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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! == Cover Title Edit credits goes to Hesreth! == 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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A Dark Flower

On the precipice of a majestic waterfall, three factions stood, each eying the dark flower with intense desire. The flower exuded an eerie aura that sent shivers down the spine, yet its allure was undeniable, promising untold power to anyone who could harness its secrets.

The first group was the Golden Rose Lower Realm, adorned in robes of vibrant red and gold. Their leader was a beautiful woman, an auburn-haired woman possessing fiery eyes that mirrored the fierce determination burning within her.

Facing them was the Ivory Moon Sanctuary Lower Realm, a group of enigmatic cultivators cloaked in silver and deep purple garments. Their leader was a woman with silver hair who appeared to be a master of illusions and moon-based cultivation techniques. She had a serene expression, appearing to be one with nature.