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Divine Emperor of Death

Tian Long, an orphan without much of a life in both his thirty year long life and lifespan! To him, a single opportunity was displayed to transmigrate into another world with his Death Book! "What's this? Is this the body of a three year old? Davis? Is this my name from now on?" Finding himself possessing a small child, he becomes inwardly conflicted before he faces the truth and his reality! Young Davis finds himself as the legal heir, the Crown Prince of the Loret Empire in the Grand Sea Continent, becoming a powerful cultivator in a short time... However, is that all? Follow his journey as Young Davis becomes a full fledged death's advocate while embodying into the Divine Emperor of Death in the world of cultivation! "Mn? The route to become the Emperor is a given? Nah, I still don't want it..." "Oh? I'm courting death you say? Unfortunately for you, death is already my woman..." == Almost 200,000 words (Around 170 Chapters) available for free! == English isn't my main language, so please bear with it if you found some mistakes. == Want to see more official art of the story and discuss the story with others? Join the Discord! Discord and support links https://discord.gg/xcqXR6p https://www.patreon.com/stardust_breaker == Power Stones Ranking (Updated : 29th September 2022) 16th so far Golden Ticket Ranking: 11th so far Other than this, I'm planning for individual mass releases as well but don't rely on it.

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Freezing Bed

*Gasp!~*

The crowd had their breathing suppressed at that moment, wondering what would happen, only to see Young Palace Master Faus Lanate become encased in ice by Natalya's quick attacks that they couldn't even see how she was forming all of them within the span of a few seconds.

All they literally saw was a raging man furiously attacking the woman before he became frozen inside a clear chunk of ice. Even now, there was no change of expression on his face, seeming to be brimming with cruelty and hatred.

Natalya's dainty legs moved towards the side as she looked at her own piece of her art as though she had created a painting, catching the moment where Faus Lanate's expression was warped with craziness and his lips curved with pure malice, his hand curving in an arc, reaching out to her give a humiliating slap, except it had failed.