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Carson Flores’s eyes lit up slightly, a smile appearing on his face.

Samir Coffey was comprehending the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique, and just then, Garlan Parrish suddenly spoke these words. Wasn’t this implying that both he and Samir Coffey should comprehend the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique together?

Carson Flores had previously discussed this matter with Garlan Parrish, who had firmly declared that only disciples of the Sect could practice the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique. Now, Carson Flores had single-handedly saved the entire Illusory Snake Sect, a great act of kindness.

If not for Carson Flores’s efforts today, the Illusory Snake Sect would have become history, and the Giant Sand Demon Snake Atlas and the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique would have inevitably fallen into Wyrella Holt’s hands.

Under such circumstances, letting Carson Flores practice the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique seemed like a trivial matter.

This was the only thing Carson Flores needed, and also the only way for Garlan Parrish to repay him.

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

After thanking, Carson Flores asked, "What are your plans, Sect Master?"

Garlan Parrish gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment: "This place is located deep in the uninhabited mountains, extremely hidden. I’m heavily injured, and it might take at least a hundred and eighty years to recover. The Illusory Snake Sect has few disciples, so we’ll temporarily stay hidden here."

After a pause, Garlan Parrish sighed: "If the Illusory Snake Sect had been destroyed today and I managed to escape, I would fight to the death with Wyrella Holt for years to come. But now, thanks to your rescue, the Illusory Snake Sect has survived, and for the Sect’s sake, I can only endure."

"We’ll stay hidden here for a while, and then assess the situation. If it becomes dire, I’ll consider leaving the Southern Wilderness, heading towards Eastern Radiance or the North Sea, or even other Immortal Domains. In any case, preserving the Illusory Snake Sect is the top priority."

"The Illusory Snake Sect has existed since ancient times and has dwindled under my leadership, showing my incompetence as Sect Master. I’m unable to revitalize the Sect, so I must focus on its legacy for the future. I can’t let the Illusory Snake Sect be destroyed under my watch."

Carson Flores nodded, expressing understanding.

If an Ancient Immortal Sect were to be cut off, as Sect Master, one would naturally feel immense guilt.

Today, when the Illusory Snake Sect reached a dead end, Carson Flores pulled them from the Abyss and gave the Sect a second chance at life.

"It’s good the Sect Master thinks this way. We can’t afford to provoke them, so there’s no need for a futile struggle."

Garlan Parrish stared at Carson Flores, speaking seriously: "The Illusory Snake Sect survived thanks to Fellow Flores. If you ever need anything, please let us know, and the Illusory Snake Sect will do its utmost."

Carson Flores grinned: "You’re too kind, Sect Master. You focus on recovering, and I won’t bother you further."

Carson Flores left the crowd, Samir Coffey followed closely, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"I heard you saved the entire Sect from a group of Peak Great Land True Immortals. How did you do it?"

Carson Flores smiled: "I initially planned to create a diversion and rescue you and Sect Master Parrish, but Wyrella Holt’s entourage were all unfamiliar faces. Surprisingly, they didn’t recognize me, so I pretended to be a Quasi-Saint to deceive them, and they actually fell for it. Honestly, I was surprised myself."

Samir Coffey was dumbfounded: "With your strength, how can you impersonate a Quasi-Saint? Wouldn’t any Barbarian Tribe easily expose you?"

"Exactly."

Reflecting on the past scene, Carson Flores couldn’t help but smile: "But they were well aware of a Quasi-Saint’s might, hence revered me more. Additionally, the subtle rescue of Sect Master Parrish from right under their noses was merely a trick, yet they mistook it for my extraordinary skill, frightening themselves."

Samir Coffey laughed: "Anyway, everyone is safe and sound now, which is good. Was Sect Master’s intent for you and me to comprehend the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique together?"

Carson Flores nodded: "Yes."

Samir Coffey chuckled: "Great, you didn’t come here in vain; you got what you wanted."

Carson Flores turned to look at Samir Coffey: "The Illusory Snake Sect is about to go into seclusion. Once we finish practicing the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique, shall we proceed with the Soul Separation Technique?"

Samir Coffey agreed readily: "Alright, as you wish!"

Carson Flores felt relieved. He had specifically come to the Southern Wilderness to find Samir Coffey, even though it was quite an ordeal and resulted in deadly enmity with the Barbarian King’s grandson. But regardless, the goal was achieved.

He could save his father and also received the opportunity to practice the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique. Once successful, he’d only be one metal attribute technique short for his Five Elements Path Crystal.

"Let’s begin then."

"Alright!"

This hidden place serves as the Illusory Snake Sect’s backup refuge. Though very basic, the location was chosen well.

The Illusory Snake Sect collectively worked on simple improvements, setting up a considerable amount of Sect buildings, faintly capturing the Immortal Sect’s charm.

Carson Flores and Samir Coffey entered the formation’s closed area and began focusing on comprehending the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique.

At the same time, the Barbarian King Palace was in turmoil...