Chapter 323: Chapter 321: Without My Permission, You Cannot Die

That was their daughter. The two of them tried to fly toward her, but a powerful suction pulled them into the air, carrying them further and further away.

She heard their cries.

"Father, Mother, I’m sorry."

’Even though I’m not their real daughter, I truly see them as my own parents.’

"AHHH..."

’It hurts so much!’

’It really, really hurts.’

Celeste Grant could feel her life slipping away, her body breaking down. The pain in her Divine Soul was like being sliced by a thousand cuts, causing her hands to tremble slightly. She used to read novels and watch dramas where the female lead would be sacrificed at the drop of a hat. Now that it was happening to her, she finally understood how agonizing it was.

’I’m saving the world, but who will save me? I’m part of this world, too.’

’It hurts so much!’

’And I’m terrified of pain.’

"Archfiend."

"I love you."

"Celeste... No..."

Watching her body disintegrate, watching her Primordial Spirit shatter, Javier Sinclair felt his own heart die with her. His eyes turned blood-red as Demonic Qi swirled around him. At that moment, the Cultivation World’s Greatest Fiend wailed and cried like a child.

"No... Don’t leave me... I’m begging you."

’Don’t die.’

’Celeste, don’t die.’

’I can’t let her die.’

’She can’t die.’

At this moment, Javier Sinclair had only this one thought.

As long as he could save her, he was willing to die himself.

Perhaps his desire for Celeste Grant to live was too strong. At the very last moment, he felt a painful grip inside his body, as if from a hand, and a power beyond his control burst forth from him.

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to die."

In that instant, the heavens and the earth changed color.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

A black vortex appeared in the sky, and within it, the faint silhouette of a colossal Dharma Body could be seen.

A Demon Pattern materialized on Javier Sinclair’s forehead, completely different from before. This time, his Demon Pattern was golden, and golden runes appeared in his eyes. Now, when he looked upon the world, his gaze was devoid of sorrow or joy. Only when his eyes fell upon the woman in his arms did a faint tenderness surface.

He lifted his gaze slightly to the heavens. With a single glance, the world returned to tranquility. The Cultivators who had been swept into the sky by the void rifts lost their upward pull and began to fall like rain.

This scene left Celeste Grant dumbfounded.

’What is this power? Is this reasonable? Is it scientific? Since when was the father of my child this powerful?’

"You..."

’Why do I feel like the father of my child has changed? Golden runes are swirling in his eyes. And the Demon Pattern on his forehead is gold!’

"Don’t speak."

The moment he spoke, an invisible, warm power enveloped her. Celeste Grant felt the excruciating pain in her body vanish, and her shattered Primordial Spirit began to slowly mend. Right now, Celeste Grant couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but she realized she couldn’t move.

He looked at her and said softly,

"It will be over soon."

As he spoke, he reached out and placed a hand over her chest. The Seven-Colored Crystal Stone that had been embedded in Celeste Grant’s body slowly flew out and landed in Javier Sinclair’s hand.

With a mere wave of his hand, the Heart of Origin returned to the Great Dao, melting into the fabric of the universe to become the purest Power of the Great Dao. At that exact moment, the rift in the void slowly closed. In an instant, the dim world brightened, and warm sunlight broke through the clouds, shining down upon the land.

Wherever the sunlight touched, the Cultivators who had died stirred their fingers and slowly opened their eyes. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

They were groggy, and as they rose from the ground, they were still confused about the situation.

"I... I’m still alive."

"WAHH... I’m not dead."

"I’m not dead."

"What just happened? I’m actually not dead."

At this, the Cultivators of both The Immortal and Demonic Paths were dumbfounded.

A Cultivator spoke up.

"What was that power?"

"I don’t know."

"Divine Power. I sensed Divine Power."

The Cultivators who practiced the Heavenly Mechanism Technique were ecstatic. They had actually sensed Divine Power in that brief moment. In the face of that power, they were filled with awe and their hearts trembled. Many of them subconsciously went weak in the knees and knelt.

"Th-this... is Divine Power."

"Yes, that’s Divine Power, no doubt about it."

Some tried to take this opportunity to perform a divination using the Heavenly Mechanism Technique, hoping to gain some fateful encounter from it. But they ended up spitting blood, nearly losing their Divine Souls in the process. They never dared to entertain the thought of divination again. Although they didn’t know what that power was, it was clearly not something that mortals like them could ever hope to glimpse.

At this moment, the Cultivators from The Immortal and Demonic Paths couldn’t figure out what had just happened, no matter how hard they racked their brains. They only knew that they had been saved, and the one who saved them seemed to be that Demon... No, no... they had been mistaken, completely mistaken. How could he be a Demon? He was the most powerful ancestor of their Cultivation World.

From this moment on, he was no longer a Demon.

Demons don’t save people.

The Exalted One of The Demonic Sects had saved them. And his wife had been willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of the world—what incredible kindness. They had always assumed that any good deed from The Demonic Sects was part of some conspiracy. It turned out that the prejudice in people’s hearts was truly a great mountain. At this very moment, they finally believed that from the beginning, the Demon and his wife were never bad people.

Truly evil people wouldn’t care if others lived or died, let alone care about the fate of the entire world.

They had been wrong.

Tears welled up in the eyes of those from the Immortal Sects.

One by one, they dropped the swords in their hands.

"We were wrong."

"All this time, we misunderstood."

Indeed. Perhaps they should look at the world differently. They needed to redefine what it meant to be evil. What makes a good person? And what makes a bad one? The Demonic Sects had their share of heinous villains, but the Immortal Sects also had their sanctimonious hypocrites. There were good and bad Demon Cultivators, and the same was true for the Righteous Immortal Sects.

Therefore, whether one pursued Cultivation or Devil Cultivation didn’t matter. As long as one’s heart followed the Righteous Path, they were righteous.

Perhaps it was time for The Immortal and Demonic Paths to coexist in peace.

High in the sky, Javier Sinclair held Celeste Grant by the waist with one arm, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below. His eyes landed on Mr. and Mrs. Grant. He spoke, "Celeste Grant is not your real daughter. *She* is."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a wisp of a soul body appeared on his fingertip. With a gentle wave, the full soul body materialized in the air and slowly descended before Mr. and Mrs. Grant.

This was the world’s true "supporting female character," Celeste Grant, and also the real daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Grant.

Mr. and Mrs. Grant’s minds were reeling. They didn’t understand what was happening, but they could feel it. This was their daughter, too—perhaps their *real* daughter.

"You... what is going on?"

"Father, Mother."

"I finally get to see you."

The soul body then turned toward Javier Sinclair and knelt, bowing sincerely.

"Thank you, thank you, my lord. This humble girl is eternally grateful."

Javier Sinclair’s gaze upon them was devoid of sorrow or joy.

He simply raised his hand and reshaped a body for her. However, he altered her appearance. The face of the former supporting character now only bore a slight resemblance to Mrs. Grant; it was no longer what it once was.

"From now on, use a new name."

"Yes, yes."

’I never imagined,’ she thought, ’that after sacrificing myself to The Demon God to become his slave, I would one day be reborn and see my parents again.’

"Thank you."

When she looked up again, Javier Sinclair was already gone, having disappeared into the sky with Celeste Grant in his arms, their destination unknown.