Divine Emperor of Death-Novel



"Powerful… but not enough…"

Lea uttered in a calm voice, causing the crimson-robed man before her to feel constricted.

*Clack~* *Clack~*

All four of his limbs were dislocated from the shoulder and the elbows and knees, causing him to be unable to move his body. His gaze shuddered in fear, sensing that an Emperor-Tier existence was casually restraining him, a Heavenly Monarch.

When had he ever suffered such a fate back in his home, where almost everyone respected him?

Now, even a fellow disciple was dead under the claws of an Emperor-Tier death-attributed wolf whom he couldn't understand the heads or tails of.

Where had these people appeared from, and why did none of them have information on them, considering the fact that they seemed to be extremely powerful!?

He was full of regret for having made the first move, thinking that they could kill their opponents even if he was powerful. After all, it was five against one!

Even a more powerful Heavenly Monarch would have trouble against them and wouldn't be able to capture, much less defeat them if they attacked together, so he couldn't understand.

How under the heavens, this purple-robed man with a seamless, intangible-like aura managed to subdue two of them and ended up killing one and capturing two more with his teammates was beyond him, shutting down most forms of resistance in his mind.

It wouldn't be exaggerated to say the three others who were alive were feeling the same thing while Eiren was still unconscious.

"You're not escaping with your soul? In that case, you better stay down, or else you'll meet your end painfully."

Lea warned.

In truth, despite her prowess that reached eight levels higher, she was finding it a bit difficult to have this person constricted using Space Laws, feeling that it was no wonder Nadia didn't play and killed her opponent. Most likely, she garnered that Nadia killed her opponent before he could unleash a life-threatening attack.

Otherwise, with how powerful Nadia was, she garnered that she would let him remain alive for one of their goals, which was to collect as much information as possible about this world. After all, any one of their opponents' sound mind were valuable.Follow current s on ɴovelꜰɪre.ɴet

Davis held the alchemist's head in his grasp.

"No…"

Of course, the alchemist was still alive despite the incapacitated head, trembling in Davis's grasp. He could sense that his soul force was completely suppressed under this man's grasp, who was nothing but a Level Seven Immortal King, causing him to reel in disbelief, not to mention his head was also resting on the pitch-black curved blade, adding fuel to his fear as he still felt a searing cold over his severed neck, disallowing him to speak.

"What, no? You had your chance to perform a simple exchange of information when I offered."

Davis coldly spoke.

It would still be fine if they unleashed some paltry attacks to measure him, but they went for the kill multiple times. Their actions were unforgivable.

Just as he was about to use the Mind Sea Extraction Mirage, a soul-scouring technique he had practically reached a masterful level in, Myria arrived beside him.

"I'll do it. You'll mess it up."

When he turned to look at her, he saw that she was holding the forgemaster in a cage made up of soul force, having put him to sleep with her Light Laws.

"Me? Messing up soul-scouring?" Davis raised his brows, his tone challenging.

However, Myria shook her head.

"I didn't mean your skills are lacking, but you're untrained with the structure of a transcendent cultivator's soul. Unlike the Immortal Cultivation Path that was adapted from the magical beasts and perhaps the spirits, the Transcendent Cultivation Path was said to be adapted from the Seraphim Race."

"Seraphim Race…"

Davis repeated as he recalled these words from the Celestial Transcendent. He saw that Myria was quite knowledgeable, but how far did she know about the Transcendent Cultivation Path? He asked.

"The Transcendent Cultivation System?" Myria spoke indifferently, "It was introduced around thirty billion years ago from the time I was alive. The immortal scholars in that era were finally able to interpret the Seraphim Race's cultivation path, adapting it to suit their own. Still, it was practically unknown at that time and even after several billion years until a certain individual reached the apex in it and became heaven's true favored child."

'The Celestial Transcendent…!'

Davis's heart leaped, but sensing her tone sounding a bit better, as though she was reminiscing, he came to understand that Myria sure did know the Celestial Transcendent, perhaps even looking up to him.

"After that, the Transcendent Cultivation System was slowly yet surely becoming widespread, but even while I was alive, people still used the immortal grading system, but now, it seems like it is no longer the case."

Myria continued, "Considering that one of these people addressed the Rising Human Lower Realm as the Abandoned Immortal Lower Realm, I'd say the human race had finally come to terms with abandoning the Immortal Cultivation System, marking their advent, although I don't know how many years has it been since the time I died but if we were to go by the time elapsed in the First Haven World elapsed, I would say that it's no more than a few million years."

"Is it possible that all of this happened in a few million years?"

"Why not? A few million years is a short time compared to billions, but it's still a long period where trillions of cultivators would be born and meet the end of their lives. While I was alive, the popularity of the Transcendent Cultivation Path was already at its peak, and many youngsters chose to adopt it because it gave them an advantage over any immortal cultivator of the same level. This transition was bound to happen, so I'm not surprised."

Davis turned confused, "Then why did you choose the Immortal Cultivation Path again?"

"Because the Transcendent Cultivation Path is not suitable for Anarchic Divergents, not to mention combining all three cultivation systems without absolute compatibility, is practically suicide for me. At the very least, it will not be achievable until I finish my Eternal Life Body Physique."

"…"

Davis listened to her explain through soul transmission, feeling some relief as he felt like he didn't need to consider the Transcendent Cultivation Path anymore.

"Does this mean the Seraphim are favored more by the heavens?"

Myria nodded, "Every single one. After all, they're the firstborn of this universe."

"Ah…"

Davis felt shocked at Myria's claim. Not magical beasts? Not spirits? It was the Seraphim Race whom he had yet to lay his eyes on were the true heaven's favored?

"But we humans have still managed to wrest perhaps some favor overall because of that one person, allowing us to grow under his protection while also allowing favored humans like your little sister to be born."

Davis's expression sank, "You mean accursed physiques with mind control imposed on them?"

"That's one way to look at it since we're Divergents, but generally, they've been a great force of good to the world despite their innate arrogance, allowing humans to thrive among the many ridiculously strong races."

"…"

Davis inwardly grumbled. If Myria said that it was the case, then he was inclined to believe it.

Nonetheless, he turned to look at the severed head in his grasp before uttering.

"Then let me explore the structure of the transcendent soul. You should know that I can heal him again and again…"

"…"

Myria's eyes gleamed as she glared at him, causing Davis to purse his lips as he also returned the stare.