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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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End Of The Emperor Sword Sect?

At this moment, disgust was prevalent in Davis's expression. If previously, he had just been cold from witnessing Ancestor Nereus Shard's shrewdness and cowardliness, right now, he was full of aversion that he couldn't even consider him to be a human.

Davis raised his foot and stomped.

*Bang!~*

Blood splattered, and brain matter spread on the ground, tainting the pristine white floor.

Without even uttering a scream, Ancestor Nereus Shard died under Davis's shoe, his soul being crushed under the weight of a dragon's stomp. In fact, he didn't even expect that the Emperor of Death would refuse to accept his surrender. After all, he, a hegemon, was willing to become a slave, throwing out his dignity and everything to beg for his life and surrender.

What kind of glory was this for the enslaver? Surely, even if he was trash, having him as a slave would be tempting.