Elder Warren, who was beside them, also leaned in. "No way. That doesn’t seem reasonable. The Cultivation World isn’t massive, but it’s not small either. If it’s really as she says, what kind of terrifying entity would it take to casually bestow the power of rebirth upon an entire world?"
"I wonder if we’ll ever get the chance to et such a mighty being."
As the two top tryhards of the Bloodfiend Den, they were curious about anything new and strange. Behind them, the one-track-minded Rook scratched his head. "Whoa, a book? What kind of book can hold an entire world? That’s amazing."
Perhaps she had overheard their curious discussion.
Jocelyn Grant, who had been speaking so enthusiastically just a mont ago, seed to lose her composure.
"Shut up! Are you even listening to ? Whether a book can hold a world—is that the point? Dammit, that’s not important! What’s important is that I hold all of your pathetic lives in my hand right now. Understand? Do you understand?"
At this, the cultivators of the Cultivation World were enraged.
From the Immortal Sects:
"What kind of heretical fiend is this, spouting such bullshit? I don’t care if you’re The World’s Will or so other ghost. What does that have to do with us?"
"Exactly! A book world, a real world... why should we care about any of that? All I know is that we’re alive! How could we possibly let you control us?"
Soone else spoke up. "We’re not blocks of wood or stone. How could we live according to soone else’s will? I’m made of flesh and blood! I’m alive!"
Soone from The Demonic Sects also said with disdain, "If the only way to live is to be controlled by soone else, I’d rather be dead. If you want a fight, then let’s fight."
Another person nodded. "You want to control others, to make them live according to your whims? That way of thinking is even more wicked than ours, and we’re Demon Cultivators! It’s intolerable. I, for one, won’t stand for it."
Soone looked at her and accused, "And what’s this about the Heavenly Dao stealing your position? Hasn’t the Heavenly Dao always existed? Who the hell are you to be looking for attention here? If we lived like you say, what would be the point? We Demon Cultivators will be the first to reject it."
The discussions among the cultivators of the Cultivation World all reached her ears.
Jocelyn Grant just laughed out loud. "You disobedient ants. You probably don’t even know what you’re about to go through, do you? But you’ll find out soon enough. I just love a ga of cat and mouse. I’ll enjoy playing with you... slowly."
This ti, however, she didn’t strike. Perhaps she wanted to watch them struggle one last ti.
At that mont, the book’s World’s Will, occupying Jocelyn Grant’s body, turned its gaze to Celeste Grant. It said, "Outsider, you who are allied with the Heavenly Dao... I actually quite like you. Why don’t you join ? If you do, I might even consider letting you go and sending you back to your old world."
’Trying to pull that trick on ...’
’No...’
Celeste Grant refused.
"Don’t try to get chummy. We’re not close."
She sighed as she spoke. "I knew it. My eye has been twitching for the past two days, and then we had that vision of a red sun in the sky and a world filled with blood-red mist. So it was all your doing. Kicking up such a huge fuss, I thought so external demon had arrived. But it was just you, the book’s World’s Will. You were crying and screaming when the Heavenly Dao beat you last ti. You’ve really got a short mory for pain. You think you’re hot stuff again, coming out to cause trouble? Aren’t you afraid the Heavenly Dao will co to collect you?"
Hearing this, the fake Jocelyn Grant said angrily, "Shut up! Do you think I’m really afraid of the Heavenly Dao? This Cultivation World was originally a world in a book. Even though it’s beco a real world now, I still have a stake in it. The Heavenly Dao can’t erase my existence! I only offered to let you join because I thought you might be of so use. You, an outsider, are truly ungrateful. You all acknowledge the Heavenly Dao? Fine. I’d like to see if your so-called Heavenly Dao can protect you pathetic ants."
’Every other word is "ants" this, "ants" that. This must be why a new Heavenly Dao was born in this world. The Heavenly Dao is the personification of rules; it’s not a role just anyone can take on.’
’Can’t be erased?’
Celeste Grant looked at her, then up at the blood-red sky.
’So why hasn’t the Heavenly Dao appeared yet?’
’Is it not ti?’
Celeste Grant raised her gaze slightly to look at Jocelyn Grant.
"What is it you really want?"
Hearing this, Jocelyn Grant lowered her head slightly. "What do I want? Let think... Should I first cleanse the Cultivation World of its countless living beings, or should I first absorb this world’s Origin Power? It’s such a difficult decision. Which cos first, which cos second... or perhaps both at once would be best."
She spoke of such a horrifying thing so casually.
Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair exchanged a look, a plan already forming in their minds. ’It seems no matter what this book’s World’s Will is, it cannot be allowed to remain. It must be destroyed. Otherwise, no one will ever know a day of peace.’
’Listen to her—she wants to suck dry the Cultivation World’s Origin Power. I’m not sure what this Origin Power is, but I can guess from the na. If she succeeds, the Cultivation World is finished. This might be what they call the apocalypse of the Cultivation World.’
Javier Sinclair: "What arrogance."
Celeste Grant’s face turned cold as she said, "In your dreams."
High in the sky, Jocelyn Grant laughed wildly. "No, no, you don’t understand. This isn’t wishful thinking. This is called daring to dream and daring to act. Once I’ve cleansed the Cultivation World of all these disobedient little things and drained this world of its origin power, I will create a brand new world that lives according to my will. I’ll say it again: I actually quite like you. As long as you join , when the new world is created, I’ll let you be the female lead."
She then looked at Javier Sinclair. "And you. I admit, you’re very strong, but your power is far from enough to challenge . How about you consider joining ? I can make you the male lead. You two can even live a loving life together in the world I create."
Before she could continue her brainwashing, Javier Sinclair sneered and shot back, "Shut your mouth. What kind of filth are you to offer the role of male lead? You must be blind. I was born with the face of a villain. I’m a proper Demon Cultivator. Why would I give up being a perfectly good villainous Demon to beco a male lead? What, are you trying to insult ?"
Celeste Grant nodded in agreent.
"Exactly! Fuck ’female lead’ this, ’female lead’ that... I’ve hated those two words my entire life. I have no desire to be anyone’s female lead! I am just . The only one who can decide my destiny is . No one else.
"You damn mutt, do you really think we’re just so 2D characters? We’re made of flesh and blood, with our own thoughts. We’re not things whose lives you can control and manipulate as you please. You’re not worthy."
In a way, Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant were truly a match made in heaven. Even their cursing styles were identical.
At this mont, even the mbers of the Immortal Sects, who had always been mortal enemies with The Demonic Sects, nodded repeatedly, feeling that the Demon couple was absolutely right.
"Right! Such a malevolent fiend should be executed!"
"Kill her!"
"What kind of vile creature dares to dream of destroying the Cultivation World? It must be killed!"
"It must be killed!"
In that mont, the thoughts of The Immortal and Demonic Paths were the sa.
It was normal for cultivators from the sa world to fight amongst themselves behind closed doors. You could attack , I could attack you—that was all part of the ga. But to be threatened with annihilation by so unknown entity? That was fundantally different. This was a common enemy.
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