Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 298: Chapter 296: Immortal and Indestructible, Then What About This? (Part 1)

Jocelyn Grant’s wild laughter echoed from the heavens.

"Kill me? Hahaha! You’re all so ignorant. Not even the Heavenly Dao can erase my existence, yet you think you can kill me? You truly don’t know your own limits."

"Today, I will show you my true power."

As she spoke, she raised a hand. A terrifying pressure radiated from her—a power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. "I’m going to exterminate all you disobedient ants," she declared.

The pressure was immense.

The cultivators of both the Immortal and Demonic Paths felt their Divine Souls tremble and a sharp pain pierce their chests. Those with lower cultivation immediately vomited blood. ’What is this power? It feels like it could kill us in an instant. When did such a terrifying being appear in the Cultivation World? How were we so completely unaware?’ ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Hahaha..."

"This is what happens when you oppose me. Now, die!"

With a wave of her hand, a terrifyingly powerful force swept across the entire Cultivation World.

Just as the cultivators thought they were about to die, a chill ran down their spines. Simultaneously, another terrifying power rose to meet the first. The two forces collided and, in an instant, neutralized each other.

The cultivators who had been on the verge of annihilation were saved. However, this sudden power was so immense that those who couldn’t react in time were caught in the aftershock, sent flying backward, and coughed up blood. The pain was excruciating, but at least they were alive.

’Who made that move?’

As they wondered, a voice slowly drifted toward them.

"Irritating."

It was the Blood-Venerate of the Demonic Sects!

’That Demon... he actually saved people?’

「Outside the main hall of the Bloodfiend Den.」

Javier Sinclair calmly raised his eyes. "I don’t care who you kill or what you do," he said evenly. "But you are disturbing my peaceful life." He was quite content with his life, and he would not spare anyone who threatened his tranquility.

As he spoke, Javier Sinclair’s Divine Sense locked onto the World’s Will that was occupying Jocelyn Grant’s body.

"In all my years of cultivation, I’ve never had to truly make a move. You’ll be the first. I’m going to rip you out of that body and see just what you are."

He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were blood-red.

The moment Javier Sinclair raised his hand, the winds howled and the clouds churned. The sky, once filled with a blood-colored mist, was now slowly being devoured by a boundless tide of Demonic Qi. It was as if the heavens over the entire Cultivation World had suddenly gone dark.

The sight was no better than the crimson sun that had hung in the sky earlier; in fact, it felt even more menacing. This scene was so ominous it could have marked the birth of a primeval demon.

Celeste Grant looked up at the sky. ’So this is the sight of a Demon’s advent? Now *this* is the grand spectacle our side deserves.’

’My child’s father, you never cease to amaze me.’

Upon seeing this, the faces of everyone in the Immortal Sects turned pale.

’One was enough to signal a catastrophe, and now there’s another? The Cultivation World is truly about to be overturned.’

Under such immense pressure, the cultivators of the Immortal and Demonic Paths felt their own cultivation being completely suppressed.

Voices cried out from all across the Cultivation World.

"This... this pressure is terrifying."

"I feel like I’m going to die."

"What... what is this power?"

Someone shouted a reminder.

"Look to the sky!" freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"That’s the Demon, Javier Sinclair..."

At that moment, Javier Sinclair’s figure materialized in the sky.

He stood suspended in mid-air, wreathed in black and red Demonic Qi. His eyes were blood-red, his expression cold and detached, all traces of his former gentleness gone. His face was devilishly handsome as the wind whipped at his sleeves and sent his long hair fluttering.

The moment he appeared, shock rippled through every power in the Cultivation World. ’Javier Sinclair is this strong? Can a cultivator at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage even possess such a terrifying aura? Anyone who didn’t know better would think the Demon God himself had descended!’

They had often called Javier Sinclair ’The Archfiend.’ Nicknames like Old Fiend Sinclair and ’Demon’ were common, but they had never truly witnessed power on this scale. Now, their eyes were truly opened.

’Excellent.’

’He truly is the leader of the Demonic Sects. That power is horrifying. We’d be turned to ash in an instant before such might.’

The World’s Will, still occupying Jocelyn Grant’s body, stared in utter disbelief. Her eyes were fixed on Javier Sinclair as she spoke. "You’re not at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, are you? This power far exceeds that level. Why are you still in the Lower Realm? You haven’t ascended to the Upper Realm!"

"You talk too much."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, converting his cultivation into thousands upon thousands of swords that shot toward Jocelyn Grant. The blades materialized from the void, flowing like a river of stars, yet they surged forward with an endless, murderous aura.

In an instant, Jocelyn Grant was run through by the rain of countless swords.

Though momentarily surprised, Jocelyn Grant looked down at her perforated body and began to laugh. "You’ve riddled me with holes. Tsk, tsk. I’m even bleeding. A pity you can’t kill me. I am the manifestation of this world’s will. I am omnipresent, ethereal, immortal, and indestructible. This body has already fused with me completely."

As soon as she finished speaking, her pierced body healed completely, leaving her perfectly unscathed without a single trace of blood.

She raised her hand.

"See? I told you. You can’t kill me."

There was no emotion in Javier Sinclair’s blood-red eyes. He merely said, "Is that so? I don’t believe you."

With a light tap of his foot, the space around them instantly became a self-contained realm, trapping the World’s Will inside. ’If I can’t kill you,’ he thought, ’then I’ll burn you with Karmic Fire.’

"Array, activate!"

He raised his hand.

In the next instant, the entire realm was engulfed in a sea of fire. But Jocelyn Grant, trapped within the Array, was scornful. She laughed. "I am immortal and indestructible! Don’t waste your energy. You may be strong, Javier Sinclair, but you can die. I can just drain your cultivation bit by bit and wear you down until you’re dead."

As she spoke, a long spear materialized in her hand. With a wave, she charged at him. The two terrifying powers clashed, and the entire Cultivation World trembled.

Javier Sinclair sneered. "Death? I’ve never been afraid of it."

’Even if it means death, he would leave his wife and child a world of peace, not this lingering scourge.’

The World’s Will, as Jocelyn Grant, grew furious. "You’re so stubborn! Aren’t you a Demon? You should be destroying this world with me! Let me tell you the truth: no magic from this Cultivation World can harm me. So, why don’t you reconsider? Let’s destroy this Cultivation World together. With our combined power, we can create a brand-new world that answers only to us. Wouldn’t that be better?"

She said, her face alight with fanaticism.

Javier Sinclair seized on the key point.

"’So,’ he mused, ’as long as it isn’t magic from this Cultivation World, it might work on you. Is that right?’"