1109: Chapter 1109: The Lucky One Who Crawled Out of the Underworld?
1109: Chapter 1109: The Lucky One Who Crawled Out of the Underworld?
Western Capital.
Carson Flores shut the door, looked around, and called out softly, “Fairy?”
“Here.”
Carson let out a sigh of relief, sat down on the chair, and smiled, “Fairy, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.
I’ll tell you everything I know.”
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal asked, “You come from the Mortal Realm, yet you have become the Human Emperor at such a young age.
I am very curious about you, tell me about your experiences.”
Carson hadn’t expected her first concern to be about himself, and he laughed, “Well, to start with that, I have to go back to my father…”
Carson recounted all his experiences, even the fact that his father was now the Demon Emperor.
After all, Cristopher Hopkins Immortal was someone high above in the Immortal Realm; though his own matters were secretive, they were trivial to her.
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal said softly, “It seems you truly are someone fated for me.
In such a short time, you’ve already found two parts of my body, including the head that fell into the Mortal Realm.
If not for your actions this time, I’m not sure how much longer I would have had to wait to see the light of day again.”
Carson chuckled, “We’re helping each other out.
Your hand really helped me a great deal.
If it hadn’t intervened, I would have died in the Eternal Tombfield, or otherwise by the hands of the Demon Ancestor…”
Speaking of the Demon Ancestor, Carson couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Fairy, I’ve heard from others that figures like the Demon Ancestor are great witches from ancient times, and these great witches gain their power by communicating with deities.
Does ‘deities’ refer to immortals like you?”
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal answered, “Yes, in the ancient times, the Barbarian Wilderness Realm was genuinely wild, and the Human Race simply couldn’t contend with the fierce Demon Race.
Thus, some kind-hearted immortals imparted Pact Laws to humans.
Those with talent were able to successfully form pacts with immortals, gaining the power to borrow from immortal projections and became what you call great witches.”
“As the number of great witches increased, communication between the Human Race and the Immortal Realm grew frequent, and the development of the Human Race progressed smoothly.
As their numbers grew, the Immortal Realm eventually transmitted the pure Cultivation Laws, and that led to the great rise of the Human Race and their coexistence with the Demon Race in this world.”
Carson suddenly realized, “So, the Barbarian Wilderness Realm developed bit by bit right under the eyes of the Immortal Realm, right?”
“Yes.”
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal continued, “The Immortal Realm is vast and boundless, existing for an untold number of years, and who knows how many Lower Realms there are—Barbarian Wilderness Realm is just one of them.”
Carson’s eyes widened in shock.
The Barbarian Wilderness Realm is just one among countless Lower Realms of the Immortal Realm?
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal probably understood Carson’s amazement, and spoke calmly, “Isn’t the Barbarian Wilderness Realm also filled with independent Secret Realms of varying sizes?
To you, these Secret Realms are in some sense Lower Realms too, right?
You hold dominion over them and regard them as your resource collecting grounds, it’s just that there are no humans living in them.”
Carson blinked, that did seem to be the case.
The history of the Mortal Realm spans only a few thousand years, the Barbarian Wilderness Realm tens of thousands of years, and the Immortal Realm an unknown number of years—truly a continuous ascension of levels.
What did that make him?
A lucky one who crawled out from the bottom realm?
And those in the Barbarian Wilderness Realm who diligently cultivated, aspiring to Ascend and become Immortal, what were they?
Kois trying to leap over the dragon gate?
“You said that place called the Sea of Annihilation might have part of my body?”
Carson nodded, “Because there are Immortal Slaves there, so I suspect it might.”
“Then let’s go and see.”
“Alright!”
Carson Flores looked around, “Fairy, are you going to stay invisible like this?”
“Would you not be scared if I, just a head, was facing you?”
Carson laughed, “I’ve killed I don’t know how many people, why would I be scared of a head?
Besides, you’re so beautiful.
I just find it a bit weird talking to thin air, that’s all.”
The air wavered slightly, and a light shadow appeared in front of Carson, emitting a faint white glow, somewhat indistinct, but he could roughly make out the face—it was Cristopher Hopkins Immortal.
Although only a hazy light shadow, it was still clear that Cristopher Hopkins Immortal was very beautiful, with the aura of a fairy, her demeanor noble and extraordinary.
“Is this better now?”
Carson smiled, “Good, good, this feels much more comfortable.
Is this your Primordial Spirit?”
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal replied, “Not the actual Primordial Spirit; it’s a Primordial Spirit Projection.”
“Oh!”
Carson asked curiously, “Your hand holds such strong Combat Power, and the head is where the Primordial Spirit resides, so that should be stronger, right?”
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal answered, “Yes, that’s right.
But having been sealed for ten thousand years, my condition is not good, and I can’t exert much strength.
Plus, like the hand, I am restricted by the problem of supplying Spiritual Energy.
If you find my body, Combat Power will recover a lot.”
Carson smiled bitterly, “Right now, I have no idea where the other parts of your body are…
just have to rely on luck…”
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal smiled faintly, “There’s plenty of time, I’m not in a hurry, as long as that woman doesn’t find me for the time being.”
Carson nodded, “Don’t worry, now that they know your hand is with me, counting myself, that makes three, oh, four people…”