Divine Emperor of Death

Davis inwardly gave off a sigh before he told Elder Seylas to swear to the heavens to not leak his identity.

The latter instantly did so causing Davis to take a problem of his mind, however, Davis didnʼt let his guard down. This elder in front of him had lived for over 1,800 years. He might know how to bypass the swear he made on his heart.

Davis condensed a pure yellow light which shot into Elder Seylasʼs soul, causing the latter to shudder in fear of death.

”I have placed a binding on you. If you ever try to divulge my identity to other people someday, I will come to know of it.”

Davis solemnly spoke as his eyes emitted daggers at Elder Seylas. He then took the letter and disappeared from the small room.

Elder Seylasʼs back fell on the ground as he tried to breathe heavily even though there was enough air in his lungs.

ʼHow terrifying! This little monster has such methods to know if I have reneged on my words.ʼ

This feeling turned intense when he realized that the pure yellow light that shot into his soul disappeared, making him unable to trace it even though it was in his soul.

His face broke out into an ugly smile as he thought, ʼI managed to court death again, but! I came out alive as always! Phew... Begging always works...ʼ

Nevertheless, if Davis knew that Elder Seylas had derived such a philosophy to survive, then he wouldʼve puked blood right there.

However, Davis didnʼt have such mystical methods to just know if the other party had divulged his identity.

It was only a lie, however, the psychological cue he had planted in Elder Seylas will remain effective, rendering Elder Seylas incapable of divulging his identity unless he is not afraid of death or able catch on to his lie.

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While being in the ʼDark Concealing Shroud Artʼ state, Davis exited the Thousand Pill Association and sighed in exasperation. What he came to obtain wasnʼt available but he managed to find the person who probed him at that time.

Tina Roxley...

He took the letter out and saw that it was a sealed parchment. It meant that no one had read it after it had been sealed.

Davis felt increasingly curious and opened the letter after he had torn the seal by utilizing his cultivation.

[

Alchemist Scythe, I know you would think less of me after you hear that I killed my own father.

However, I can only say that he deserved it.

Fate let us meet twice...

If it lets us meet again...

-Tina Roxley

]

Davis became stunned!

If it lets us meet again... What?

ʼWhat is she going to do? Kill me?ʼ Davis inwardly sneered.

Then he looked back at the first two sentences.

These sentences seemed as if she was trying to explain herself to him but also looked like she wasnʼt willing to reveal much.

Nevertheless, he knew exactly why through Elder Seylasʼs narrative.

ʼIndeed, if her father was like that, then he did deserve being poisoned by his own daughter...ʼ

However, he felt like he still couldnʼt understand her motives to know about him.

What was she really up to?

ʼTina Roxley... huh...ʼ

He shook his head and etched this name in his memory, but instantly moved it to the back of his mind since thinking about it was useless as it seemed that she had left this territory.

He then took out a messaging talisman from his spatial ring and sent some transmissions into it but received no reply.

Sighing gently, he took another mask from his spatial ring and held it beside the mask he had been wearing, pointing out to his identity as Alchemist Scythe.

In an instant, the masks switched place out in the open, however, he wasnʼt worried since he doubted if normal cultivators would even be able to discover his presence.

He kept the previous mask in his spatial ring and headed in a direction.

With his Soul Sense spread out in the streets, it didnʼt take him long to find out his destination.

In half an hour, he casually walked in the streets and arrived at the destination.

A small-sized residence just as the one he bought came into his view, however, the residence screamed that it was not one of Asian origin but European origin in terms of architecture.

With only a bit of change, it would resemble the medieval European architecture from Planet Earth.

Davisʼs eyes twitched at Drakeʼs preferences. He was not looking down on Drake but realized the latterʼs intention to openly contact people from Earth.

Anyone with a little bit of knowledge in Earthʼs architecture would be able to notice the difference, and in so, initiate contact with the owner of the residence.

In the cultivation world, there were n number of architectures which left the artisans confused, so they would usually listen to the requirements of the owner of the property or land to construct the appropriate framework and structure for them.

So, even in this Royal Xuan City, there were different types of architecture making one imagine that each residence belongs to a family with different sets of cultures.

However, it wasnʼt the truth.

Culture in terms of architecture was no longer prevalent because the techniques that the artisans learned no longer catered to one style or culture but the need to stay different.

After all, most people didnʼt want their residence looking the same as their neighbors or people of status so as to not offend them. In case if someone had built their own royal palace, then they would be courting death from the Royal Family.

Davis took a step forward and looked at the garden in front of him, blocked by the fence-styled gates. He saw some servants catering to the needs of the garden before they spotted him.

One of them signaled a person before another person ran to the gate before opening it.

”Sir, I apologize. The master of this residence is no longer here and has left the city.”

”Drake Blackburn?” Davis tried to probe.

The servant nodded his head but then hesitantly asked, ”Sir, can I know your name?”

Davis was about to lie but then realized that Drake couldʼve left something for him the same as Natalya.

”My name is Davis Loret.”

The servantʼs eyes lit up before he excitedly laughed. He then realized that he had lost control and quickly shut up.

He opened the gates and gestured, ”Please...”

Davis slightly hesitated for a moment before he walked in, his steps were soft, ready to quickly respond to ambush or aggression.

After they walked on the pathway for a bit, the servant froze.

”Please wait...” The servant bowed as a form of respect before running into the residence.

Davis raised his eyebrows thinking that this servant was clumsy. Why did he invite him inside if he wasnʼt going to let him into the residence?

Davis just inwardly shook his head as he waited patiently for a minute.

The servant came to him running in an enthusiastic momentum before stopping before him. In his hands was a parchment that was scrolled but had a circular stamp making him unable to open it see its contents without breaking the seal open.

This was a parchment sealed with an inscription, just like the one Tina Roxley had given him.

The servant handed him the parchment and he proceeded to break the seal.