Divine Emperor of Death

Ellia opened her eyes and sensed the soul seal floating in her. It had completely sealed her Soul Forging Cultivation, but she also felt that she could destroy or even unravel it if she wanted to.

In her opinion, this was too much of a low-level Spirit Formation, but with her on guard, she believed that she could stop Myria.

"Ahahaha." Davis suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, "Foolish Ellia. Since I've now sealed your Soul Forging Cultivation, how will Myria protect you!? You're completely mine!"

"Yeah," Ellia lightly smiled, "Playing the fool and teasing me. I missed it a lot…"

"Uh…"

Davis's laughter froze as he became flabbergasted at Ellia's gentle yet nostalgic look. He couldn't help but rub his head and turn away, thinking about something else.

'After separating Ellia's soul, there was also the matter of a physical body. Yes…'

He couldn't help but quickly change the topic, afraid that he would kiss her on an impulse.

"Can't you use avatar techniques and transfer your soul to it. Your soul will be still connected to the avatars, so-

"No!" Ellia decisively shook her head, "No avatar technique is useful to us. Everything fails as our soul is different than any human, extremely unique that there is only one. She even tried making an avatar technique specifically for us, but it ended up failing, giving us a soul injury."

Davis was completely floored. Myria even created an avatar technique? His lips couldn't help but twitch.

"What about a soul body? Surely, you should be able to conjure one."

Ellia nodded, "Our soul body was in the Eastern Magical Beast Territories, conquering it while foraging resources while we are away. However, with our soul becoming exhausted and Myria who controlled it fainting, it effectively disappeared."

"Wait, you cannot control the soul body?"

Ellia nodded her head, "I tried but couldn't no matter what."

Davis paused before he nodded. The more he heard from Ellia, the more it seemed like it was truly Myria's body and soul. Myria was free while there was a bunch of restrictions on Ellia. This was truly angering to him, but he remained helpless about it as they were from their situation.

As for soul bodies, they were just an extension of the consciousness and not an integral. Unlike avatars, soul bodies disappear when the main body faints. Therefore, after Myria lost connection with the soul body, it seemed that it had evaporated into thin air.

'But damn, Myria had a trump card left, but she failed to use it… Is it because that sealed space cut off the connection with her soul body? Yes, that should be it…'

Davis also felt his connection with his avatar disappear once he entered the sealed space. However, Evelynn's third eye was miraculously able to keep him connected, so he wasn't worried at that time.

"Actually, when we saw that you might have an Eternal Life Soul Physique, we felt sympathy towards you. After all, you can never die with this accursed physique even after dying, becoming only capable of reincarnation with luck so bad that you would meet a tragedy sooner or later."

Ellia continued with a somber voice.

"At the same time, it caused us to stress because if someone else possessed this physique that was said to be one of a kind, what would become of us? Would Myria and I completely truly die when we die next? Moreover, since you possess 'that'… we became completely convinced that it and even the master of this world want us to fight to the death. However, nothing occurred to us so far after we stopped fighting, or maybe something might happen in the future, and we will battle again… After all, the ways 'it' kills its own user is peculiar and ever-changing."

Davis could only blink at Ellia's words. Was it that bad for Myria?

"You're all too suspicious. Although I can't say for sure, it isn't like that judging from what I experienced."

Davis shook his head, standing up for Fallen Heaven.

"I hope… that's the case." Ellia's shoulder crumpled, not really believing her own words.

"Alright, we can talk plenty later. For now, let's see what's going to happen when I take off my finger from your forehead."

"Hehe~ You can only hope that Myria doesn't go crazy." Ellia giggled.

"Hopefully, she doesn't wake up now but two or three days later." Davis rolled his eyes.

Although they joked, both of them wished that Myria would cooperate so that it could be different from the so-called destiny. Davis, who had seen so many fates change in his presence, took this as a mild challenge.

Davis took his hand of Ellia and moved a meter back when suddenly her body shook as she closed her eyes. Instantly, Davis knew that Myria woke up from her slumber, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. If she dared to speak like a fool, he felt like slapping her again.

Ellia opened her eyes, but that gentle gaze of hers was no longer there, replaced by a cold and murderous glint.

It was indeed Myria.

However, she didn't say anything nor move while her murderous intent was slowly receding before she finally noticed the soul seal on her soul essence that suppressed her Soul Forging Cultivation, also disabling her from recovering soul force. Instinctively, she wanted to destroy it, but then, knowing that Davis was just a meter away from her, she stayed her hand.

She tried to access Ellia's memories to see what had happened but then noticed that it was locked, causing her to narrow her brows. She looked at Ellia's figure in her soul sea and looked at her adamant expression on her face.

Myria came back to reality and noticed the wicked wolf over to the side while no one else was there. She turned to look at herself, noticing that she still had her spatial ring for some reason before she looked back at Davis, narrowing her eyes, the gaze in her eyes filled with confusion and suspicion.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"You lost. Give back Ellia."

Davis raised his hand and waved as though he was collecting a debt.

"I already told you." Myria took a deep breath, somewhat relieving the glaring headache from her exhaustion, "I am unable to separate Ellia from me."

Davis narrowed his brows. Wasn't she going to lunge at him like he thought she would?

"In that case, obediently go into seclusion and let Ellia take over your body." He spoke in a commanding tone.

Myria stared at him for a few seconds before she looked away.

"I can't. If you're going to let us live, the Calamity Light that you people named will be upon me anytime. I can't go along with your desires, for it will cause all of us to die."

'Oh shit…! She's willing to take a step back…!'

Davis inwardly celebrated as this was good news, but he kept it from showing.

"So we're entering a truce?"

Myria blinked, "You suppress me and say that we're entering a truce?"

"Naturally, I can't compare to the likes of Great Myria, so it's just insurance for me."

While Davis shrugged, Myria raised her brows before she nodded.

"Since that's the case, there's a window for cooperation."

Although Davis's face was indifferent at this moment, Myria's attractive face and bearing were nothing short of heart-shaking to a man, especially to him who already loved Ellia, who had the same face. Combined with her words, he felt that she was not bad, but that hope was broken in the next second.

"As the first step to our cooperation, hand over that treasure, and I'll spare your life regardless of your true identity."

"Listen here, you white witch." Davis sprang and appeared before her, "I will beat the shit out of you and toss you into a pile of crap, ruining your beauty and everything. You are the one who lost, not me, understand?"

Myria didn't seem to get angry as she saw him close, whipping his finger in front of her face. Instead, a faint smile hung on her lips.

"What's wrong? Did you not want Ellia and me to separate? I won't assure you a hundred percent chance, but there's about fifty percent chance that it would be able to separate us."

"And then, take the treasure away and run?"

Davis sneered before he turned his head away, looking exasperated. However, he saw that her will wasn't crushed. Her tenacity and levelheadedness remained, honed by countless despairs that he couldn't think of.

Perhaps, the only time she went crazy was because she was convinced that he was going to kill her and Ellia, no, despaired by the reality that there was no end to her plight that started from her very first reincarnation from what he heard from Ellia.

Who knows how many reincarnations she went through to be this sharp?

He knew that he couldn't break her unless he resorted to extreme methods, but he wasn't willing to torture someone whom Ellia considered mother. He inwardly calmed himself and moved his lips.

"No matter what, I won't compromise on that damned treasure. It's mine. If you want to get it, you can only trample on my dead body."

"Youngster, don't fool yourself. It's not a matter of yours or mine." Myria shook her head, "We can't control such a treasure. Not only will it cause you to fall, but also cause harm to the family you love so much."

"And you mean to say that it wouldn't harm you?"

"Why don't you understand?" Myria looked solemn, "It would harm me, but after I separate from Ellia, you can take care of her with the resources I deliver to you while I hide well from potential danger while possessing that treasure. This way, none of you will come into harm."

"…"

At this point, Davis wondered if Myria was playing the fool. She wanted to say that she would shoulder the dangers all by herself?

"What if Ellia doesn't separate? Will you return the treasure then?"

"That…" Myria suddenly looked like she was at a loss for words.

Davis narrowed his eyes. Was she suicidal?

"Hmph! Don't get Ellia mixed into your suicidal revenge. If you want revenge, I can help you achieve that but of course, only later."

Myria looked stunned before a mature yet wry filled her face, "Suicidal? Do you think my opponents are going to wait for us to grow? The only reason I told you to ascend quickly is that we're fighting a losing battle here. At the very least, the idiot who's going to descend is at least two stages higher than an Immortal."

"…!?"

Davis's pupils shrunk to the level of tiny slits upon hearing this shocking piece of information.