Chapter 622 - 620: Aaron Sinclair Returns to His Original Body

Chapter 622: Chapter 620: Aaron Sinclair Returns to His Original Body

He paused for a moment, then looked up at the night sky. "This world is quite remote and doesn’t fall under the jurisdiction of any Immortal Sect. Perhaps that’s why this place was targeted by malevolent beings."

If this were a Mortal Realm under the jurisdiction of an Immortal Sect, then should Evil Cultivators or monsters appear to wreak havoc, the Sect would definitely send people to intervene. Even if some entity wanted to use mortal lives for a sacrifice, it would most likely alert the people of the Immortal Sect, forcing them to think twice.

If we hadn’t come here, the mortals of this world would have had no chance of entering the Cultivation World. Even if a few were born with a Spirit Root, they would have had no opportunity to pursue Cultivation.

Thinking of this, he said, "I will leave behind the coordinates for Nimbos here. From now on, this mortal land will be under the jurisdiction of Nimbos. In the future, Nimbos will periodically send people to recruit children with Spirit Roots and bring them to the Cultivation World to attend school."

That’s right, school. Nimbos is a Cultivation World in the Lower Realm, and it has changed drastically. The Celestial & Infernal Academies, established by the Bloodfiend Den, have already spread throughout the Cultivation World.

Although Aaron Sinclair and his family had already ascended to the Upper Realm, they could still place a mortal realm under the jurisdiction of Nimbos.

He didn’t want to interfere too much in the affairs of mortals. This was the extent of what he would do.

"That will be all for now. You wouldn’t understand if I said more. In short, from now on, any child in this world with a Spirit Root—be they commoner or noble—can enter the Cultivation World for Cultivation."

Hearing this, the Emperor and Empress of Kelldorn couldn’t help but gasp.

’School? Our mortal children will actually have a chance to go to the Immortal Realm?’

「In that moment」

The Emperor and Empress of Kelldorn felt as if they were listening to some divine pronouncement, utterly incredulous. Such an immense, heaven-sent fortune had actually been bestowed upon them.

’In other words, from now on, this world has a chance at immortality. Mortals have the opportunity to cultivate and become immortals. And our Sinclair Royal Clan has received an unimaginable blessing. This... what have we done to deserve such a thing? Are we really not dreaming? What if we wake up and find out this was all just a dream?’

Stunned, the Empress reached out and pinched the Emperor’s arm. "Holy Emperor, do you feel any pain?" she asked.

"Mhm," the Emperor nodded repeatedly. "It hurts. It feels very real." He looked at the Empress and grabbed her hand, his face alight with excitement. "We’re not dreaming. All of this is actually real."

Whether it was the Elixir Pills or the City Defense Array, or the chance for their descendants to enter the Cultivation World... These were opportunities countless mortals could only dream of obtaining.

「That night」

After the Emperor and Empress floated back to the Imperial Palace, they still couldn’t quite snap out of their daze. Their hearts had been through so many ups and downs, it felt as if they had experienced a lifetime in a single day.

Aaron Sinclair could only think about his younger sister. Eager to see his precious little sister, he had no intention of lingering. Thus, early the next morning, his family departed from this world.

Before they left, Celeste Grant hugged her son. "Your father and I are heading back first, son. Come find us as soon as you can after you’ve been to the Cunmere Realm."

Aaron Sinclair nodded slightly. "I know, Mother. Don’t worry about me. I’ll come find you as soon as I return to my main body. Take care of yourself while I’m away, Mother." He then looked at his father. "Goodbye, Dad. Take good care of Mom."

Javier Sinclair nodded slightly.

"Mm, come home soon."

"I will."

"Darling, let’s go."

"Mhm."

As they spoke, Javier Sinclair wrapped an arm around Celeste Grant’s waist. With a wave of his hand, a spatial passage appeared before them. The two of them stepped directly inside, and their figures vanished on the spot.

After they left, it was time for Aaron Sinclair to depart as well.

He glanced at the two wintergourds floating beside him. Reaching out, he gave each of them a light bop on the head. "You two, come with me."

Before his awakening, he had sensed something was constantly following him. Later, he saw two talking wintergourds and initially thought he was dreaming. Now that his memories had awakened, Aaron Sinclair recognized what these two wintergourds were at a glance. He even knew who had sent them.

"Let’s go. I’m taking you home."

Bullfrog and Tadpole cheered with joy, circling around Aaron Sinclair excitedly.

"We’re going home! We can finally go home!"

"Wow, the clan leader will be so happy to hear that Master is returning."

"Master, our clan leader has been waiting for you."

"Years ago, the clan leader even went searching for you personally across different worlds. But later, his Cultivation was exhausted, and now he has grown old."

Aaron Sinclair felt a pang of sorrow.

"Mm, I know."

’A thousand years had passed. He was no longer the Everard he once was. Yet Pip, the little one he had casually taken in, had never given up searching for him and was still waiting for his return.’

"Let’s go."

He reached out and tore open a rift in space, then dove inside with Bullfrog and Tadpole. When Aaron Sinclair’s figure appeared again, he had already arrived in the Cunmere Realm.

Looking at the vast world around them, Bullfrog and Tadpole shouted with joy. "We’re back!"

Aaron Sinclair stood in mid-air. He glanced at the two wintergourds flying beside him and said, "You two head back to the clan first. I’ll come find you after my Primordial Spirit Fusion."

Hearing this, neither of the two wintergourds left. Instead, they immediately latched onto his arms, one on each side. Bullfrog and Tadpole shook their heads repeatedly.

"No way, absolutely not."

"We have to stay with Master! Wherever you go, we’ll go! We’re not leaving you!"

"That’s right! If we lose you, how will we explain it to the clan leader?"

"Tadpole and I had such a hard time finding you. We definitely can’t let you go!"

Aaron Sinclair pressed a hand to his forehead. ’I’ve already made it here; it’s not like I’m going to run away now.’ Seeing these two endearingly simple clansmen... he was so touched, he didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He chuckled and said, "You two are really something else. Fine, you can stick with me for now."

"Phew! Okay, Master."

"Right, we’ll follow you."

They had to follow him.

They weren’t the brightest, but they were incredibly single-minded.

Aaron Sinclair paid no more mind to the two wintergourds following him. He found his bearings and flew straight toward the location of his main body.

He transformed into a wisp of black smoke, heading straight for the depths of the earth.

Deep underground lay The Underpalace, the place where he slumbered. Soon, his form materialized beside the Ice Coffin.

Before Aaron Sinclair could speak, Bullfrog and Tadpole, who were right beside him, cried out in astonishment.

"Wah! There are two Masters!"

Aaron Sinclair walked forward, his gaze sweeping over himself in the Ice Coffin.

"This is my main body."