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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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Tribulation Ended?

Tia Alstreim cried miserably as she looked at the skies where the heavenly tribulation clouds began to once again rumble to strike her down. She couldn't understand what she had done to deserve this other than acting willful, but was it so sinful that the heavens decided that she must not live?

She dragged her body as she ran on all fours towards the crater over her side before she saw that her big brother remained unmoving while lightning danced on top of him.

"Big brother..."

Her aggrieved voice resounded in a feeble tone. Even though Davis still seemed to hold the golden-black spear tightly while his body kept twitching, he did not seem to hear his little aunt calling out for him.