Chapter 608 - 606: Dare to Attack My Son, You’re Courting Death

Chapter 608: Chapter 606: Dare to Attack My Son, You’re Courting Death

"Please, my lord, take action."

Eve Warren’s voice grew a little louder. Her gaze was fixed on the empty space before her, as if expecting her backer to tear through the void at any moment. But despite her anticipation, the powerful figure she relied on did not come.

A light breeze blew past.

The scene fell into a strange silence.

At that moment, Eve Warren’s mind went blank. She stared dumbfounded at the empty space, the crazed smile frozen on her face. She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she stumbled back two steps.

The backing she was so proud of failed to appear.

"You lied to me... You lied to me."

"I trusted you so much, how could you lie to me?"

It was only then that she finally realized she had been used as a pawn. The mighty figure who had saved her at the brink of death and restored her Cultivation was a complete fraud. She even considered another possibility—that the so-called mighty figure behind those crimson eyes was entirely fake. Even someone as foolish as her could see it now.

Her expression was stiff, her face alternating between pale and ashen. Even from a distance, one could feel her frantic desperation and indignation.

"Get out here!"

"Damn you, damn you! Get out here and explain yourself!"

Watching Eve Warren fall apart, Celeste Grant, who was standing nearby, said coolly, "Hey, weren’t you calling for backup? Hurry up. Get them over here. My eighty-meter sword is getting thirsty."

Eve Warren looked up and met Celeste Grant’s mocking gaze. Overcome with shame and anger, she coughed up another mouthful of blood. "You... you’ve gone too far."

"Don’t be ridiculous. Everyone knows I’m the kindest person around. I wouldn’t even hurt a fly." ’That’s right,’ she thought. ’After all, the little ants are just living their lives on the ground. I have no reason to go out of my way to step on them.’

Celeste Grant continued to fan the flames, urging her, "Jocelyn Grant’s dear auntie, hurry up... time’s a-wasting. You’d best call all your lovers, one by one."

Eve Warren’s eyes were red with fury as she glared at her.

"Shut up! Just shut your mouth!"

"Even if I die today, I’m taking you with me."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant sneered. "You? Don’t make me laugh. I’ve just been toying with you! You really think you’re something special, don’t you?" As she spoke, her figure flickered, and she was already in front of Eve Warren.

"I wasn’t even thinking about you, originally. Too bad you were so eager to court death. This time, you even dared to lay a hand on my son. You’ve sealed your own fate." As her voice fell, she gathered her Cultivation in her hand and struck Eve Warren in the chest.

"How dare you—"

Sensing the danger, Eve Warren’s expression changed, and she hurriedly gathered her Cultivation to defend herself. But she was no longer a match for Celeste Grant.

The force of Celeste Grant’s blow sent her flying into the Barrier. Before she could even fall, Celeste’s figure instantly appeared in mid-air before her. She slapped her, and the force sent Eve Warren flying again, crashing into the Barrier once more.

Celeste Grant’s figure instantly followed, appearing before her yet again. This time, she brought her fingers together, using Magic to tap directly on Eve Warren’s chest. She channeled her power, and the force shattered her Spirit Root, destroying her Cultivation.

"No... my Spirit Root... my Cultivation..."

With her Cultivation destroyed, Eve Warren’s hair turned white in an instant. Her body aged in a flash, withering away. All her former beauty was gone; she now looked like an old crone with one foot in the grave.

Celeste Grant hovered in the air and waved a hand. Eve Warren’s aged body fell heavily to the ground. She spat out a mouthful of blood. Without her Cultivation or her beauty, all she had left was a piteous, lingering existence.

Celeste Grant landed on the ground and walked over to stand before Eve Warren. She looked down at her condescendingly. "You and Jocelyn Grant are cut from the same cloth. In your eyes, the lives of ordinary people are worthless. You’re always going on about how ’mortals are like ants.’ Why do you look down on them so much? Did they eat your rice or something? Now I’ve shattered your Spirit Root and destroyed your Cultivation. Without the Cultivation you were so proud of, you’re just a mortal now, too."

Eve Warren lay prostrate on the ground, tremblingly raising a hand. The moment she saw it clearly, her pupils contracted in horror. Her hand looked like withered, rotting wood. ’This isn’t my hand. This is old tree bark.’

"My hand... This isn’t my hand."

"What did you do? What did you do to me?"

The mere act of speaking left her breathless and exhausted. Every breath sent a sharp pain through her chest. For the first time, she truly experienced the suffering of a mortal: birth, aging, sickness, and death.

"A mirror... a mirror... Give me a mirror."

"A mirror? Sure, you can have a mirror. I’m not that stingy."

Celeste Grant waved her hand lightly, "kindly" providing her with a mirror. A Water Mirror, half a person tall, materialized in front of Eve Warren, reflecting her entire figure.

She lifted her head and saw an old woman with disheveled white hair staring back at her. The figure in the mirror was stick-thin and gaunt, her cheeks sunken. The face that was once full of collagen now looked as if it were covered in tree bark.

Seeing this, Eve Warren’s face filled with horror. Likewise, the person in the Water Mirror stared back with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"Who is that? Who is that?" She pointed at the mirror, and the figure pointed back. Seeing the reflection clearly, Eve Warren simply refused to believe it was her. "Impossible... That’s not me. That’s not me."

Her face, her beauty, had been her greatest pride in life. Losing it was a fate worse than death.

Celeste Grant said coolly, "Are you blind? You can’t just refuse to look at yourself because you’ve gotten old. You have to face reality. You’re old now. This is what getting old looks like. You must have been a Cultivator for so long you’ve forgotten. A mortal’s lifespan is a mere hundred years. Looking at you now, I’d say you’re eighty-nine, at least. By mortal standards, you’ve got one foot in the grave. Not many days left."

’She couldn’t help but twist the knife with every word.’ Celeste Grant figured she must have been with Javier Sinclair for so long that she was starting to resemble him—she’d even picked up his venomous tongue. ’I never used to be like this. But now, once I start, I can’t stop my mouth.’

Eve Warren stared at the person in the Water Mirror.

"It’s not me... It’s not me."

She tremblingly reached up to touch her face, and saw the old woman in the mirror do the same. The sensation from her fingertips was not of delicate skin, but of rough tree bark.

Eve Warren’s eyes were wide with devastation. At that moment, she couldn’t stop herself from screaming.

"AHHHH—!"

"My face... my face!"

The effort of shouting left her completely drained.

Celeste Grant offered a reminder.

"You’re old now, so save your energy. Otherwise, you might not be able to catch your next breath and just drop dead."