Divine Emperor of Death



The hall's grandeur was simply striking with opulence as the floor marble was squeaky clean and reflective. As they sat on the seats assigned to the guests, they saw the soft glow of ornate chandeliers illuminating the hall space from above while the classic marble pillars adorned with intricate dragon-phoenix carvings soared to the ceiling.

As the guests started to make themselves comfortable, two individuals suddenly appeared from the arched doorways of the hallway.

It was a man and a woman.

The man had silver hair, his light-framed body draped in pristine white robes, and he exuded an ethereal presence that captivated all those who beheld him in their eyes. On top of his silver hair sat a crown that was not so much an adornment but biological, which could mean that he was a spirit fey.

His piercing golden eyes shimmered like polished steel, holding depths of knowledge and kindness that seemed to embrace the world. Every feature was a masterpiece, from the chiseled jawline to the soft curve of his lips that hinted at a gentle smile.

But more than the grace he held, the woman who held his hand was like a celestial beauty who stirred the soul. Her golden hair flowed like liquid sunlight, framing a face adorned with delicate features that seemed sculpted by the hands of the divine. Her silver eyes, pools of warmth and understanding, held a captivating allure that drew others toward her effortlessly.

Her aura shimmered with vibrant light energy, exuding a life-oriented majesty that seemed to breathe vitality into the very air around her.

They instantly caused the Patriarchs who were assembled to stand up and bow their heads.

"At ease, Patriarchs."

The Saint opened his mouth as he waved his hand, causing the Patriarchs to lift their heads up.

None of them were disgruntled as the people they bowed towards were none other than the Saint and Saintess of the Phoenix Alliance, holding longstanding alliance with the Dragon Alliance as well, but more than that, these two were both Peak Immortal Emperors who stayed instead of ascending for a long time, so their seniority was extremely high.

Nonetheless, after they were excused, they returned to their seats.

The Dragon Alliance sat in the west, and the Phoenix Alliance sat in the east.

Davis, Myria, and the others sat on the couch in the south, and the Saint and Saintesses walked towards the couch on the northern side and stood before it.

"We apologize for the trouble Fairy Myria had to go through to get here."

The golden-haired Saintess spoke, her voice making the men present want to cherish her.

"Our attendants were irresponsible in dealing with the guests, not knowing Fairy Myria is one of the top disciples in the Aurora Cloud Gate. However, please don't blame them as we get a lot of invitations and requests to meet us."

"Indeed." The silver-haired Saint nodded, his voice firm yet gentle.

"You didn't even have the need to use the name of the Emperor of Death. In fact, it would've only made us reject your request to meet us as Divergents are usually known as evil and wouldn't be let anywhere near us. However, something changed."

Davis's lips curled, "Saintess Lunaria…"

The Saint saw him utter that name, which made him take a deep breath.

"I still can't believe such a legend is still alive. I have been alive for two million years, but I've never managed to catch even a single glimpse of her graceful self. I feel foolish…"

"Ah~" The golden-haired Saintess cupped her hands before her voluptuous bosoms, "Saintess Lunaria is my fairy goddess. I want to meet her."

Davis had his eyes narrowed as he saw these two behave like children, but glancing at the others and the shock they had on their faces, he could tell that these two didn't usually act like this, and once again, this told him the influence Saintess Lunaria truly held.

How to become an Anarchic Divergent like Saintess Lunaria was beyond him. Myria also felt the same thing.

Even though she was also a Divine Saintess, the treatment nearly wasn't the same. However, she didn't think of it as anything, as this wasn't the true immortal world. Here, the World Master may control things, but in the true immortal world, the World Master couldn't survive for more than a day if she walked out openly.

After all, she was crippled.

Nonetheless, Davis's group was completely disrespectful to the Saint and Saintess as they didn't bother to stand up, and neither did the Patriarchs bother to reprimand them.

For one, how could they reprimand the Emperor of Death? That was equivalent to courting death.

However, the Saint and Saintess didn't seem scared of the Emperor of Death.

They sat but didn't bother to introduce themselves or serve tea to the guests.

This made the atmosphere quite tense as well as awkward for the Patriarchs as they could see the two parties staring at each other.

"An Anarchic Divergent would be killed on sight."

The Saint opened his mouth, "That was the rule from time immemorial. However, you claim you're an exception to this case, and Saintess Lunaria, who is in the Aurora Cloud Gate, doesn't end your life. Is this because you possess life energy?"

"…"

Davis pursed his lips, his expression turning wry, "I'm pretty sure we aren't here to justify my existence. What we're here is for the Luminous Genesis Orchid that's said to be growing in your forest garden in some mini-realm. We've come to obtain that."

"That is something Fairy Myria requested and not you."

The Saint shook his head, "Since you appeared here, we cannot let you go peacefully. If you don't justify your existence, then I will end you once and for all, even if it means the death of my life."

"…"

The Patriarchs had their eyes wide, looking at each other.

"Saint…"

"Silence."

Patriarch Klavius Rocksunder had just spoken when he received a severe reprimand from the Saint, causing him to close his mouth shut.

"That's fine."

Davis raised his feet and crossed his leg against the other with a pompous attitude.

"You, your wife, your children, your descendants, and your attendants. I'll take them all with me to the underworld, disallow them to reincarnate."

"…!"

The Patriarchs shivered, and the Saint's once-gentle gaze became ice-cold.

At this moment, many Ancestors stepped out from the shadows, causing terror to pervade the atmosphere for most.

At the same time, Tanya stood up and lightly unsheathed her sword as she took it out directly from her spatial ring, abruptly causing the atmosphere to chill.

It caused the Ancestors to freeze in place as they felt a cold chill on their necks, feeling like if they took a step closer, their heads might be lopped off.

'High-Level Immortal Emperor Grade Sword!- No, Peak...!?'

Their hearts screamed inwardly, not knowing where this white-robed icy woman was blessed with such a sword.

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