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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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Return Of The Blood Demoness

"…!"

The wicked path experts of the Blood Pledge Villa suddenly felt an overwhelming chill in their hearts as they looked at the skies. Even the powerhouses trembled from that feminine bellow as they could sense overwhelming killing intent imbued in it.

"Who dares to be so impudent in my Blood Pledge Villa!?"

Abruptly, a red-robed cultivator unnervingly shot into the skies, his expression becoming befuddled with rage as he took out two scimitars in each hand and brandished them at the black-robed figure standing unarmed. His undulations could be instantly recognized, hovering at the Low-Level Law Rune Stage.

The black-robed figure merely raised their brows, recognizing that the red-robed man hurling at them was from the same school of weapon arts as they dual-wielded.