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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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For The Greater Good

"Sophie is on the fifth floor in the Blazing Dawn Illumination Formation." Shirley responded to Davis's question, "Ideally, I advise not disturbing her as I figure she's in the junction of entering the Emperor Soul Stage because her Solitary Soul Avatar is also unable to be contacted as I contacted earlier."

"I see."

Davis held the pitch-black scythe with some emotion as he rubbed on its curved blade and felt the sharp edge with his finger as he traced, comprehending that the artisanship was also oozing out to his liking. Sophie certainly knew of the shape of the armaments he preferred as they had talked about it before, so the pitch-black scythe was practically made for him in every way possible.

"When she comes out, tell her I said she's forbidden to forge or cultivate for an entire week. That sweet girl works too hard..."