CHAPTER 1563: CHAPTER 1563: BATTLE HALL DISCIPLES, DEPART!

Carson Flores’s mind was slightly unsettled.

When parting in the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, the two sat atop a high mountain within the Ghost Tower. She leaned on his shoulder, telling him she would wait for him in the Immortal Realm.

Now facing another farewell, the two sitting shoulder to shoulder, did she just kiss him?

Even though it was just a kiss on the cheek, it clearly went beyond friendship.

Carson Flores carefully chose his words and quietly said, "Fairy..."

Cristopher Hopkins softly replied, "No need to be so formal, just call me Hopkins."

Carson paused, the words he had prepared were swallowed back down.

He didn’t even know how to put it!

She clearly knew he had a wife and had just asked if he would visit them, yet she suddenly did this. Did she not mind at all?

Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

The more you talk about feelings, the messier it gets.

Anyway, neither of them had anything specific, and they were about to part, so let nature take its course.

If she truly needed him, he would definitely help her with all his might.

As for the rest, let’s wait and see.

"Hopkins..."

"Hmm!"

"Take care of yourself. Even if there’s danger, as long as the green hills remain, there’s no fear of running out of firewood."

"Alright!"

Cristopher Hopkins readily agreed, then leaned her head on Carson Flores’s shoulder again, her movements much more natural and gentle than last time.

Carson didn’t say much, letting her lean on him like this, the two of them silently watching the sunset fully dip behind the distant mountains, as the sky gradually darkened.

"It’s getting dark..."

"Hmm, let’s go back."

Cristopher Hopkins sat up, casually replied, pushed off with her hands, and leaped into the air. Suspended in mid-air, she looked at Carson Flores and sweetly smiled.

The two did not chat further, returning to the inn and resting separately.

The next day, the team reached the Domain Gate located in the northern part of the Immortal Domains.

Carson Flores had seen the realm gates in the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, but compared to the mighty domain gate before his eyes, it was like seeing a small witch before a Great Witch.

This domain gate towered thousands of meters high, with a width exceeding a thousand meters, a white light rippling like a white ocean, spanning across the sky and earth.

Standing before the domain gate, Carson Flores asked in awe, "What a majestic sight, where does this domain gate lead to?"

"Blood Martial Continent."

Cristopher Hopkins answered, "The Celestial Palace is on the Heavenly Profound Continent."

Carson Flores nodded; he was aware of where the Celestial Palace was, having read books for several months and being quite knowledgeable about the Thunder Immortal Realm.

After some negotiation, Cristopher Hopkins and the others prepared to set off.

Cristopher Hopkins turned her head, looking at Carson Flores, "I’m leaving now."

Carson Flores smiled freely, "Safe travels."

Cristopher Hopkins pursed her lips, giving Carson Flores a deep look, then turned and walked into the towering domain gate, her figure quickly disappearing.

Ellen Stone, with hands behind her back, stood beside Carson Flores. Watching Cristopher Hopkins and the others leave, she turned her head and smiled, "Mr. Flores, what are your plans next?"

Carson Flores responded with a smile, "I plan to visit the White Crane Immortal Sect and then perhaps walk across other continents."

Ellen Stone nodded, "The Cystal Palace will always welcome you, Mr. Flores. If you encounter any trouble, feel free to come find me."

"Alright, thank you, Senior Ellen."

"We’ll be heading off now. Take care of yourself."

"Of course!"

Carson Flores took another look at the domain gate and then turned to leave.

Cautiously, Carson Flores made his way back to the White Crane Immortal Sect without incident.

Upon entering the White Crane Immortal Sect, Carson immediately sensed something was off. The sky was filled with sect disciples flying around, the atmosphere tense.

What happened?

An enemy invasion?

Outside the mountain gate, there were no signs of external enemies.

Carson casually stopped a hurried disciple, "What’s happening within the sect?"

The disciple recognized Carson at a glance; after all, Carson was currently the most illustrious figure in the entire sect.

"Reporting to Uncle Master, our sect disciples formed teams for training and were ambushed by the Blood Hand Sect, resulting in casualties. The remaining disciples are holding out for support. The Sect Master has sent messages for Battle Hall disciples with Immortal level strength to gather at the plaza to assist the sect’s disciples!"

Carson cleared the path, "Alright, hurry on your way!"

After the disciple left, Carson too turned and headed towards the Sect Main Hall.

Lance Matthews hovered in front of the sect, his face stern with anger in his eyes. Around him stood a row of the sect’s powerhouses, including the Peak Masters, Battle Hall, and Enforcement Hall Master, each with a solemn expression.

Carson flew over, and upon seeing him, Lance Matthews and the others were delighted and greeted him respectfully.

"Young Uncle Master!"

Carson waved his hand, "What’s the situation?"

Lance Matthews straightened up and replied, "Elder Donovan Curry led a team to explore the Towers Dry Desert. It’s said that there’s an artifact appearing there. Soon after, we received reports of disciples’ Eternal Light Lamps extinguishing, followed by Donovan Curry’s distress signal."

"The distress signal explained that they unexpectedly acquired the artifact but were ambushed by the Blood Hand Sect, suffering heavy casualties. Donovan Curry has led the disciples to retreat into the Mad Sand Canyon, relying on the canyon’s harsh terrain to buy time, awaiting our rescue."

Carson didn’t ask further, "I’ll go too."

Lance Matthews did not object. Although this Young Uncle Master’s realm was not high, his combat power was exceptionally strong, capable of defeating Peak Golden Immortals with a single sword strike.

"Alright!"

In the blink of an eye, the plaza was already filled with numerous Immortals, along with other disciples who came upon hearing the news, densely packed.

Lance Matthews didn’t waste words, making a large gesture, "Battle Hall Disciples, move out!"