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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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Clash Between Transcendent Truth Eyes

The moment Autarch Elluro Coldwing's voice fell, Clara's breath caught in her throat. His voice reverberated through the chamber, each word laced with an undeniable weight. The air around her thickened, and the pressure weighed on her soul like a mountain suddenly appeared on top of it, her Will threatening to bend under the force.

Her mind buzzed, and for a moment, everything blurred as she looked at Autarch Elluro Coldwing.

She felt a foreign yet familiar force slither into her sea of consciousness, twisting and tugging her Will. Its force—authoritative, cold, and relentless— pressed against her Will. It wrapped around her like chains tightening, compelling her to speak.

She gasped, her fingers trembling as her lips involuntarily parted. Words she never wanted to utter began gathering at the tip of her tongue.

"The Divine Emperor of Death is-"

'No!'