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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! == 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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Eternal Twilight Princes

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the clearing where a dark, twisted tree stood at the heart of a giant forest. Its thick branches seemed to claw at the sky, gnarled roots gripping the earth like a monstrous talon. Against its massive trunk, four figures were bound by windy ropes.

The three princes, dressed in black-and-white robes, bore the same regal features—sharp cheekbones, snow-white hair, and princely ornaments that gleamed even in their captivity. Their royal bearing was unmistakable, yet each wore a different expression.

Then, there was the Imperial Advisor, a black-haired man whose face was lined with years of wisdom, who tried to keep his expression neutral but miserably failed as his eyes flickered with fear. His black-white robe also matched that of the princes in bearing, but it lacked status.