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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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Good Old Friend

"These peaches from the temple orchard are divine. I swear they get sweeter every year!"

"No argument there. And speaking of sweetness, did you hear about Core Disciple San-li and Core Disciple Ran?"

"They were seen strolling by the lotus pond together last night. I think there might be something blossoming between them."

"Ah, young love! It's a beautiful thing. But let's hope they don't get too distracted from their training."

"Well, love can be a powerful motivator. Maybe it will make them even more dedicated to their practice."

On an island, there was a group of disciples relaxing in a serene corner of the turn-way. They sat on a large stone bench, enjoying the warmth of the sun filtering through the branches of ancient trees like they were under a canopy as they chatted.