Divine Emperor of Death

It took him ten whole seconds to do it while Myria silently watched him. Inwardly, Ellia already felt like crying as she saw his heavy expression. This was why she told Myria not to tell him, for it could break his heart. She had been brooding if there was a better way to tell him, but as Myria said, it would truly become late if they waited any longer.

"When… does my little sister truly start to exhibit change?"

"Well, the Heaven's Will will seriously start affecting her when she becomes an immortal. Until then, I guess you have some reprieve, but it's not a guarantee. If the heavens discover a major anomaly, it will send its warriors to eradicate it regardless of their strength. She's only safe here from having affected by its influence because this world has you know what."

'The master of this world...'

Davis dejectedly pursed his lips as he thought.

He hasn't even defeated the Calamity Light, but a new problem already arose like it was nobody's business.

'No, it was always there… just lurking… biding its time to crop up...'

Just imagining Clara suddenly turning hostile and committing a massacre made him feel the shivers.

Davis could now understand Myria's doubts about Fallen Heaven. He still remembered her screaming at him that this damned treasure always gives the illusion of indomitability but ruined the lives of many immortals and then proceeded to call him a brainless idiot.

"Haha…"

He couldn't help but slightly chuckle in reminiscence, as though feeling like it just happened yesterday.

"Well, whatever the case, it's not like Clara would do what you told of her own will. It's just a party forcing another party, bending their will. In that case, it doesn't warrant me to seal Clara's cultivation or bar her from obtaining what she deserves. If she is unable to control herself, then I will merely keep her on house arrest."

"Do you think that it will go that easily?"

"Perhaps…" Davis wryly smiled.

However, Myria still pried on.

"Even if you want to exaggerate your actions, kill her and revive her, she is still going to have that accursed physique. The only option is to allow her to reincarnate. Her only chance to live a better life is to use the Viridian Afterlife Path Tree's Fruit. If she became an immortal, such fruit would have no use."

"What you're saying is right, but what guarantee do you have that she won't regain the same accursed physique again upon her rebirth?"

"…"

Davis's words caught Myria tongue-tied. She had no guarantee to declare that this predicted scenario would not occur. If it happened, Clara's case could very well be a lost cause, so she didn't know what to say.

"Well, I sincerely thank you for informing me of this vital information."

Myria's eyes narrowed, "Then you won't stop her?"

"Nope. If you get scared and want to stop her, our cooperation officially ends right there, leading to hostility. Don't force my hand, is all I would say."

"Scared? I doubt her rate of improvement in cultivation could compare to mine but whatever. We both know how you love your little sister so much, so don't become deranged one day and lose yourself if something tragic happens. Otherwise, I won't give Ellia to you."

"…"

Davis shrugged, refusing to comment before turning around and walking away, waving his hand, "See you later."

Myria's mouth hung slightly agape as she watched him leave, her expression becoming exasperated.

"Detestable."

"What is…?" Ellia asked.

"The way he acts nonchalant in front of me and yet shamelessly wants my knowledge. Without it, what kind of a mess would he become? Why doesn't he understand that and just become my disciple, lying underneath my wings safely? Doesn't he understand that he's only delaying the inevitable?"

"…"

Ellia had no comment before she watched Myria also leave. However, she was happy that Myria was somewhat getting along with Davis.

'Right now, I'm unable to do anything for the both of them, but that is only until I get a true body for myself…!'

Ellia was full of resolve, waiting for the right moment. In the meantime, she was completely immersed in studies, rapidly digesting Myria's knowledge like a devouring beast.

After their conversation, Davis met up with Shirley and Clara before journeying to Firzen Island, where they encountered the Ice Phoenix Mistress and even the Fire Phoenix Mistress, coming to know that Clara was truly exiled while Shirley gained the rights to inherit both their blood.

Even though he said that he would not stop Clara from her rightful inheritance, he sent her back her way with an apologetic yet grateful expression on his face. While returning, his face was somber, but it was also burning in embarrassment. If the Phoenixes had said anything else, he would've fought for her rights, but no, they decided to give it to Shirley instead and combined with Myria's warning, he was truly helpless to support Clara in this matter and felt guilty that he let her down.

However, she was an angel in his heart, telling him that she didn't care for this matter and even supported her sister-in-law Shirley in inheriting the immortal inheritance.

"Davis Loret."

Suddenly, a melodious voice woke him up out of his reverie.

When Davis raised his head and saw where he was, he was already in the location of the Treasury, and in front of him was an otherworldly beauty in front of him draped in a snow-white robe with phoenix patterns, looking at him coldly, her expression hidden under her white veil while her figure was further vague because she was only an image, a remnant soul.

To his surprise, the Ice Phoenix Mistress had turned into her human form.

"You seem heavily disturbed. Are you fine?"

Despite her cold outlook, her voice was somewhat concerned, causing Davis to finally respond.

"I'm fine."

"Truly? If you are distracted, then the chances that this matter will go smoothly will drop."

Davis took a breath before she shot his signature smile, "I'm fine, Beauty Frostrose."

"…"

Frostrose momentarily couldn't believe that this human dared to call her by her name before she couldn't help but smile, "Unfortunately, for you, there's no use complimenting me. After all, I'm dead already."

"No, you deserve the highest praise." Davis cupped his hands while slightly bowing his head, "I owe you one."

Frostrose couldn't understand what he meant, but Davis knew that this Ice Phoenix Immortal had unwittingly saved him by exiling Clara. In a way, she also saved Clara. Now, she also decided to grace Shirley with her blood.

His gratitude towards Frostrose was plenty more than what he felt for Old Man Garvin already.

"Alright."

Frostrose nodded before her brows frowned, "Why do you need our remnant souls? You said that we can talk about it later."

"That's right. Explain it. Although we're dead, we don't tolerate being defiled in any kind of way."

Abruptly, a bright-red-robed woman also appeared beside Frostrose, her voice booming.

It was none other than the Fire Phoenix Mistress, Flamerose.

Even with their faces converged, Davis could tell that they practically looked the same.

Davis's smile became awkward on hearing their questions, "You two could be said to be my benefactors, so you can be assured that I won't do anything crazy but just going to use your souls to strengthen myself. Just think of it like I'm refining your souls using a cauldron."

"Isn't that what I meant by not tolerating any kind of defilement?"

Flamerose blinked, causing Davis to chuckle awkwardly.

"If that's the case, then it's a pity."

He spread his hands and walked past them, heading towards Shirley, who had already entered meditation to bring tranquility. Similar to Davis, she pushed aside the guilt of taking the inheritance from Clara and opened her eyes with a blazing fierceness.

'After this, I'll do my best to gather resources for Clara.' She inwardly swore and smiled at Davis.

"Let's do this!"

"Sure."

Davis smirked, his hand moving past his body before his robe became undone, leaving him with his shirt and pants that he continued to remove.

Shirley's expression froze before her lips quivered, "Wha- What are you doing?"

"Why do you think I sent Clara away? We're required to become intimate in order to control the flow of the energy unleashed." Davis turned to look at the two phoenix beauties.

"Isn't that right?"

Flamerose and Frostrose's lips twitched behind their veils, but to Shirley's shock, they nodded their heads.

"Unfortunately, that's how it is, but it would also mean that you'd be enduring the pain with her. You do understand, right?" asked Frostrose.

"I do."

Davis solemnly nodded, causing them to nod. On the other hand, Shirley looked uncomfortable, but once she realized that the two phoenixes were already dead, her expression became strangely calm. However, her cheeks were still blushing heavily, her lips curved in a way that she looked secretly elated.

"Let's begin."

A formation lit up, engulfing Shirley within while the crystal ice vial in front of her opened, turning scarlet in color as it neared her and merged within her body.