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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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Under Scrutiny

Clara's fingers trembled before they came to a stop as she turned to look back at Myria.

"What did you say?"

Her eyes flickered with a hint of anger, appearing to stem from the bottom of her heart as she floated into the air, immortal undulations surging from her, one that was at Level Seven Immortal Stage. She was just above Tia in cultivation level as the latter was at Level Six Immortal Stage, but the prowess exuded by Clara prowled all over the hall, causing an overwhelming and authoritative will to descend.

Myria's eyes narrowed as though she smiled, but just before she could speak, Davis raised his hand to stop Clara while turning to look at Myria.

"That's enough. I told you I would thoroughly investigate this matter and give you a suitable response."