Chapter 325: Chapter 323: He Is the Incarnation of the Demon God?
Aaron Sinclair couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
"No, this is impossible."
He shook his head repeatedly, then grabbed his father’s other hand and pushed up the sleeve. The wrist was just the same.
Celeste Grant saw it too. It was too late for Javier Sinclair to hide it.
Celeste Grant’s gaze was now fixed on his arm, the smile gone from her face. She reached out with a pale face and clasped his hand, feeling her own hand tremble. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"How could this be?"
Her voice was a mere whisper.
Her expression turned agitated as she looked at him.
"Javier Sinclair, tell me! What happened to you?"
Celeste Grant turned sideways and tore open the front of his robes, baring his chest and abs. His torso was the same—covered in cracks.
It wasn’t just Celeste Grant. Her son, Aaron Sinclair, stared at the cracks on his father’s body, the color draining from his face as well.
"Dad, what’s happening?"
"How did you get hurt so badly?"
Aaron Sinclair wiped away a tear and forced himself to calm down. "Dad, don’t move. I’ll heal you. Oh, right! I have Elixir Pills here." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and piles of bottles and jars appeared on the ground before him.
But Javier Sinclair just shook his head slightly.
"Put them away. They’re useless for me."
Aaron Sinclair didn’t believe him, his expression urgent. "How can they be useless? I have all sorts of Eighth-grade and Ninth Grade Elixirs here! Even if a Cultivator was missing limbs, these pills could regenerate them completely!"
Javier Sinclair glanced at his son, calmly poured out two Elixir Pills, and swallowed them.
Celeste Grant and her son stared at him. After a moment, they saw that the cracks on his body hadn’t changed at all.
"How are they not working? It’s impossible."
’Could the Elixir Pills have gone bad?’
"Yes, that must be it! The Elixirs have expired! Dad, I have more here!"
Javier Sinclair raised a hand to stop him.
"Enough. These Elixir Pills are useless for me."
Celeste Grant grabbed his hand. "It’s alright, you still have me." She squeezed his hand, closed her eyes, and immediately used her Magic, trying to repair his body.
The All Things Rejuvenation Technique she practiced was the most powerful Wood Element Skill in the Cultivation World, capable of revitalizing any living thing.
Her Magic completely enveloped Javier Sinclair. If it had been anyone else, even severed limbs would have long since regenerated. Mere cracks on the body would have vanished instantly. Yet, the fissures covering Javier Sinclair’s skin didn’t change in the slightest.
Celeste Grant opened her eyes, her hand trembling slightly. "’The All Things Rejuvenation Technique can revitalize any living thing,’ isn’t that what they say? Why isn’t it working on you? Why won’t it work?"
Celeste Grant tried to calm herself. "I must be doing something wrong," she said. "I’ll try again."
A large hand closed around her wrist. Javier Sinclair pulled her into his embrace. "That’s enough. You’ve done your best. My Celeste is already amazing. Your Primordial Spirit is still weak, so don’t use this kind of Magic again."
He said, "This isn’t your fault. This body simply can’t handle my power, so it’s starting to break down."
Celeste Grant grabbed his shoulders, her expression frantic.
"Then what can we do?"
He gently stroked her hair. "Don’t worry. This is just an external avatar. Once my Primordial Spirit returns to my true body, everything will be fine."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant was stunned. "An external avatar? What are you talking about? Explain yourself!"
Javier Sinclair glanced at her. "Okay, but please don’t be frightened by what I’m about to tell you."
She nodded slightly. "Why would I be afraid of you? No matter who you are, you’re still my child’s father and my husband."
Javier Sinclair was relieved. With a serious expression, he said, "My true body is in the Demon Realm. You can also call me the Demon God. Periodically, my real body falls into a deep slumber, and I send a sliver of my Primordial Spirit to other worlds to comprehend the Great Dao and form a Dharma Body. You could call it a form of Cultivation. I just never expected to meet you this time, become your Taoist Companion, and have Aaron."
This was completely unexpected for him. Even Javier Sinclair himself never thought he would have a romantic destiny. Perhaps it was because his avatars always wandered through worlds like this one. He must have become entangled in some karma, intersecting with her path at some point, which gave rise to this fated connection.
Celeste Grant was dumbfounded by Javier Sinclair’s words.
Her mouth fell open.
"The Demon God?"
"I must be hearing things, right? You just said... the Demon God? You’re saying you are the Demon God?" Celeste Grant’s voice rose, and her finger trembled.
A Demon and the Demon God were two entirely different concepts. The Demon God was the supreme existence of the Demon Realm. Legend had it that the Demon God was an Innate Spirit born at the dawn of chaos—immortal and indestructible.
She could calmly accept having a Demon for a husband, but the Demon God? ’Is that even normal? Is it reasonable?’ For a moment, she stared at Javier Sinclair, completely at a loss for words.
’Are Demon Gods really this idle nowadays? Coming to a small place like this, finding a Taoist Companion, and having a child?’
’So her son just went from being the Young Master of the Demonic Sects in the Cultivation World to the young master of the Demon Realm? You couldn’t even dream this stuff up.’
Aaron Sinclair was only stunned for a moment before he stared at his father. "This can’t be real, can it? Dad, you’re really the Demon God?"
"Mm," Javier Sinclair nodded slightly. "Does being the Demon God mean I’m not your father anymore? Besides, I’m not the only Demon God in all the heavens and myriad worlds. It’s not that big a deal."
Aaron Sinclair didn’t seem to care about his father’s identity. He just asked, "So, Dad... you’re not going to die, right?"
That was his biggest concern.
"You really are my son, aren’t you?"
He raised his hand and gave him a light smack on the forehead. "Don’t worry. Even if the heavens fall, your old man won’t die." He was the Demon God, immortal and indestructible.
Aaron Sinclair patted his chest in relief.
"That’s a relief."
He took his parents’ hands and clasped them together.
"Mom, Dad, our family of three has to stay together forever."
Celeste Grant smiled slightly. "You’re all grown up now. The person who will be with you forever is your future wife."
Javier Sinclair agreed. ’His wife could only be with *him* forever.’ Thinking this, he said aloud, "Your mother’s right. You’re a grown man now."
Aaron Sinclair hugged Celeste Grant, leaning against her arm. "Heh heh, even if I’m a thousand or ten thousand years old, I’ll always be a child to my mom. Dad, you’re just jealous."
Javier Sinclair glanced at the two of them and decided it was time to get back to the matter at hand. His expression grew serious. "Let’s talk business." His gaze shifted to Celeste Grant.
"Celeste, your Primordial Spirit was shattered before. I’ve already repaired it, but it’s still weak and needs time to recover. It would be best for you to return to your original body; it would be beneficial for your Primordial Spirit’s recovery. As for this current body, you can keep it to form your own Dharma Body in the future."
Celeste Grant froze. "You mean my body in the modern world? But I can’t go back."
Javier Sinclair looked at her and remarked, "Your world seems quite interesting."
Celeste Grant’s eyes widened. "You’ve been there?"
Javier Sinclair shook his head slightly. "No, but I saw it when I held your hand."
