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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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4080 Chs

Old Friend

"Nyoran…"

The Kingly Monarch of the Ghostly Crow Lower Realm's gaze flickered as he repeated the name, finding that it sounded pleasing. His gaze was thoroughly scanning her looks, appearing to be charmed, and even though Meili caught a glance at his reaction, she didn't seem to mind.

Instead, even she also sized her up for him with narrowed eyes.

This stunning woman in front of them with the same white pupils and purple hair exuded an air of mystery and elegance as most Ghostly Crows do.

However, the woman remained haughty and overlooking, not bothering to kneel, causing him to smile ever so lightly. Her black robe gracefully draped around her slender figure, accentuating her curves with every subtle movement she made. The fabric flowed like midnight silk, caressing her body and fluttering like the wind.