Flores, it hadn’t intervened often, but its few interventions were crucial.
Without the Dark Ancestral Dragon, Carson would not have been able to resist the invasion of the Three Saints Sect in the Thunder Immortal Realm, nor kill Tatum Howard in the Secret Realm and save Ben Singleton.
The Dark Ancestral Dragon had advanced to Great Land Immortal and promised Carson it would intervene without restrictions. However, Carson had been following high-level figures closely, giving the dragon no opportunity to act.
Now, Carson had also advanced to Great Land Immortal, with combat power probably exceeding that of the Dark Ancestral Dragon, making its assistance almost unnecessary. But since he promised to help sever the bond between the dragon and the Ancestor Dragon and restore its freedom, he must fulfill that promise.
Since arriving at the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, Carson had been busy with various affairs. Now finally idle and having reached the Great Land Immortal Realm in strength, he planned to take a trip to the West Prison.
West Prison, Darkfire City Master Anderson Garner, Fenshen Sword.
This sword can sever the Life Imprint and even break the connection with the Heavenly Dao. By borrowing this sword, the bond between the Dark Ancestral Dragon and the Ancestor Dragon can be severed thoroughly, freeing them from the grips of the Heavenly Dao.
Besides the matter of the Dark Ancestral Dragon, Carson also planned to approach the Soul Spirit Association to see if they truly had the ability for Soul Separation.
His ntor, Floating Cloud, had taught Carson the Bloodline Traction Technique and once used Carson’s blood to perform it. At that ti, the Bloodline Traction Technique pointed vaguely southward, and if that person were truly Samir Coffey, they were likely in Eastern Radiance or the Southern Wilderness.
Carson’s current strength in deploying the Bloodline Traction Technique might not be enough to search an entire domain, but the sensing range was still significant. By searching repeatedly heading south, as long as the person remained in the south, Carson would eventually find them.
Carson was in no hurry to search for the other party. Samir was extrely cautious and exceptionally shrewd. During the battle at the Heavenly Demon Palace, seeing an unfavorable situation, he had escaped early, giving Carson no chance to capture him. Therefore, before preparing everything, Carson wasn’t planning to search for him, to avoid alerting him.
When everything was ready, Carson would quietly seek out Samir, find a way to overpower him, complete the Soul Separation, and leave him no chance to backtrack.
Carson had never thought of killing Samir. If not for Samir, Westin Flores might have long beco a dry bone. In that sense, Samir had saved Westin’s life.
First, check out the West Prison.
After several days of travel, as Carson and Cassiane chatted leisurely, a golden figure streaked across the sky like a teor, appearing in front of the Flying Boat, blocking Carson’s path.
The Flying Boat suddenly halted.
Blocking the Flying Boat were two people, an old man with white hair and a young man, both with cold and arrogant expressions.
Carson cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoists, stopping us here, is there sothing you need?"
The young man’s cold gaze swept over Carson, then landed on Cassiane, his eyes suddenly filled with surprise.
Cassiane and Carson were hurrying along, just the two of them on the Flying Boat. Cassiane, not hiding her appearance, watched the young man’s eyes light up suddenly, and she frowned. Her chest glowed, mist gathered, and her face transford, changing instantly to an ordinary appearance.
Only then did the young man return to his senses, though his eyes still carried traces of astonishnt. He steadied himself, regaining his aloof deanor, and said coldly, "Are you Carson Flores, disciple of the Dragon Mountain Sect’s Floating Cloud?"
Carson raised an eyebrow slightly; the attitude was a bit arrogant.
Not coming with good intentions?
The other party had called him by na, clearly prepared, so Carson admitted frankly, "It’s . And you are?"
The young man said proudly, "Shadow Gate, third disciple under the Sect Leader, Ezra Roth."
Shadow Gate?
Never heard of it.
Carson looked slightly puzzled and turned to Cassiane.
I haven’t been here long. You’re a local of the North Sea, have you heard of it?
Cassiane slowly shook her head.
Their unspoken exchange made Ezra’s face instantly darken.
Clearly, neither of them knew about the Shadow Gate, let alone recognized him.
Putting on airs but it backfired.
Ezra said coldly, "You might not know the Shadow Gate, but you must have heard of the Separation Sea Sect, right?"
Carson nodded, "Separation Sea Sect, one of the Twelve Immortal Gates of the Myriad Immortals Palace, renowned and formidable, who doesn’t know it?"
Carson not only knew the Spirit-Separation Sect but had seen the Separation Sea Sect’s Supre Elder Zauren in person. He should still be toiling under Thyris Lucerne, right?
Ezra arrogantly stated, "My master, the Sect Leader of the Shadow Gate, Quelorn Stormwind, is also Lord Quelorn of the Separation Sea Sect..."
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