Chapter 614 - 612: Aaron Sinclair’s Memory Awakens

Chapter 614: Chapter 612: Aaron Sinclair’s Memory Awakens

A terrifying pressure swept toward Celeste Grant. The air was thick with a grim, deathly aura.

Hearing this, Celeste Grant just sneered. "You think you can lay a finger on my son?"

The moment she spoke, the eye was clearly taken aback.

"Your son? Who? Who is your son?"

Celeste Grant smiled.

"You’re asking me, are you?"

"I don’t mind telling you. The Everard you mentioned—he’s my son, and I’m his mother. For a family of villains, when you mess with the young one, the old one shows up. That’s standard procedure. You... thing from who-knows-where, threatening to kill my son. Now, tell me, how should his mother deal with you?"

"You’re Everard’s mother?"

The crimson eye widened, its gaze locked onto her. It was filled with such disbelief that all it could do was stare.

Black energy churned in the sky, and a furious voice roared out.

"Impossible... This is impossible."

"I investigated thoroughly before I came today! After Everard was reincarnated, he was just an ordinary person. That last time was just him bluffing! His parents could only be ordinary people without any cultivation. You can’t possibly be Everard’s birth mother!"

The furious voice echoed through the heavens. He was already wary of Everard alone. If there were people behind Everard, then it might really be as this woman said. You mess with the young one, the old one shows up, and then it’s just endless trouble.

Back in the Cunmere Realm, he saw that Everard had many treasures and got the idea to kill him for them. He wanted to trap and kill the man, but not only did he fail, he nearly died at Everard’s hands. In the end, he even suffered an unexpected disaster.

Everard was an incredibly insidious person. Every time he killed someone or committed some crime, he would use the Evil Eye’s name. In just a few short days, he was being hunted by countless old Demons. It was the classic ’mess with the young, and the old will come,’ an endless cycle. He was hunted for three months.

Later, he wanted to sacrifice those Cultivators for his Cultivation, but Everard appeared and stopped him. He captured female cultivators to practice the Replenishing Skill, but Everard appeared again and ruined it. All the rare treasures and Secret Realm opportunities he found would ultimately fall into Everard’s hands. As for himself, Everard used him for refining poison, for alchemy, and finally blew him sky-high. ’AAAAH! Just thinking about it is a nightmare.’

It was like that every single time. For a while, he was literally everywhere.

He was practically traumatized by Everard, feeling the man was a stumbling block on his path of Cultivation. As long as Everard was around, he could never reach greater heights. For that reason, he was determined to kill him and eliminate the threat for good.

After that, by a stroke of luck, he obtained an Ancient Forbidden Technique. He spent a century preparing to use the Vitality Power of all living beings in the Cunmere Realm to ascend to godhood. But who would have thought that Everard would pop up again. Single-handedly, he destroyed his hundred-year plan. In the end, not only did he fail to become a god, but his body and soul were destroyed. Fortunately, he had a backup plan. A wisp of his Primordial Spirit escaped and cultivated into the Evil Eye he was today.

The only thing he was thankful for was that the nightmarish Everard was truly dead, his body and soul annihilated, with no possibility of ever coming back.

But he had celebrated too soon.

That damn Everard had come back to life.

The eye stared fixedly at Celeste Grant.

"You can’t be that scourge’s mother! Damn you, Everard! I’ll kill you! I’ll grind your bones to dust! I’ll obliterate your very Divine Soul!"

"Damn you, Everard!"

This was a full-throated roar, and you could hear the utter breakdown in his voice.

Celeste Grant raised a hand to cover her ear.

’So loud.’

’She was quite curious. What on earth had her son done in his past life to make this eye so triggered, so completely unhinged? It was practically gnashing its teeth every time it spat out his name.’

Celeste Grant gently brushed a strand of hair to one side and couldn’t help but say, "Listening to you, the fact that my son has a mother really gets to you, doesn’t it? Well, I hate to disappoint you, but Everard is my son. My biological son. But he doesn’t go by Everard anymore. My son changed his name. He’s called Aaron Sinclair now. Everard was just his old name."

The eye in the sky was enraged. The crimson deepened, blood vessels bulging, looking as if it would split apart from fury.

"You’re in this together? You really are that scourge Everard’s mother! AAARGH, why don’t you both just die! If you’re his mother, you’re no good either! I won’t spare you today!"

"You’re his mother? Excellent! That you’re his mother is just perfect. I’ll kill you first! I’ll make that insidious Everard taste the pain of watching his family die before his eyes! HAHAHA, now die!"

Amidst the furious, crazed laughter, the surrounding black energy swirled, forming a tornado that shot straight toward Celeste Grant. The voice was both enraged and excited, as if its grand revenge was finally at hand.

"Watch closely, Everard! Watch how your mother dies at my hands!"

"This is for using me to refine poison, for using me for alchemy, for using me to blow up Demonic Beasts! And for the hatred of you stealing my women! Any female cultivator I liked would abandon me the moment she glanced at you... The blood feud between us is irreconcilable!"

’Stealing his women?’ Celeste paused. ’When did that happen? Those women probably just had a one-sided crush on my son. But using someone for refining poison and alchemy... that definitely sounds like something he’d do. No wonder this eye breaks down completely at the mere mention of him. It seems my son’s past life was quite eventful.’

However, she was certain this eye wasn’t innocent. Celeste trusted her son; he wasn’t the type to kill indiscriminately. If he really had acted against this thing, it must have done something to provoke him.

As for her son’s past life, Celeste couldn’t meddle. After all, she wasn’t there. But now, he was her biological son. So no matter who it was, anyone who dared to touch her son would have to die.

In the dark sky before her, tornadoes swirled with Death Resentment Energy, attacking straight toward her.

Celeste Grant stood there, not even bothering to move.

"There’s something I should tell you. My son doesn’t just have a mother. He has a father, too."

The moment her voice fell, the tornadoes of black energy before her dissipated instantly, as if they had never existed. And at the instant the tornadoes vanished, a giant hand appeared in the sky above.

"A mere ant dares to lay a hand on my wife."

The massive hand reached out, seizing the dark shadow and the crimson eye within it. One might say the eye had an impressive aura before, with all the trappings of power. But facing the hand from the heavens, it was utterly insignificant. *This* was the kind of presence a true heavyweight should have.

Javier Sinclair did not reveal himself, merely grabbing casually. The eye had nowhere to hide and no way to escape. At this moment, the crimson eye looked as if it would burst from rage, struggling to escape from the giant hand, only to find itself imprisoned by a force that rendered it immobile.

"No... What is this power?"

"Who are you? Just what are you?"

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"This? This is my son’s birth father. Congratulations. You’ve just won the grand prize: you get to be a new decoration. Sometimes, having a powerful dad to fall back on is actually pretty great. You don’t need to be envious. After all, you don’t have a father this powerful, but my son does."