The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120: I’ve Been Waiting for You All Day, and You’re Just Coming Now?

The Ghost Tower was immensely powerful, and Carson Flores naturally coveted it.

To desire something 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 moment of peril, it remained motionless and he had to plead miserably, at the mercy 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 assessment of your own strength, leading to misjudgments.

A misjudgment could have terrifying consequences in this survival-of-the-fittest world; most likely, it meant 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 mere 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 extremely proud. How could it submit to someone of merely Divinity Transformation Stage?

The Light Gate didn’t appear as swiftly as before. There were no other changes in the room.

Carson Flores was somewhat 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 meters tall Eight-Armed 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 time slipped by, the earth-shattering battle finally ended.

The shadow dissipated into points of light in the air. Bryant James 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 James healed himself and then stepped into the eighth trial.

The same room, same pen and paper, same soul-searching test, and the same question.

”What is the purpose of your cultivation?”

Confronted with the question flashing on the wall, Bryant James 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 members of the Human Race from peril?”

Bryant James frowned in thought for some time 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 James 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 same moment, 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 James 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 emerging here with Bryant James. Clearly, this was the Artifact Spirit’s manipulation.

Was Bryant James his next rival?

”So that’s who I was waiting for,” Bryant James said with a cold laugh. ”You kept me waiting so long?”

”Waiting?” Bryant James scoffed.

Carson Flores naturally replied, ”Didn’t you answer questions in the last trial?”

Bryant James nodded, ”Yes.”

Carson Flores pressed, ”How long ago did you finish?”

Realizing what Carson Flores implied, Bryant James, 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 James was taken aback. Was this guy really that impressive?

To have completed the previous six trials in less time than himself!

Bryant James 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 James 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?”