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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.

Stardust_Breaker · Oriental
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4061 Chs

Lustrous Skies

Before the broken cracks of space could engulf the dead wind spirit, Davis reached out his hand and concentrated on retrieving the head and the spatial ring. His soul force quickly wrapped around the fleshy remains he required as he severed them with the help of the suction force from the spatial cracks.

The spatial tear was thin yet stretched long and tall as it cleaved the land. Therefore, it quickly stitched back, and the space returned back to normalcy.

Such sharpness left the spirits sucking in a cold breath of air.

How could a Peak-Level Spirit Ancestor who could fight a level above be just killed in one swing?

Even Nightveil, who had just clashed with the third heavenly tribulation lightning, couldn't help but glance at Davis as her eyes shook, her pupils reflecting the unbelievable scene.