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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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Hiding Ancestor

*Whoosh!~*

Davis appeared in a dark world.

The space was empty and fully covered in darkness. The air was cold, and the surface was a dirt ground.

Davis wondered if he was in a cave within the mini-realm before he shrugged and moved ahead as he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But a few moments later, he realized the light didn't come from the end of the tunnel but came from the center of a vast space within the tunnel.

It was like he entered a dome, and the ceiling was populated by glittering stalactites, making it quite the starry oddity.

However, his gaze was on the crimson-white-robed middle-aged man who was seated on a stone by the campfire, throwing pieces of carved wood onto it like a mortal trying to keep a fire ablaze.

"You're here."

The middle-aged man turned to look at him.