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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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Meeting Aila

Davis heard the melodious voice of the petite young woman with long, flowing pink hair that fell in loose waves around her face.

She hovered to him while the cloudy cloak around her neck appeared like cotton candy swayed along with her movements.

Her almond-shaped eyes were a mystical amethyst color that pulled one in to the depths of her heart, and draped in a soft pink silk dress with intricate red cherry embroidery, her outfit completely matched her hair accessory adorned with delicate silk flowers.

She looked like a fairy out of a painting, her presence able to cause everyone around her to be breathtaken. However, his anarchic presence commanded much more attention, inducing tension and nervousness in their hearts.

He could see everyone was worried about Fairy Aila Cherryweave, afraid he would do something to her.

"Divine Emperor of Death. Forgive my ignorance, but can I know for what reason you are here exactly?"