Chapter 482 - 480: A Crow Is a Crow

Chapter 482: Chapter 480: A Crow Is a Crow

The sight of Celeste Grant ignited an uncontrollable rage deep within her.

"Javier Sinclair..."

Jocelyn Grant’s gaze shifted to Javier Sinclair. "You’ve always been blind, looking down on me," she said. "Do you really think Celeste Grant is some saint? Only a blind man like you would fall for her."

She began to sow discord, spitting blood with every word.

The thought of how Celeste Grant had ascended, only to get involved with the Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain and even have his child, made her spit out her words. "After she ascended, she shacked up with the Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain. They even have a child together now! She cheated on you... and you’re the only one still in the dark. Javier Sinclair, you deserve it! COUGH, COUGH... You deserve to be cheated on."

Perhaps because she had said too much in one breath, she felt a tearing pain inside her body. No, even breathing itself was agony.

In Jocelyn Grant’s mind,

even if she had to die, she wouldn’t let Celeste Grant have an easy time. She would drive a wedge between the two of them, make them despise and kill each other.

Celeste Grant began to laugh.

"Jocelyn Grant, have you said your piece?"

She glanced sideways at the man beside her, leaning against him as she spoke. "Hehe, did you hear that? She’s talking about you. My Sovereign Lord, she said I cheated on you. Tell me, did I cheat on you?"

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair wrapped his arm around her waist. He glanced at her and said, "Well, if cheating on myself with myself counts, then yes, I’ve been cheated on. But I don’t mind. A little bit of green keeps life interesting. The ’ex-husband’ is ancient history. All that matters now is that Celeste’s heart belongs only to me."

How magnanimous of him.

After all, it was all him.

He didn’t mind one bit.

Even when he didn’t have his memories, he could accept the existence of the ’ex-husband.’ Now that he remembered, he accepted it even more.

Their exchange left Jocelyn Grant stunned for a moment. When she processed their words, her eyes widened slightly, her lips trembling as she stammered in disbelief.

"You... you..."

The Sovereign Lord?

So the Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain was Javier Sinclair.

Javier Sinclair was the Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain. They were the same person.

When the truth hit her, Jocelyn Grant’s vision went black, and her hands trembled with rage. Her face paled and flushed in turns as the taste of blood rose in her throat. This feeling was worse than death.

Humiliation.

It was utterly humiliating! Why was Javier Sinclair the Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain? What right did Celeste Grant have?

What had she even come to the Demonic Domain to do? She had planned to steal everything from Celeste Grant, to crush her underfoot and watch her beg for mercy. And now, to discover that the Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain was Javier Sinclair from the Lower Realm—at that moment, she genuinely felt an old mouthful of blood surge up, and couldn’t stop herself from spitting it out.

She really did spit it out this time; after all, her injuries were far too severe.

The Sovereign Lord of this Demonic Domain had to be at least ten thousand years old.

Javier Sinclair from the Lower Realm’s Cultivation World was a mere few hundred years old. No matter how you looked at it, there was no way to connect the two. And that was precisely why she hadn’t bothered to ask for the Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain’s name. If she had just asked that one simple question, she wouldn’t have so rashly charged into the Demonic Domain, nor would she have run into Kaelan, who was hiding in this realm.

She was a Princess of the Golden Crow Clan, yet she had suffered such humiliation.

"How could this be?"

"Impossible..."

"This is impossible."

Celeste was getting tired of hearing that phrase.

’Impossible? The truth is laid bare before you; what’s so impossible about it? Look at me. I’m being perfectly calm about the fact that you, Jocelyn Grant, are still alive.’

"Tsk, tsk..." Celeste Grant said lightly. "Look at you, still in disbelief. What’s so strange about it? Even you managed to die and come back with a new identity and a powerful father. So, isn’t it perfectly normal for the father of my children to have a few extra identities? The Blood-Venerate of the Lower Realm, the Sovereign Lord of the Upper Realm’s Demonic Domain—that’s just standard procedure. It’s the kind of prestige we villains are supposed to have." ’Of course, there’s one more identity: the Demon God of the Demon Realm. But that’s a secret I’ll keep to myself.’

Jocelyn Grant was so furious her eyes started to roll back in her head. "You... you... damn you."

Celeste Grant was unfazed.

She spread her hands. "Forget him, even I’d like a new identity, but alas, I don’t have one. Speaking of which, I truly envy you. You may be the daughter of a homewrecker, and your mother is a Morvane, but at least you have a Divine Monarch for a father. Unlike poor me, who only has a son and daughter, and an incredibly powerful husband."

Jocelyn Grant’s eyes bulged.

Her words made her so angry they became bloodshot.

"Celeste Grant."

She spat the name out, her eyes blazing with pure hatred.

As her voice faded, the last of her Cultivation was exhausted. Unable to even maintain her human form, she reverted to her true self.

A dim golden light flickered around her as Jocelyn Grant’s figure vanished. In her place was a pool of blood and a Golden Crow engulfed in a tiny flame. The fire on this Golden Crow was about to go out, and it lay dying in the filth and blood on the ground.

It looked... a little ugly.

A strange, mismatched thing.

"This is a Three-legged Golden Crow?"

"It doesn’t look like one."

How disappointing.

In her mind, the Three-legged Golden Crow was a sacred, majestic, and domineering creature. But this... this Golden Crow before her was dull in color and looked like a bizarre imitation. At a glance, with its feathers matted in blood, it just looked like a slightly larger Morvane. It was a far cry from the legendary Three-legged Golden Crow.

Right now, this crow... was barely breathing. Cracks spiderwebbed across its body. If nothing unexpected happened, her fate was to have her Divine Soul scatter and be reduced to ash.

It seemed that Kaelan really knew what he was doing.

This was truly beyond Celeste Grant’s expectations. This time, she hadn’t even made a move, and Jocelyn Grant was already finished. The only role she had played was snatching away the life-saving Elixir Pills. ’Haha, in that case, I guess my role was pretty significant after all.’

"She looks a lot like a crow."

"Mm," Javier Sinclair said faintly, his gaze sweeping over the creature. "She has reverted to her original form and can no longer maintain a human appearance. A crow is a crow; it can never become a true Golden Crow."

As soon as he finished speaking,

a figure stepped forward from nearby.

It was Kaelan.

He was heard to say, "What is stolen can never truly be yours. A Morvane is a Morvane; it can never become a Golden Crow."

As he spoke, Kaelan took out a bottle and pointed its opening toward the ground. He formed a hand seal and used his magic. The next moment, the blood on the ground lifted and streamed like a single thread into the bottle in his hand.

Staring down at the bottle in his hand, Kaelan’s hand couldn’t help but tremble.

"Sister."

He pressed the bottle to his chest with a look of profound grief.

’Once everything is over, I’ll take you home, sister.’

Celeste Grant glanced at Kaelan.

His clan slaughtered, his family murdered.

His story was the definition of tragic.

Seeing his grief-stricken expression, Celeste Grant said, "Fellow cultivator, my condolences."

Kaelan nodded slightly. "I’m fine. I will live on."