Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4856  Myriaʼs Breakthrough

Having succeeded in connecting her Eternal Life Soul and Eternal Life Body in the Empyrean Vessel, black-white waves of undulations spread forth like mist, encompassing the skies around her into becoming a mystical place.

Unresting souls and other forms of spectral entities were awoken and sent to the reincarnation cycle, similar to the phenomenon that Davis encountered. The life and death aura in the area significantly increased, some flora withering to death, and some flora teeming with life, but they all reached a cycle, dying and reviving as though hundreds of years had passed.

However, Myria didnʼt seem to awaken yet.

Her myriad lives came to her, yet she carried only one, witnessing the lives of the incarnations.

From the beginning to the current moment, she had only been Myria and no one else. Not a single one of her incarnations seemed to be herself in the making, not even her first incarnation, Mirei Raos, or her last incarnation, Ellia.

This greatly exonerated Myria, making her feel refreshed amidst the breakthrough.

It seemed like they were all her soul sisters or soul daughters, an offshoot that came off from her due to her incomplete cycle of the Eternal Life Soul. It should be the same for Davis, who came out of her soul. Although it was hard to pinpoint what they were to her due to her creating them through her physique, she didnʼt care anymore.

They carried her life and soul, ultimately belonging to her- he belonged to her.

With such a renewed thought- her lips couldnʼt help but curl with a hint of possession.

She didnʼt seem to have a past life either, as though her soul was created anew, like a primordial soul of the legends, but not so exaggerated, since all souls that were formed earlier in the universe canʼt be primordial souls.

With a thought, she carried on with Soul Severance and accepted all there is to it, consolidating her Soul Quintessence.

As a result, her soul grew more powerful.

”Youʼre mine.”

But as she formed the Soul Quintessence, like a tumor that swelled out of nowhere, Accursed Warlock Fraser Herrionʼs voice echoed in her soul sea.

Myria quivered ever so lightly, but she reacted quite calmly to the situation.

”Iʼm already aware of your tricks and malediction techniques.”

She brought her hands close together, extending two fingers up in both hands as she clasped one over another.

Her black-white reincarnation wheel brimmed with a strange undulation, but it was converging into her soul, refining it.

Because she accessed her soul that was far off in the past, which was haunted and plagued by the Accursed Warlock, it carried trauma, and due to the trauma from the evil, it carried the maleficent Will of the Accursed Warlock.

Just like he could know if someone was talking about him just by them uttering his name, the mental injuries left by him also let him know in a similar way, allowing him to breach through the realm of the soul and inherently harm the person.

His Malediction Laws were extremely terrifying in this regard, giving his enemies no space to rest.

”…?”

In the distance, the Frostcloud Sword Empress noticed something strange.

Accursed Warlock suddenly seemed to disappear from this place. No, his body was still here, but his Will abruptly seemed lacking, making her eyes squint and doubt if it was an avatar of some kind, but she still sensed that he was the true body.

However, feeling something bad occurring, she moved first.

Her sword move was as silent as a drifting snowflake.

There was no sword light, no roaring intent, only an imperceptible chill that slipped through space itself. The Frostcloud Sword Empress took a single step forward, icy-blue robes fluttering as though stirred by a winter tide, and the world around her dropped several degrees in an instant.

The battlefield froze in an instant.

A translucent frost appeared along the spatial layers as though ice encapsulated a mirror, sealing trajectories of retreat and suppressing all momentum. The pressure forced the Accursed Warlockʼs body to stagger half a step, his brows knitting together as his divided focus was disrupted.

Because he was appearing from the past using the Soul Severance phenomenon of Myriaʼs breakthrough and her soul essence of the past that he possessed, he was successfully able to get into her soul without anyone noticing except Myria.

All that was left was to possess and lead Myria out of her, but unexpectedly, she could resist.

Because the soul essence and the Soul Severance Phenomenon were related to a myriad of Heavenly Laws or rules, he couldnʼt use Exalt strength, or it would unleash a Divine Punishment Tribulation on him. Hence, he kept his strength at the Empyrean Stage when he intruded into Myriaʼs soul.

What shouldʼve been easy appeared hard, but even more infuriating was that the Frostcloud Sword Empressʼs sword was right at his throat.

Yet before her blade could fully descend-

*Crack!~*

A pitch-black fissure tore open in front of the Accursed Warlock.

It was not a spatial rupture but a calamitous phenomenon known as netherfall.

From the fissure stepped a figure clad in layered black robes that seemed to drink in light, their edges frayed like shadows gnawed by oblivion. His face was obscured by a veil of dim gray mist, but beneath it glowed two eyes, dull, ancient, and utterly inhuman.

The Frostcloud Sword Empressʼs pupils flickered.

”A Level Nine Exalt Nether Devilarch…?”

The Nether Devilarch raised one hand, and the frost-covered space shattered like a mirror.

It didnʼt occur violently but slowly.

The frozen spatial layers unraveled into black ash, devoured by surging nether currents that poured outward like a tide of endless night. The Frostcloud Sword Empress was forced to slide backward, her feet carving deep lines into the ground as her sword rang sharply, ice and nether energy colliding in a screech that made even distant cultivators wince.

”Crush!” Jaiyan commanded, his mandate energy exploding at the remaining two beasts.

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He turned to look at his senior sister and knew she might need help, so he quickly crushed the beasts using his inverted-heavenly authority and descended to their battlefield.

”Crush!” Jaiyan commanded, his mandate energy exploding at the remaining two beasts.

He turned to look at his senior sister and knew she might need help, so he quickly crushed the beasts using his inverted-heavenly authority and descended to their battlefield.

”Not so fast!”

But Wicked Tamer Jaxon Harrow kept him at bay, summoning more beasts.

Jaiyanʼs expression turned unsightly.

There was no way a new villain like Wicked Tamer would possess so many True Exalt Beasts!

The Frostcloud Sword Empress took a step back after their clash ended. Evidently, taking on a Nether Devilarch with a touch body that was at the layer limit wasnʼt going to be easy. For the first time, she guessed they were outnumbered, but that didnʼt bring a change to her expression.

”Nether Devilarch. You have two seconds to leave. After that, donʼt blame me for being ruthless.”

The Frostcloud Sword Empress took a sharp stance, her gaze turning serene and her expression warm and gentle.

The Nether Devilarchʼs head tilted slightly, ”Donʼt misunderstand. I have no loyalty to the insect behind me, but my task is simple: to delay you all while he harvests his target. You can wait it out because youʼre not getting pas- past… me…”

Only at the end of the sentence did the Nether Devilarch suddenly realize his neck was some distance away, falling down as his head seemed to be floating by itself. Abruptly, the terrifying icy sword intent pierced through his soul.

At the same time, a terrifying wave of crescent sword light made its way to Accursed Warlock and Vile Enchanter, greatly alarming them.

”Frigid Veil Sword, Fifth Style - Silent Devil.”

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