Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 296: Chapter 294: The Cultivation World’s Disaster Day (2)

Beneath a blood-red sky,

Jocelyn Grant, clad in black, was shrouded in a bloody mist, looking utterly dangerous. When she spoke, her voice echoed throughout the entire Cultivation World.

"All who oppose me deserve to die."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Celeste and Javier Sinclair. She raised a hand slightly, pointing at them. "You... and you." Then her eyes swept over the other Cultivators in the Cultivation World. "And all of you, as well as this entire Cultivation World, should not exist." Her final words were loud and outrageously arrogant.

She did not like the world as it was now. Not one bit.

At that moment, Jocelyn Grant’s figure hovered in the air.

Her nihilistic, arrogant expression was seen by all the powers of both the Immortal and Demonic Paths.

Everyone in the Cultivation World could also sense the terrifying, world-ending power emanating from her. This power was incredibly dangerous; if unleashed, it would be utterly devastating to the Cultivation World.

Many in the Cultivation World were familiar with Jocelyn Grant’s face. After all, the wanted posters from before had given them a thorough introduction. Furthermore, the Azure Sky Sect and the Primal Heaven Sect, two of the Seven Great Celestial Sects, were both Sects that Jocelyn Grant had previously tormented. Their impression of her was so profound that they would find it hard to forget even if they tried.

The Sect Leader and elders of the Azure Sky Sect, in particular, felt like they needed a Strong Heart-saving Pill the moment they saw her.

It would be one thing if the person who appeared was truly Jocelyn Grant, but this was clearly not the real Jocelyn Grant.

They knew full well what the real Jocelyn Grant was capable of. It was impossible for her to have gained such terrifying strength in such a short amount of time. The being before them must have seized control of Jocelyn Grant’s body through possession.

So, who was this person? Or rather, what was it?

Although the various powers of the Immortal and Demonic Paths in the Cultivation World were not gathered together, instead clustered in their own territories, they all saw the same scene when they looked up at the sky. This was what the World’s Will, Jocelyn Grant, wanted them to see.

Just then, an elder from the Azure Sky Sect stepped forward. He looked up slightly at the sky and said, "I recognize Jocelyn Grant. You are not her. What in the world are you?"

The aura on Jocelyn Grant was strange. The entity within her body was not a Primordial Spirit, nor did it have any fluctuation of a Divine Soul. This thing was not within the six paths of reincarnation, nor was it among the five elements. It was some kind of ethereal, unknown entity—something they had never seen before.

Everyone guessed it might be some demonic entity from beyond their domain. After all, they knew this Cultivation World was not the only one in existence. The expanse beyond the Cultivation World was vast. It was only natural that some things were unknown to them. ƒrēewebnovel.com

Hearing this, the current Jocelyn Grant extended a hand, tapped her wrist lightly, and giggled. Her gaze swept casually over the people of the Cultivation World.

"Jocelyn Grant? HAHAHA! Of course I’m not that useless piece of trash." At this, her laughter stopped abruptly, and she said coldly, "Don’t mention that waste of space to me. It pisses me off just thinking about her. That good-for-nothing Jocelyn Grant, more of a hindrance than a help, actually thought she could borrow my power. Ha! How naive. There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, you idiot. I was just worrying about not having a suitable body, and she served herself up on a platter. As for her, she’s already been devoured by me."

Hearing this,

「Over at the Bloodfiend Den.」

Celeste Grant was stunned for a moment.

’That’s rather surprising.’

’But is she really dead?’

’So easily?’

’It was so difficult for me to kill her back then.’

So, was Jocelyn Grant really dead?

Celeste Grant thought of Jocelyn Grant’s mother.

Her mother was said to have come from some Cultivator Noble House.

But could there really be things in the Cultivation World that she, Celeste, didn’t know about? She had never heard of such a person. This new development only confirmed her suspicions.

’If Jocelyn Grant were truly dead, her mother would have surely appeared upon hearing this, assuming she was still in the Cultivation World. But she didn’t, which means there’s only one possibility. Either Jocelyn Grant isn’t dead at all... or her mother isn’t from this world at all.’ Of the two, Celeste Grant was more inclined to believe her mother was not from this Lower Realm.

’Then she must be from the Upper Realm.’

’The legendary Immortal Domain?’

’If so, wouldn’t Jocelyn Grant’s mother have left her some kind of last resort? So whether Jocelyn Grant is dead or not is still an open question.’

But that wasn’t important now. She knew Jocelyn Grant was, for all intents and purposes, dead at present. The most important thing was to deal with the trouble right in front of them.

This World’s Will from the book, this fake Heavenly Dao, had always seemed useless to her before—the very image of a weakling.

So, this fake Heavenly Dao had been constrained by rules before, making it seem weak. But now, this World’s Will had broken through those limitations and become a menace.

At that moment, countless Demon Cultivators were gathered in the square outside the Bloodfiend Den, led by Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant. All of them were looking up at the sky in unison.

The entity’s arrogant voice continued to ring clearly in everyone’s ears.

"As for who I am? I don’t mind telling you. Even if you’re going to die, you should at least die knowing who killed you. You deserve to know who I am."

She was sick of the days when no one even knew she existed.

At this thought, she began to speak. "When this Cultivation World was first born, it was merely a world within a book—what you would call a storybook world. And I am this world’s Will. I am your god. You were all supposed to listen to me, to live out your lives according to my will like paper dolls. But... somehow, this book world was granted the power of new life. This storybook world became a real Cultivation World."

"And because of that, you all became disobedient. You stopped following the plot’s development. I tried countless times to mend the plot and get it back on track, but my efforts were thwarted every single time. So I’m done fixing this hopelessly broken plot! Just die, all of you! You betrayed me. This world even gave birth to a new Heavenly Dao. The world itself betrayed me. Since you don’t want me, I don’t want you either!"

The World’s Will, wearing Jocelyn Grant’s skin, grew more and more furious as she spoke.

"I understand the principle of first come, first served. I am the core of this world! On what grounds can a new Heavenly Dao snatch away the position that was originally mine? You all only acknowledge the existence of the Heavenly Dao, but you don’t even know that I exist! I won’t accept it... I won’t! But it doesn’t matter now. Look, I’ve found myself a body and even escaped the rules that used to box me in. My best days are still ahead of me."

Everyone in the Cultivation World heard her words. Their faces showed surprise and shock, but more than anything, anger.

Others were simply curious. Was the world they lived in truly just a world in a book once?

Was it really that absurd?

At that moment, back at the Bloodfiend Den, the elders standing beside Celeste Grant and the others perked up.

Elder Lawson said, "Is she for real? Our Cultivation World was once a world in a book?"