Chapter 1789: Chapter 1789: Primordial Spirit Transformation, Golden Battle Soul
“Since Chandler Flores came back with our disciples, it shows that the Celestial Palace doesn’t know our Sect’s location…”
Emerson Gross’s eyes gleamed, “This Special Envoy followed us alone. If we kill him, no one will know where we are.”
Luke Roth agreed, “I agree. We hide here precisely for secrecy. If the Celestial Palace discovers us, it will be an endless trouble. This person must die!”
Elian Eaton nodded, “I agree, the Celestial Palace is full of powerful figures. If we refuse him, he might return with many strong ones to suppress us, and we wouldn’t be able to resist at all.”
“If he has gathered some information and comes here to probe, then we definitely cannot let him leave alive.”
“Support!”
“Kill!”
“We must ensure our Sect remains hidden; otherwise, we have no safety to speak of!”
“Kill him, and then set up a Wild Wind Formation around the area, changing the surrounding landscape completely. Everything around will be hidden under the yellow sands. Who could find us in the desert?”
The crowd all expressed their statements, unanimously agreeing to eliminate Carson Flores to prevent the Sect’s location from being exposed.
As for changing the landscape, that is an old trick of the Spirit-Separation Sect.
Dunes stretch across the desert, under the Storm, everything can change overnight with no reference points.
No matter who it is, without specific markers, how could they find the Spirit-Separation Sect amidst the vast yellow sands?
The Spirit-Separation Sect has maintained its mystery through such means, making people aware they are in the Gilded Sands Desert but still unable to trace them.
Carson Flores naturally had no idea he had arrived at such an unfortunate time and was directly regarded as a spy from the Celestial Palace. The Spirit-Separation Sect had decided unanimously to kill him.
For the past few days, Carson Flores had nothing to do, so he wandered around the city.
The hierarchy of the Spirit-Separation Sect was already determined to kill him, yet they imposed little restriction on him. Except for the guarded testing center which he couldn’t access, he could freely move in other areas.
While wandering, Carson Flores came to the Formation’s weak spot mentioned by the escaped slave and unexpectedly found that this Formation was thin. Due to its extremely remote location, ordinarily, no one would come to this corner, so the loophole in this Formation had not yet been patched.
Carson Flores silently retreated without alerting anyone.
Going deep into the Spirit-Separation Sect and being in their stronghold, Carson Flores still retained some wariness of the Sect due to what the man had mentioned about their deeds.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye; that day, Elian Eaton left the Sect early.
By noon, Elian Eaton returned, accompanied by a tall man whose head was covered with a black hood, which hid his face down to his neck.
Elian Eaton supported the man’s arm and led him directly into the passage, finally arriving in the Underground City.
Elian Eaton removed the man’s hood and made a polite bow, “Mr. Simmons, please forgive us for any offense.”
The tall, lean man smiled slightly, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since we are cooperating, I naturally have to respect your methods and follow your requirements.”
“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Simmons. Please, the Sect Master has been waiting for some time!”
“Please!”
Elian Eaton led Mr. Simmons all the way to the grand hall where Emerson Gross and others awaited.
After some lively and cordial pleasantries, both parties began to discuss the main topic.
“Sect Master Gao, regarding the hundred Golden Immortal War Souls I ordered from your side, are they ready to be delivered?”
Emerson Gross smiled, “It’s long been completed, just waiting for you to collect them!”
Mr. Simmons said joyfully, “May I have the privilege of witnessing them?”
“Of course.”
Emerson Gross turned his head and nodded at Luke Roth. Luke Roth took out a Jade Gourd and opened its stopper.
A golden Primordial Spirit flew out from the Jade Gourd; it was a middle-aged man with a blank expression, his entire body radiating golden light with a formidable aura.
Luke Roth cast a spell into the Jade Gourd, and the Gourd emitted light. The middle-aged man’s face suddenly showed a painful expression, as if he was enduring some heart-piercing pain.
Luke Roth pointed at Elian Eaton, “Kill him!”
The middle-aged man instantly burst forth, attacking Elian Eaton, but Elian Eaton easily blocked it.
The middle-aged man launched an insane attack with seven or eight moves, and Luke Roth shouted, “Stop! Return!”
The middle-aged man immediately stopped attacking, returned in an instant to the Jade Gourd, and re-entered it.
Luke Roth replaced the stopper, raised the Jade Gourd in his hand, and smiled, “Each Jade Gourd contains a Golden Immortal War Soul, protected by the Formation inside the Jade Gourd, ensuring the Golden Immortal War Soul’s continued existence without perishment.”
“They don’t feel pain or fear of death. At your command, they can fight for you to the end, or you can order them to self-destruct. But one thing to note: the Jade Gourd must not be shattered. If the Jade Gourd breaks, the Golden Immortal War Soul will lose its binding and no longer obey the owner’s commands.”
Luke Roth wore a proud expression, “The War Souls we produce have combat power no less than when they were alive. Moreover, regardless of the opponent’s strength, we can modify them— even Heavenly Immortals can be transformed into War Souls that only obey their master’s orders!”