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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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My Soul Sense Is Always Active

While returning, Natalya sighed as she didn't think she could instantly withhold the animosity she had for her little sister after this event.

It was like, her hatred for the latter was a lie in the first place. She quickly returned to Davis's room and saw him cultivating. 

She didn't say anything but just removed her mask and watched his young look in admiration.

She had maids serving her before in the past and the reality placed before her left her laughing at the irony of her own fate.

But she was thankful that there was at least a person who was not unscrupulous beyond means, saving her from that cruel fate.

'Part of the reason why he had saved me was maybe that he had felt pity for me...' Natalya thought, contemplating why he had saved her from that place.

She then remembered that at that time, she had wet herself from fear, causing her face to turn into a blush.