Chapter 617 - 615: Death Resentment Energy Sucked Dry and Refined

Chapter 617: Chapter 615: Death Resentment Energy Sucked Dry and Refined

Death Resentment Energy, a suffocating blackness, shrouded the world.

In the sky stood the figure of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, tall and slender. The wind rustled the hem of his clothes as his long hair, tied with a golden ribbon, streamed behind him.

That person was Aaron Sinclair.

Black energy swirled around him—the Death Resentment Energy that had flooded this world. A mere touch would drive an ordinary person into a bloodthirsty frenzy, yet the Death Resentment Energy grew gentle as it neared him.

Aaron Sinclair raised his hand and glanced around before forming a seal in front of his chest. At the same time, with him as the epicenter, all the Death Resentment Energy in the world surged toward him like a tide.

The Death Resentment Energy poured into his body in a ceaseless stream, where he absorbed and refined it. Inside him, the incoming Death Resentment Energy formed a vortex in his dantian, ultimately transforming into pure Demonic Qi.

’It’s not enough. I can absorb more—all of it. No matter how vile or malevolent, all this Death Resentment Energy can be refined into power for me.’

’Come... Come on. All of you, come and become my cultivation.’

Seeing this, Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair exchanged a glance, smiling slightly without interrupting. She leaned close to Javier at her side and whispered, "Looks like you won’t have to lift a finger, darling. Your son is about to absorb all this Death Resentment Energy himself. I really thought he was going to live out a whole life as a mortal here, but he’s gone and awakened directly."

Javier Sinclair nodded slightly.

He glanced at his son, who was busy refining the Death Resentment Energy, and let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with gratification. ’Our boy is pretty impressive after all. Even if we hadn’t come to this world, he wouldn’t have been at a disadvantage.’

Celeste Grant thought for a moment before speaking. "The Evil Eye, Annie’s past life... The more I think about it, the more I believe everything that’s happened in this world is related to the karma our son is entangled in. That’s why this sliver of his Primordial Spirit came here. Even if we hadn’t descended to the Lower Realm, this part of his Primordial Spirit would have awakened to kill the Evil Eye and save this world."

"Sigh..."

Celeste Grant sighed twice, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

She frowned slightly at the gloomy sky and couldn’t help but say, "Speaking of which, isn’t saving the world the job of the Righteous Immortal Sects? If it got serious enough, Empyria would intervene, wouldn’t they? They receive the incense and worship of the people. When demons and evils wreak havoc in Elyndra, a Divine Monarch should descend to stop it, right? It’s been so long, yet I haven’t seen anyone show up."

Javier Sinclair said in a low voice, "Let’s not worry about that for now. We can go down and rest for a bit. Let him take his time absorbing it all up here."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant hummed in agreement. In an instant, their figures vanished from the sky and reappeared in their courtyard.

High in the sky, the wind howled and the clouds roiled.

Aaron Sinclair’s figure, enveloped in black energy, was still absorbing and refining the Death Resentment Energy. The process only took a few minutes, and the Death Resentment Energy filling the world slowly began to fade.

Absorb... Refine... Keep absorbing, keep refining.

It wasn’t just the Death Resentment Energy in the world, but also that which had tainted the mortals. Wisps of Death Resentment Energy were drawn out from the bodies of the mortals, who were frozen in place.

The mortals, immobilized by Celeste Grant’s magic, could only hold a single posture without moving. As the Death Resentment Energy left their bodies, those who had been turned into walking corpses by the black energy’s infection slowly regained their consciousness. Their bodies returned to normal, though they still couldn’t move.

Celeste Grant’s earlier decision had been the right one. If she hadn’t immobilized them, they would have slaughtered each other. Even if they were saved afterward, they would have been missing arms and legs.

Through Aaron Sinclair’s efforts, the world gradually became clear and bright... until the very last wisp of Death Resentment Energy in this world was absorbed by him and converted into Demonic Qi. The world was finally restored to its original state.

The Death Resentment Energy in the world was gone. Not a single trace remained.

The vortex inside his body slowly calmed.

Aaron Sinclair slowly opened his eyes, a flash of gold glinting within them. Just then, a sunbeam pierced the parting clouds and fell upon him, bathing him in a faint golden light.

"Phew..."

He let out a soft breath and murmured to himself, "That felt like a nice, long soak in a hot spring. So refreshing."

His figure stood in midair as he raised a hand to look at his palm.

He carefully sensed his body’s current condition. In truth, this body wasn’t very powerful. His Cultivation was less than a tenth of his true self’s, but it was enough.

He had now awakened and recovered his memories. All of them.

He was Aaron Sinclair, son of his mom and dad. In a far more distant past life, he was Everard, the strongest expert and greatest Alchemist of the Cunmere Realm. In that life, he had no parents; he was a wisp of primordial energy left between heaven and earth that had achieved human form through Cultivation. His energy came from the world, and to the world it ultimately returned.

In his life as Everard, he had used his own power as the foundation to destroy a Sacrificial Array created with an Ancient Forbidden Technique. Afterward, with less than a tenth of his Cultivation remaining, he stumbled into the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. He should have perished completely, his soul scattering between heaven and earth. At the last moment, the Heavenly Dao of that world preserved a sliver of his Primordial Spirit and sent him to be reincarnated.

Thinking back on it now, Aaron Sinclair was quite surprised he hadn’t actually died.

He liked his current life much more than his last one.

In this life, he had a family and friends. He even had companions with whom he’d faced life and death. Thinking of his parents, of Aunt Nerida and the others, a smile spread across Aaron Sinclair’s face. Those distant memories felt foreign to him now. They were no longer important.

Because he already had so much.

Still...

’So infuriating.’

He thought about the seventeen years he’d spent as an ordinary person. Every day was either spent studying or practicing martial arts, all while constantly hoping his mother would give him a little sister.

A little sister, a little sister... He waited and waited, hoping until his eyes nearly popped out of his head, but his mother never gave him one. It turned out she’d given him a little sister long ago.

"Oh my god, I was so stupid I could just die."

His gaze immediately shot to where his dear old dad was, and he couldn’t help but complain aloud. "Dad... you really are my own flesh and blood, aren’t you? You tricked me so badly! You must have been gloating all these years. No wonder you always made such a weird face whenever I asked you guys to give me a little sister. You were secretly calling me a dumbass son in your head!"

The moment his voice fell, his father’s voice rang out.

It was the sound of laughter.

"Hahaha..."