Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 1579 – Dead Or Alive?

Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 1579 – Dead Or Alive?

That person’s expression appeared to be painted with a bit of melancholy.

"Owning a pinnacle fickle fate treasure will even get me killed soon, and although you might’ve received my help once, to have kept it for almost forty years... unbelievable. It came off as a pleasant surprise to have seen such a person like you, but it’s a pity that you have to face the same fate as its previous owners. Sigh..."

Their expression faded, replaced with indifference as they saw Davis’s women cry for him. However, they noticed their peculiarity.

"Of course, its presence still changes the fate around, bringing calamity or fortune, I see. Certainly, three people simultaneously awakening true darkness within their souls when something drastic happened in their life is rarely seen even in that universe."

"The body is either attributed to yin or yang, sometimes yin becoming pure yin and yang becoming pure yang. At the same time, the soul is either light or dark, depending upon the true intent of the person, but it’s far more difficult to awaken extremities on both sides. Their souls have mutated now to be highly harmonious with darkness."

"This Soul Empress almost awakened the true darkness in her soul upon losing her grandson but couldn’t, yet three of his women managed to do it at the same time?"

"Losing a loved person would not simply awaken it. It is the deep reluctance, immense self-disappointment, and pure hatred against the world when losing that loved person to the unjustness that would awaken it. The kinder and forgiving the soul is, the harder it will fall into darkness when encountering a situation like this..."

"However, I refuse to believe they awakened true darkness by themselves. If it’s not Grimoire of Fate’s influence, then what is?"

That person shook their head, not able to tell whether this was luck or calamity for them. Their expression seamlessly returned to being indifferent as they reached out their hand.

"Since you would no longer deem him to be your master, come back..."

An invisible force swelled inside Davis’s empty upper dantian, which is supposed to host the soul sea.

"...!?"

"Mhm? You refuse to heed my call?"

That person became confused before their eyes widened.

"He is still alive? How is this possible? His soul sea collapsed, and his soul should have shattere-"

They suddenly went silent. After that short pause, they nodded.

"I see, so that’s how it is..."

As if realizing what had happened, their arm was dropped before she gazed above, looking at the swirling dark light.

"Time is no longer on my side. Should I rely on this person the Grimoire of Fate chose out of all the people it has a semblance of fate with, or is it folly to do so...?"

A question came out of their mouth as if they expected someone to answer it, but no sound came as a reply.

"This is ludicrous. Placing my fate also on someone else’s hand is folly, yet I have no choice but to do it because I discerned I have little to no fate with the Grimoire of Fate. If I had known this before, I would’ve never tried to obtain it."

That person looked at Davis’s unmoving body one last time before they disappeared.

On the surface, Sophie returned after collecting the spatial rings, but she didn’t do anything with the corpses. Instead, she arrived near Davis and fell to her knees, simply staring at him with vengeance fueling in her heart.

Before long, her dried-up eyes started shedding tears again over her expressionless face. The sorrowful wails around her echoed by her sisters were so disturbing that they kept making her tremble, causing her to be unable to concentrate on that hatred. She felt herself caving into despair but tried her very best to keep herself composed.

Grand Elder Krax Alstreim looked at his granddaughter’s expression twist in both fury and sorrow. He couldn’t help but not look at her anymore as he felt his heart twist out of pain.

Mival Silverwind also clenched his teeth in immense frustration.

Today, how could they have lost such a heaven-defying genius?

"To have killed so many powerhouses and even two Peak-Level Ninth Stage Powerhouses, including a powerful Peak-Level Soul Empress when he was nothing but an Eighth Stage youth, he deserves the title; Emperor of Death!"

He spat out as he moved his gaze away, looking at his hand tremble.

What protection? What benefits? In the end, this youth transcended all that and showed him a sight that he would’ve never been able to see in his life otherwise. A sight that he would never be able to forget.

However, he couldn’t help but think what his Alia would think if he said that he let him die.

To his wife, he was still that little lad who extended a saving hand.

What Emperor of Death? He merely wanted to eternalize Davis’s legend at this moment!

At least, that was what any man who performed such a feat and possessed Death Laws should deserve!

No one said anything. No one moved anything or made a move. It was as if the entire Grand Alstreim City became silent from a while ago as only wails of sorrow and grief could be heard.

However, that title yelled by Mival Silverwind became fixed in their hearts as they at least knew his soul force had almost essentially reached the Soul Emperor Stage, capable of suppressing so many powerhouses.

"My son!!!~~~"

In the distance, a woman’s shriek could be heard.

Everyone could feel their hearts tremble as they heard the intense anguish behind it. They didn’t want to even look at her at this moment as guilt overwhelmed them, especially Isabella, as she felt that she let Davis die on her watch.

She could only further cement her face on his chest, not willing to face anybody at this moment as intense sorrow still swelled in her heart, all the while intense regret also flooded.

Claire flew with all her might and landed a few meters away, suddenly stopping to look at her unmoving soon. Behind her, Logan, Diana, Edward, Edgar, Tia, and Lia all followed, looking greatly dumbfounded at the scene.

The projection they watched was blurry from being almost destroyed by Soul Empress Merlight’s Soul Domain. However, they could still see Davis’s head burst into a fountain of blood as his seven orifices bled. Their scalps had turned numb while their hearts had practically lept their throats, but now seeing the group of people surrounding, crying helplessly, Claire felt her soul fly away.

She subconsciously walked towards him, taking four steps forwards when two hands from behind reached out and turned her head towards him.

"It’s not like that..."

Logan said, but his twisted expression that appeared like a forced smile didn’t do him any favor. Claire’s heart trembled as tears fell down before she tried to struggle out of his grasp as she pointed behind.

"Logan... our son... he... he..."

Logan abruptly grasped her in an embrace as he tightly held her, not letting her leave. Feeling her heart drown in despair, Claire used her fists to hit Logan, but he held her tightly and didn’t let her look back.

"Let me go...! Let me go!! I want to see my son! My son is still alive!!! Wahhh!!!!~~~"

She took her anger, rage, sorrow, and despair out on him before crying out loud, tightly embracing as she trembled in pain, weeping as tears flooded down on Logan’s robe. Logan also severely trembled, his soul becoming struck with endless pain that it began to paint itself with darkness just as much as it did for Evelynn, Sophie, and Mo Mingzhi.

Intense hatred flashed through his eyes as she looked at the corpses and their respective powerful responsible for his son’s death.

"Big brother..."

Diana and Edward cried ceaselessly, their expressions twisted in immense pain as they felt their hearts ripped apart.

"Ahhhh!~~~"

Tia was no different as she held her mother Lia and cried out loud, her wails sounding even louder than Diana and Edward’s, almost equalling Claire’s.

The people present couldn’t help but look at Claire and the others.

Were they the dead Davis’s family?

Claire and the others didn’t wear masks, so their faces were plain to see.

By this time, Natalya had also woken up, but she merely clung to Ancestor Tirea Snow as she cried her heart out.

However, at this moment...

*Thump~*

Isabella’s pupils dilated.

She raised her head and looked at Davis in sheer disbelief.

The sound she heard just now... wasn’t it a heartbeat!? Albeit, it was extremely faint and could go as far as to call it inaudible, almost as if she was experiencing an illusion or perhaps she was delusional in hopes that he was still alive.

Suddenly feeling hopeful, she placed her head on Davis’s chest again but could only hear her own heart pound loudly that she had to try to calm it down.

One second, two, five, ten, thirty seconds, and even one minute passed.

There was still no heartbeat, making Isabella shed two tears as she closed her eyes. Her hopes were quickly dashed as the wails from the surroundings kept echoing in her mind.

*Thump~*

However, she heard it again, which severely made her shiver as though she experienced goosebumps.

’His heart... there is a heartbeat!!!’ She inwardly screamed, her sorrowful face turning into one full of excitement.

Isabella instantly stood up and shrugged Evelynn away while holding him in his arms to everyone’s confusion and abruptly shot towards the Purple Guest Palace!

People were dumbfounded by her movements, including Evelynn and the others, when they, close family members, abruptly all received a soul transmission.

"Davis, he...! Husband is still alive! I sensed a heartbeat!"

"!!!?"