Divine Emperor of Death

"…"

Evelynn and the others appeared fairly shocked over the appearance of the palace spirit that they couldn't help but remain stiff in place over the vast pressure exuded by her. The pressure left as the palace spirit left, but still, their hearts were not at peace.

Only after Davis turned around did they feel their hearts calming, causing them to possess a relieved smile on their faces.

After all, just when they thought Davis had won everything, a spirit appeared and suppressed them. It wouldn't be a joke if they were in for a tragic adventure right at the end of the tunnel where they got a variety of wonderful immortal treasures that would practically make the entire Fifty-Two Territories drool and do hideous things for it.

"Congratulations on winning the trial!"

"Congratulations for comprehending the first step to Firestorm Laws!"

They wished him with wide smiles on their faces.

Davis walked forwards as he thanked them with a smiling nod, but suddenly he noticed Shirley was not paying attention to him, which piqued his curiosity.

"What's wrong, Shirley?"

"…!"

Shirley's heart leaped as she turned to look at Davis. She also saw that everyone was focused on him, wishing him, but only she had her eyes on Myria, making her know that she had done something she should not have done.

"Well, she hasn't reacted to the spirit's appearance and didn't reply even while I called out. It couldn't be that she's deep in focus, right…? I mean, I'm thrilled by you ending up victorious, but I still couldn't help but worry as I sense no energy revolving around her body..."

Shirley's eyes darted left and right, afraid that he would misunderstand her, that she prioritized Myria over him.

"Good wife."

However, Davis walked over and patted her head, causing her to become stupefied as she blushed lightly. He wasn't angered?

Davis turned to look at Myria, his eyes narrowing.

Was she too embarrassed to open her eyes? But that posture while being seated in a lotus position, having her head lowered… seemed plenty suspicious to him.

"Fairy Myria, can you please raise your head and feast your eyes upon the winner?"

Davis appeared near Myria and chuckled in a gloating tone. He deeply smiled as though provoking her, but even after a few seconds, she didn't respond to his words, causing him to furrow his brows as he turned to look at Shirley.

"How long is she like this?"

"Uhm…" Shirley considered, her eyes blinking adorably, "I think from the time your imitation was struck to the ground and became helpless, but I'm not sure as it could be way before that."

"…"

Davis became stupefied. Was this a clear sign of loss of consciousness?

He couldn't help but close in on Myria, wanting to check her status. However, he hesitated, knowing that if she was awake or deep in focus, then she would probably flip the world and scream at him for touching her using his hands or even soul force.

Feeling conflicted yet annoyed, he neared Myria's face, looking at her beautiful side profile hidden by her veil.

"…"

Evelynn and the others' eyes were wide, their hearts leaping, wondering if he was going to do something to her, when they suddenly heard it.

"Stupid old hag~"

"…!"

Davis whispered to Myria's ear when he was only a few inches away, causing the others to tremble in shock and trepidation! However, seeing that Myria didn't make a move, Davis nodded and turned around.

"Yeah, she's unconscious."

"…!"

Evelynn and the others were shocked, but they couldn't help but blink.

His method of checking if she was unconscious or not was truly at the expert level of courting death.

"Was her soul injury that heavy?" Only Shirley appeared worried amidst them.

For Myria to have lost consciousness was not a simple matter, at least knowing that it could only be done after receiving an enormous amount of damage to her soul.

"Well, if we leave her alone, her Eternal Life Soul will just recuperate on its own. Moreover, if I touch her and she snaps, it wouldn't be worth it. With all this, I guess I don't need to waste my little remaining soul force on her and instead recuperate my own injuries."

"That's right." Mingzhi nodded, "Value yourself more."

"What are you talking about?" Davis raised his brows, "It's only because I value myself more that I dare to want you all to myself."

"…"

Mingzhi rolled her eyes, thinking that it made sense and also not since he sometimes, or perhaps, most of the time, prioritized their lives over his.

'But what struck Myria's soul was reincarnation energy. Could her Eternal Life Soul recuperate from that kind of injury?' Just as Davis was wondering as he couldn't see Ellia unconscious like this, a worried voice suddenly echoed beside him.

"Davis, I still feel worried. Could you please help her? Ellia healed my injuries and Isabella's as well. We were heavily injured, and we owe her twice."

"Indeed."

Davis gawked at Shirley and Isabella, "Why didn't you two say that sooner?"

He walked to Myria while shaking his head, wanting to repay the debt. Looking at him instantly return to Myria, the others couldn't help but smilingly shake their heads, wondering if Davis only used this as an excuse.

After all, how could he leave his Ellia like that? It wouldn't have made sense to them if he left her like that, although he said that Myria might get angry. After all, he did want to bring back Ellia despite the thought of offending Myria, so what Myria thought of him should be of no concern when it comes to saving Ellia.

Davis walked in front of Myria and sat in a similar position. He reached out his hand and placed his finger on her forehead, but even then, Myria seemed unresponsive.

She was truly unconscious and was not playing deaf. Confirming this as a fact, he began sending droves of life energy into her soul sea using his soul force, and the smoothness of this process made him feel disbelief over how she was practically defenseless.

'I could kill her at this moment with extreme ease...'

He lightly shook his head, closing his eyes as he focused on keeping his soul force's recovery rate above the expenditure.

'An injury above the ninth level of the Ninth Stage, approximately at the first or second level of Immortal Stage. This could take half a day or more, and I don't nearly have enough soul force for that, even at my prime, but I don't need to fully heal her anyway. As long as I heal the trauma as I soothe her soul, not to mention alleviate the exhaustion and revitalize the Eternal Life Soul's own healing ability as I provide life energy, she should wake up and resume healing herself...'

As he had battled Myria back then and checked her Eternal Life Soul as he swam through her wonderful and otherworldly soul sea, he felt like he had a basic understanding of it.

The others also seemingly were together with Davis, engaging in socializing with each other while occasionally admiring his capacity as well as his determination to save Ellia, only making them feel more love towards him as they knew that he would do the same for him.

Nonetheless, half a day later, Davis couldn't help but grumble.

"Ah, this is taking too long."

Using soul force, Davis stood up and picked Myria's unconscious body as he took her to the lower floors.