Divine Emperor of Death

300 kilometers away from the place where the spatial tunnel for the younger generations existed; the same place where Davis entered the First Layer from the Grand Sea Continent.

He and Isabella floated around in the air where nothing was surrounding them except the skies and the sand that covered the surface below.

Only the hot rays of the sun was glaring at them like an evil overlord, making them squint their eyes slightly.

"Where is it?" Davis asked as he was completely clueless about the location of the independent spatial gateway.

"It's here..." Isabella pointed in front of her and stepped to the front while releasing her martial energy.

Instantly her figure disappeared from his view.

Davis didn't dare to use his soul sense on it, afraid that it might trigger something harmful. So he just followed her and traced back her movements.

His vision went blank for a moment before he noticed a spatial gate in front of him.

Weird patterns were etched into the gate and it looked like an grand arch. In the center of it was a spatial tunnel and it looked incredibly stable as it swirled around like a vortex.

He blinked but then stepped backward and the gate before him disappeared.

Feeling curious, he released his soul sense towards his front but couldn't find an entrance to another space or any kind of concealment formation.

Suddenly, he felt like something had entered his soul sea. He felt like he had been marked and instantly, he could feel something.

The area in front of him seemed like it was hidden by a concealment formation.

'Strange... I wasn't able to discover it with my sense but it... triggered a reaction from it?' Davis thought and pondered over the anomaly in front of him.

This time, he was able to feel the gate that was hidden the concealment formation after he had been marked. He stepped to the front and saw the spatial gate again.

"What are you doing?" Isabella looked at him in a weird light.

"Trying to understand how it works..." Davis lazily replied and checked his surroundings.

Isabella rolled her eyes and glanced at the spatial gate, a nostalgic feeling creeping up her heart.

Meanwhile, Davis finished checking but couldn't find anything that could help him understand this spatial gate.

He could only form some conjectures about the concealment formation, 'Likely, the concealment formation isn't set up but the spatial gate is concealing itself by generating a concealment formation.'

'Whoever created this is powerful, and omnipotent, and only one such person comes to my mind...' Davis thought about the person who had sealed Fallen Heaven.

He felt a person like that should be the one who set up this brilliant gateway connecting two worlds or layers.

"Let's enter..." Isabella uttered and crossed the gate. Her silhouette distorted when she entered the gate and disappeared.

"Finally..." Davis smiled and leaped into the spatial gate.

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In the Royal Castle, in a certain room.

A woman let go of a man and laid down beside him, taking a few deep breaths, sighing in ecstasy. She took his hands to her bosom and cuddled beside him like a cat.

The man circled his arms around her waist as he sighed in pleasure as he felt the softness. They both lingered on the bed like that, enjoying each other's warmth.

These two were none other than Claire and Logan.

"I'm so happy for Clara" Claire softly uttered prompting Logan to look at the mesmerizing figure in his arms.

"Yes, I didn't think Clara would actually clear the trial..." Logan said with a proud expression on his face.

Hundreds, if not, thousands of geniuses challenged the Immortal Inheritance, and out of that, only two managed to clear the trial.

From this, the achievement of those two could be seen.

He continued, "She's still a young girl, and is already at the Fourth Stage. If Davis heard about it, he would be immensely proud of his younger sister."

Claire chuckled and said, "He would..."

Then her expression suddenly saddened, "I wonder if he is safe right now?"

Logan laughed, "Claire, you're the one who consoles me when I ask that question by saying that his master is with him..."

"Still, I couldn't help but worry..." Claire pouted adorably.

Logan suddenly had an expression of loss but then sighed. There were still two people whom he cared about missing ever since the rebellion. He didn't even know if they were still alive or not.

Claire caught on to it and asked, "Are you still worried about your two brothers?"

Logan nodded but didn't dwell on it as he changed the topic, "That's right! What happened to that young princess? Is she still with Clara?"

He uttered as he wrinkled his brows, "I forgot to properly thank her!"

Claire sighed and shook her head, "Apparently, she immediately left after escorting Clara to our capital."

Logan had a complicated expression on his face, "That's a pity, she could've been a good daughter-in-law... I feel sorry for her."

"Leave that matter to Davis and Evelynn. It's not our place to interfere..." Claire strengthened her hold on him.

Just when Logan thought it was time for round 27, he suddenly felt immense pain on his waist.

"Ow! Ow! Ahh! What are you doing?"

Claire pinched his waist as she pouted with a wronged expression her face, "You think I don't know that you are secretly visiting your so-called 'Imperial harem' every time I get busy with my cultivation! You scoundrel!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" Logan pleaded.

"Hmph! You have to ask for my permission, you understand?" Claire closed in on his face.

Logan nodded his head as he saw her beautiful eyes, "You're getting bolder and bolder..."

"And whose fault is that?" Claire asked with a wronged expression in her face, yet at the same time looked seductive.

Logan just smiled awkwardly.

Since he got to know about his harem more, he could no longer treat them indifferently as he initially thought he would.

As long as one interacted and shared deep feelings between the opposite gender, things were bound to happen naturally.

"Good... Mhm..." Claire whispered.

Both of their lips sealed each other as their bodies danced in a trance above the bed.