Chapter 295: Chapter 293: Disaster Day of the Cultivation World (1)

Hearing this, the World’s Will fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"For once, you’re being clever. It’s useless, though, because I’m done waiting. It’s true you were supposed to have nine Taoist Companions, but eight of them are already dead. As for the last one, he was a sickly weakling. Celeste Grant’s interference changed the plot, and now it’s so completely derailed that you two have never even met. In fact, as we speak, that fated Taoist Companion of yours has just died for good after falling into the Soul-Refining Pool... all to dodge a clump of bird droppings."

Jocelyn Grant was in disbelief.

’No... That was my fated Taoist Companion? Was he really that useless? Dead just because he was trying to dodge some bird droppings?’

’Aren’t I the protagonist? Is this really the kind of grand destiny I’m supposed to have?’

"This is impossible."

Seeing the look of utter denial on her face, the World’s Will’s voice echoed again.

"Among your nine Taoist Companions was that black serpent, a Demon Cultivator. You weren’t supposed to meet him at this time, but the plot fell apart. I had no choice but to make you meet early and even prepared a fortunate encounter for him. But both of you are just such utter disappointments. I’ve finally realized that relying on you is worse than relying on myself. To hell with the female lead, and to hell with the male leads too."

Jocelyn Grant took a step back.

’Is this right?’

She was the protagonist.

’Wasn’t she supposed to live a free and unrestrained life, doing whatever she pleased?’

At this thought, Jocelyn Grant lifted her head, her obsession deepening. "I am the protagonist. Yes, as long as I kill Celeste Grant, I’ll still be the protagonist."

Hearing this, the figure conjured by the World’s Will let out a loud laugh.

"Are you still dreaming? Was I not clear enough? Jocelyn Grant, all nine of your fated Taoist Companions are dead. Your fortune value has dropped to zero, which means you are no longer the protagonist. And conveniently, I don’t want you anymore either. Because I’ve already found another way out."

The figure raised its hand, laughing wildly.

"As for you, I’ve been sick of you for a long time."

"Die for me."

Jocelyn Grant was strong, but before that unknown power, she was insignificant. Her own greed was her undoing.

"No... spare me."

"I’ll listen to you from now on, I’ll do anything. Just get out of my body! I don’t want the power anymore!"

Before she could beg any further, that power had already devoured her Divine Soul.

As she died, Jocelyn Grant thought of her three children. She had never gotten the chance to reunite with them.

Jocelyn Grant was well and truly dead.

「At the same time.」

A new Jocelyn Grant awoke.

The moment she opened her eyes, the sky and earth across the entire Cultivation World changed color. It was a world-destroying power that every single cultivator could feel.

They all looked up at the sky in unison, only to see a crimson sun hanging high above—an omen heralding the arrival of some world-ending demon.

The various powers of the Cultivation World immediately sent people to investigate. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

At the Bloodfiend Den, Celeste Grant gazed at the sky, her expression grim. She had suspected before that the sudden appearance of so many powerful experts in the Cultivation World meant something was about to happen.

It now seemed her guess was correct. A great war was likely on the horizon.

Just then, a figure appeared by her side.

It was Javier Sinclair.

He looked up in the same direction as Celeste Grant and said, "I sense a very unusual power. It’s mixed with Rule Power. This kind of power doesn’t seem like something that should exist in the Cultivation World."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

"I sense it too."

She not only sensed it, but she also felt the danger it posed.

"It’s very dangerous. My husband, the Cultivation World may not be peaceful for a while. We need to have our disciples prepare. We must also strengthen the defensive Arrays at this branch of the Bloodfiend Den."

Javier Sinclair took her hand. "I’m here. There’s no need to be afraid."

’Whoever they are, if they dare to disturb our peaceful life, they’ll only have themselves to blame when I slaughter them all.’

The phenomenon of the crimson sun hanging in the sky lasted for two days.

On the third day, a figure slowly rose to stand in the air. Her long hair was unbound, and her eyes were adorned with dark, seductive eyeshadow. She appeared before the eyes of everyone in the Cultivation World.

She wore a black robe, its hem fluttering in the wind to reveal her bare feet. Compared to the old Jocelyn Grant, she now looked completely uninhibited, the type to act without a care for consequences.

This was the false Heavenly Dao that had possessed Jocelyn Grant’s body—that sliver of the World’s Will. Now that it had a physical form, it had broken free from the rules that had constrained it within the Cultivation World.

Now, it was strong.

And very dangerous.

The slightest misstep...

...and the entire Cultivation World would go down in flames with it.

At this moment, "Jocelyn Grant" stretched out her arms, looking like an innocent who was embracing nature for the first time.

"This is the feeling... so comfortable."

"This is the Origin Power of the Cultivation World."

This power was the same as its own Origin Power.

’It seems I was too naive.’

’If I had known that I could just have someone offer up their body, become a Cultivator, and then absorb a continuous stream of Origin Power... If I had known it could be this easy, why would I have ever bothered with that thankless task of helping the protagonist?’

"It’s all mine! All the Origin Power in this world is mine! HAHAHAHA!"

It cackled madly in the sky.

Some wondered if she had lost her mind.

The moment she appeared, many people recognized her as Jocelyn Grant.

It was clearly the same face, but Celeste Grant knew that the person inside this body was not Jocelyn Grant. ’This aura feels a bit familiar... where have I encountered it before?’

’If the one possessing her body isn’t Jocelyn Grant, then where is the real one? Is she dead?’

"That’s Jocelyn Grant."

"It really looks like her."

"There’s been no news of her for years. How can she cause such a huge disturbance the moment she shows up?"

"It’s really that bitch Jocelyn Grant. She actually dares to show her face again."

"How did she get so strong?"

"What level of Cultivation is that?"

"Jocelyn Grant," standing in the air, could hear all the voices coming from the Cultivation World below.

’So noisy.’

"Silence."

The moment it spoke,

the figures of those who had been speaking against it instantly disintegrated into ash.

Witnessing this scene,

everyone present gasped in horror.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior Brother!"

"You killed so many of our martial brothers! You Enchantress, get down here and die!"

Its gaze swept over them. "A bunch of lowly ants. You think you’re worthy of shouting in my presence?"

Celeste Grant recognized the aura.

’It’s the will of the book? How is that possible?’

Even Celeste Grant hadn’t expected that the will of the book would actually possess Jocelyn Grant’s body.

’Wasn’t Jocelyn Grant heavily favored by this World’s Will? I tried to kill her so many times, and it always brought her back to life. What’s going on now? It just discards a major protagonist just like that?’

Just then, the "Jocelyn Grant" in the sky locked its gaze precisely onto Celeste Grant’s position.

"Heh heh... I almost forgot about you. The outsider who’s in league with the Heavenly Dao."

"You people opposed me time and time again. But now, I suppose I should thank you. It was you who made the plot of this book collapse so thoroughly, giving me the chance to see this world for myself. HAHAHAHA!"