Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

That night.

The Demonic Domain celebrated with wild revelry...

It was on this very night that a figure descended upon this world. She came from the Immortal Realm—a princess of the Golden Crow Clan.

A Golden Crow, wreathed in flames, flew slowly across the horizon.

This power.

It was immense.

"What is that?"

Wherever the Golden Crow passed,

the cultivators of the Immortal Domain who witnessed the sight felt a tremor so violent it seemed their very souls would shatter. They had only glanced up for a moment before blood streamed from their eyes, blinding them instantly.

"Ah... my eyes."

"It’s a Golden Crow."

"My eyes!"

Their bodies shuddered, and they fell uncontrollably to their knees, unable to move. They were left as nothing more than trembling figures. In the Immortal Domain, they were considered quite powerful, but before the Golden Crow, they were no different from ants.

"I can’t move."

"I can’t see! AHHH..."

As the cultivators clutched their eyes and screamed in agony, a voice echoed from the heavens. It was a woman’s voice, filled with disdain and arrogance. "A pack of ants. As if you are worthy of looking upon me."

As the voice faded, the Golden Crow’s silhouette vanished over the horizon.

Meanwhile, in a remote corner of the Immortal Domain,

there was a cultivator family—the Ward Family. In the vast Cultivation World, the Ward Family was just one among tens of thousands, a small and unremarkable clan. And it was here that the Golden Crow descended.

When the Golden Crow appeared, the cultivators in the area saw it. Overwhelmed by its immense pressure, they were paralyzed and forced to their knees one by one.

"Is the Patriarch of the Ward Family present?"

The voice rang out.

A crushing pressure enveloped the entire Ward Family estate.

Hearing the voice, the Patriarch of the Ward Family led his entire clan out to receive the visitor, trembling with fear. Among the cultivators in the welcoming party, the female cultivator standing beside the patriarch was the eldest daughter of the Ward Family, Eve Ward.

She was the mother of Jocelyn Grant from the Lower Realm, and the Patriarch of the Ward Family was her father, Ethan Ward.

The Patriarch of the Ward Family was a Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivator, but his daughter’s cultivation was slightly higher. She had already passed her Heavenly Tribulation and reached the Earth Immortal Realm. She was also the next heir of the Ward Family.

Even the Patriarch of the Ward Family, who was not particularly worldly, knew that such terrifying pressure could only come from Empyria. The visitor’s status was surely extraordinary, so addressing them as "Immortal" couldn’t be wrong. Anyone who descended from Empyria, regardless of their identity, was someone they could not afford to offend.

Cultivators regarded mortal lives as worthless as weeds, and in the eyes of the truly powerful from Empyria, those same cultivators were no different. The slightest misstep could lead to annihilation. This was not the first time such a thing had happened.

There was once a War God from Empyria who descended to the Lower Realm for his tribulation, causing a female cultivator there to suffer endlessly while bearing his triplets. In the end, when he returned to Empyria, he didn’t take her with him.

"We humbly welcome you, Immortal."

"We were not aware of your arrival, Immortal. Please forgive our failure to greet you properly."

The Patriarch of the Ward Family led his clansmen in a respectful kowtow.

Just then, a figure materialized in the sky. It was a woman of stunning, bewitching beauty, yet her eyes held a cold arrogance. She had a slender figure, and her attire was magnificent: a golden dress and a golden hairpin. At that moment, a pair of golden, flaming wings flared out from her back.

The moment she appeared, the eyes of every cultivator present were fixed upon her. A look of sheer amazement appeared in their eyes. The female cultivators, in particular, were envious, stunned by her beauty.

The instant she saw her, Eve Ward, who had been kneeling on the ground, shot to her feet in shock. She stared at the figure that had materialized in the air.

She could never mistake that face.

It was her Jocelyn.

That was her daughter.

"Jocelyn."

She reached out a hand, her face a mask of excitement and disbelief.

Eve Ward stumbled forward. "Jocelyn, is that you?" She looked at the powerful figure, her eyes filled with pride and excitement. "Are you really my Jocelyn? Jocelyn, it’s Mom... It’s your mother! I thought you were dead."

Her voice caught in her throat as she spoke.

"My daughter, you’re still alive."

"I thought I’d never see you again. I’m so happy to see you alive... I’m just so happy."

She was truly overjoyed.

Her eyes grew hot, and tears began to fall.

Eve Ward held out her arms.

"Quick, let your mother hold you."

When she first heard of her daughter’s death, the grief had been unbearable. To avenge her, she had sent a clone to the Lower Realm to kill Celeste Grant. But unexpectedly, the clone was destroyed, and her own Divine Soul had been damaged as a result. She still hadn’t fully recovered.

The figure in the air was indeed Jocelyn Grant. However, her current cultivation and power were a world apart from what they once were. She was no longer the Jocelyn Grant of the past.

’I am the princess of the Golden Crow Clan, and my father is a Divine Monarch of Empyria. As for this woman, Eve Ward, she was merely a temporary mother I needed in the Lower Realm.’

’When this woman was pregnant, the fetus in her womb was stillborn. I am not her real daughter. For me to condescend to be her daughter for a lifetime was her great fortune. From now on, she can no longer presume to be my mother.’

With that thought, she spoke. "Insolent! I am the princess of the Golden Crow Clan. My father is a Divine Monarch of Empyria."

The moment she spoke, an invisible pressure bore down on Eve Ward, who had been standing. Her body felt heavy, and she collapsed to her knees. She trembled, her face pale with terror. The pressure was horrifying; she felt that with a single word, the princess could obliterate her Divine Soul, wiping her from existence.

Jocelyn said she was the princess of the Golden Crow Clan, and her father was a Divine Monarch of Empyria. ’Then she really isn’t my daughter... not my Jocelyn.’

’How can there be such a coincidence? That face is clearly Jocelyn’s. If she isn’t my daughter, why does she look so much like her? They’re practically identical, aside from that innate, noble air.’

’Perhaps... it’s really just a resemblance.’

A princess of Empyria, and the daughter of a Divine Monarch at that—this was not someone she could afford to offend. Thinking this, Eve Ward kowtowed respectfully and said, "I was mistaken. Please forgive me, Princess."

It wasn’t just Eve Ward; the Patriarch of the Ward Family and the other clansmen were also terrified by this exchange and hurriedly begged for mercy. "Forgive us, Princess! Spare our lives, Princess!"

Jocelyn Grant, hovering in the air, felt this was only natural. ’These lowly ants from the Lower Realm are only fit to kneel at my feet.’

"I will let it go this time. If there is a next time, I will not be so lenient. You may rise."

Although she had told them to rise,

"Thank you, Princess."

"Thank you, Princess."

no one present dared to get up.

The Patriarch of the Ward Family spoke with a pious expression, "We do not know what business has brought you to our humble Ward Family, Princess, but we are willing to go through fire and water to serve you."

A princess from Empyria descending upon a small place like theirs surely meant she had a task for them. After all, a princess wouldn’t deign to handle trivial matters herself. ’Perhaps this is the Ward Family’s chance to rise.’