Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

They sensed Celeste Grant’s presence and, in unison, looked up at the sky.

"Celeste."

"It’s Celeste."

The two spoke at the same time. Hearing each other’s voice, they exchanged a look of mutual disgust. One of the Javier Sinclairs sneered and said, "Celeste is looking at me."

As soon as he finished, the other Javier Sinclair said dismissively, "She’s obviously looking at me. Stop flattering yourself. Celeste loves me. What does that have to do with a substitute like you?"

The one called a substitute shot him a glance. "What do you mean, ’what does it have to do with you’? Celeste is pregnant with my child right now." His voice was laced with worry as he said this.

The other Javier Sinclair immediately retorted, "We’ve been dormant for a long time. Who knows how Celeste is doing now? Are she and the baby okay? Damn it, this is all your fault. If anything happens to Celeste, I’ll kill you."

"You’re blaming me? If you, her so-called ex-husband, hadn’t suddenly popped up out of nowhere, would I have fallen into this slumber?"

An abrupt silence fell between them.

They looked at each other.

Though they still viewed each other with disdain, the thought of the pregnant Celeste Grant made them realize that continuing like this would solve nothing.

Within Javier Sinclair’s Sea of the Primordial Spirit, two figures reached out their hands.

One of them said, "I do not accept your existence."

The other replied, "I don’t like you either. But for Celeste’s sake, our Primordial Spirits must fuse."

They were deeply worried about Celeste Grant’s condition and, more importantly, they didn’t want to miss their daughter’s birth. The only solution now was Primordial Spirit Fusion—to truly become one person.

The two looked at each other one last time and pressed their palms together. In that instant, within the Sea of the Primordial Spirit, Origin Power swirled around them. A moment later, the two Primordial Spirit figures overlapped and merged into one.

Countless memories flooded his mind: memories from the Cultivation World, from the Demonic Domain, and from his time as the Demon God. They flowed in like a gentle stream until Javier Sinclair remembered everything.

「Meanwhile, in the outside world.」

A golden Demon Seal slowly materialized on the forehead of the meditating Celeste Grant. At the same time, flames wreathed Javier Sinclair’s body as Demonic Qi gathered into a river, flowing around him. In that moment, the meditating Javier Sinclair slowly opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, a flicker of flame appeared in their depths. His once-black eyes had turned gold. They were profound, cold, and as placid as a still lake.

He gently swept his fingers past his eyes, and the gold faded, his pupils returning to their normal black. Now that the Primordial Spirit Fusion was complete, his memories were whole.

’I am the Demon God.’

’I am the Javier Sinclair of the Demonic Domain.’

’And I am the Javier Sinclair of the Cultivation World.’

’I remember!’

Back then, in the Demon Realm, he had already met Celeste Grant.

At that time, Javier Sinclair had used the Mysterious Ancient Mirror to see Celeste Grant fifteen thousand years in the future.

At first, he found it unbelievable that he would become her Taoist Companion and have a son and a daughter with her in the future. His feelings grew even more complex when he learned she was pregnant with his daughter.

She was bright and passionate, calling him The Archfiend one moment and her husband the next. He was always left flustered and at a loss. Initially, Javier Sinclair’s feelings for Celeste Grant were nascent; it was more that he felt he couldn’t just sit by and do nothing, since she was carrying his child—even if it was in the future.

Because of this, he found himself subconsciously thinking of her, wondering how she was doing, and slowly beginning to look forward to meeting her. Javier Sinclair had started to care for Celeste Grant back then, though it was just a faint stirring of his heart at first.

He truly fell for her, and fell in love with her, during his time in the Lower Realm, the Cultivation World.

There, as if by destiny, their lives became intertwined. They gradually fell in love as they spent time together. His relationship with Celeste Grant wasn’t one of earth-shattering drama, but a steady, enduring warmth, like a gentle, flowing stream.

He fell in love with her then, and to this day, Javier Sinclair’s feelings for her haven’t diminished in the slightest. It was because his love was so deep that even after losing his memories, he was drawn to her at first sight upon returning to her side. He even ended up being jealous of himself, creating a non-existent "ex-husband" out of thin air.

While in the Demon Realm, he wanted to know how Celeste Grant and their child were doing, and he secretly watched them a few times. Slowly, he began to look forward to the future, to wait. He waited through the long years for their meeting, and in the end, he even personally created the very Cultivation World she had spoken of.

Once the Cultivation World was born, he, wanting to meet Celeste Grant sooner, split off a part of his Primordial Spirit and sent it there. Meanwhile, Javier Sinclair’s true body slumbered in the Ninefold Abyss of the Demon Realm.

As for how the other Javier Sinclair from the Demonic Domain came to be, the explanation is actually simple. The part of his Primordial Spirit he sent into the Cultivation World was too powerful for the newborn realm to handle. Therefore, he split that portion of his Primordial Spirit in two. One part remained in the Cultivation World, while the other followed the Mysterious Ancient Mirror to another realm, one of a higher level than the Cultivation World.

The Mysterious Ancient Mirror was his Companion Divine Artifact, and because his Primordial Spirit followed it to another realm, a time discrepancy occurred. This was why the Javier Sinclair of the Demonic Domain lived for ten thousand years before he finally met Celeste Grant.

Perhaps it was all fated from the very beginning.

「His memories returned.」

He remembered everything.

"What a twist of fate."

He looked up slightly at the space before him.

Javier Sinclair swept his hand through the air.

An image of Celeste Grant appeared before him. She was looking in his direction, her face etched with worry. When she saw that Javier Sinclair was awake, her expression turned to one of pleasant surprise.

"Javier Sinclair, you’re finally awake?" Her voice was thick with worry, yet tinged with relief. "What’s going on over there? Are you okay?"

Meeting her gaze, the coldness on Javier Sinclair’s face seemed to melt away like ice and snow, replaced by a gentle warmth in his eyes.

He reached out a hand, stroking her head through the empty space, and said in a low voice, "My wife, are you all right?"

His face was filled with guilt.

"I’m sorry!"

As a man who had left his wife and child for so long, Javier Sinclair felt a bitter pang in his heart. "Celeste, I’ve failed you. I wasn’t by your side while you were carrying our child."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant’s eyes reddened.

"You silly fool, don’t say that. We’re husband and wife; we’re supposed to be there for each other. It’s not like you did it on purpose. Don’t you dare apologize to me."

Her words made his heart ache, but an unconscious smile spread across his face. This was his wife—gentle and strong.

Sensing his touch, Celeste Grant paused for a moment, then reached out as if to touch his hand, only to grasp at empty air. She nodded slightly. "I’m fine, don’t worry." She looked up at him. "It’s you I’m worried about."

Javier Sinclair rose from his meditative position. His gaze fixed on her location, and he couldn’t help but ask, "Where are you right now?"