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Chapter 991: Even if It’s a Dog, It Belongs to an Immortal’s Household

Chapter 991: Chapter 991: Even if It’s a Dog, It Belongs to an Immortal’s Household

The Formation-Breaking Formation had been running constantly, and thus they had been waiting for three days.

The bad news was that the barrier showed no signs of movement, while the good news was that the monster beast horde that had filled the skies was beginning to disperse gradually.

Everyone suddenly became agitated and once again interrogated the captured white-haired old man.

"It’s useless, this formation was created by an Immortal, how could cultivators possibly break it?"

"I can’t do anything either, even if you kill me, I can’t do anything. In fact, I started by telling a lie, strictly speaking, we are not really Immortals, otherwise, how could you possibly have caught us?"

"That Immortal set up the formation to suppress this hand and brought countless souls back to life to serve as guards, but since they lacked sufficient wisdom, he chose us and made a deal with us."

"We were to guard this hand for ten thousand years, and in return, we’d receive the Immortal’s ten thousand years of life. After ten thousand years, he would lead us to the Immortal Realm, allowing us to truly ascend and become true Immortals."

"Right now, you can only consider us Immortal Slaves; otherwise, how could you have had the advantage over us?"

"Forget about breaking the formation, you might as well kill that thought. I advise you to release me quickly and leave at once, otherwise, if that Immortal comes, not one of you will be able to escape. He could crush you just like crushing ants."

The words of the white-haired old man added a few more shades of worry and fear to everyone’s eyes.

Could Immortals really come down?

Tanner Bautista said gravely, "How do you contact the Immortal?"

The white-haired old man replied, "He gave us a talisman, and as soon as the talisman is burned, he will know. Earlier, Franklin Wyatt had already burned the talisman."

The white-haired old man suddenly let out a strange laugh. "Ha ha, if all goes well, soon you will be able to meet him face-to-face. But don’t hold any expectations. Despite all of you being sect leaders, that’s only in the Barbaric Wilderness Realm. In his eyes, you are just as insignificant as ants."

"He is not an ordinary Immortal, let alone you who have not achieved Ascension to become Immortals. Even if you had ascended, you still couldn’t provoke him. Guess how he’s going to deal with a group of people like you who want to destroy his formation and steal away the body of the Immortal he is suppressing?"

Everyone’s complexion changed drastically.

The talisman has already been burned?

Does that mean the powerful Immortal is already aware of what’s happening here, and that he is likely to arrive very soon?

An uneasy mood spread among the people.

The entire cave fell into a somber silence for a moment.

"Why didn’t you say this earlier?"

The white-haired old man let out a strange laugh. "You didn’t ask, and besides, I didn’t really tell a lie—I indeed can’t open this array barrier... "

"He’s stalling for time!"

Tanner Bautista said gravely, "He’s waiting for the Immortal to come."

Everyone glared at the white-haired old man, and some had already started cursing him outright.

The white-haired old man coldly smiled but remained silent.

Although he was captured, he was not afraid.

These people dared not kill him.

Even if he was a slave, a dog, that was still the dog of an Immortal. After all, even when beating a dog, one must consider the owner’s face. Who could bear the consequences if they killed him?

The Immortal might not care about his life or death, but perhaps for the sake of his own face, he might take action. So even if there was only a slight chance, these people did not dare kill him.

Tanner Bautista was silent for a moment before asking in a serious tone, "Although the Immortal Realm is distant, since he is a powerful Immortal and you burned the talisman three days ago, he would have already known. If he could come, shouldn’t he have arrived by now?"

The white-haired old man’s expression subtly changed; this was also what he was worried about in his heart.

The Immortal had once said that without the talisman, he could arrive in an instant, but now three days had passed without any news.

What exactly had happened in the meantime?

Over tens of thousands of years, they had never contacted him nor had they verified it—could the talisman have expired?

Or perhaps, had some incident delayed the Immortal?

Could he not come?

The white-haired old man said coldly, "How could I possibly guess the actions of an Immortal? Anyway, this is what he had arranged."

With such a blatant statement from the white-haired old man, everyone was thrown into uncertainty.

Indeed, how could they possibly guess the thoughts and actions of an Immortal?

A group of leaders gathered again and began discussing in hushed tones.

Carson Flores decided to quietly test his own conjecture.

Having come all this way, he had to give it a try.

Otherwise, wouldn’t that be a wasted journey?

And if trouble really did arise, there were taller trees to take the hit; it wouldn’t come down to him.

After all, he was but a mere Nascent Soul; who would notice him?

The barrier was immense and there were not a few people watching it up close. Carson Flores moved to a secluded corner and silently took out the Water-Fire Mirror.

A spell landed, and the Water-Fire Mirror shone with light as a blaze of fire hit the barrier.

Although someone noticed this action, they paid it no mind. After all, the barrier was right there for everyone to try their own methods. The leaders did not stop it and even encouraged it. Over the past few days, many had tested their own methods; Carson Flores was just another one among them.

The flame touched the barrier and quickly extinguished, seemingly having no effect. But upon closer inspection, one would discover a little blood-colored dot had landed upon the Barrier Light Screen along with the fire...