Divine Emperor of Death

"How can this be…?"

"Is it really true?"

"Indeed, we cannot be mistaken about her aura if it could be maintained for this long. Besides, we could even feel the overwhelming bloodline pressure outside the palace!"

A few minutes before the banquet was temporarily stopped for the night, the elders of the Earth Dragon Clan were in conversation, knowing that the banquet was going to end for the day as they had received prior notice as the hosting powers.

"Fourth inheritor Isabella Davis… she is indeed an Emperor-Tier existence from what I can sense that I suspect her prowess is already on par with mine or perhaps..."

"…!"

Ancestor Rocksunder shared his thoughts with the Elder Dragon Clan's elders, causing them to be utterly shaken. The other two immortal inheritors, Noctis and Crystia, were also moved yet found it hard to believe that an Emperor-Tier existence at the Immortal King Stage popped out from nowhere.

It was true that their inheritances contained training grounds that would purify one's bloodline, but that was it. It didn't improve one's bloodline into King-Tier or Emperor-Tier for that matter, so for a King-Tier or an Emperor-Tier existence to be born, especially in the Dragon Clan, was a matter that would be celebrated far and wide.

"What should we do?"

"Such an existence… we must have her in our clan no matter what!"

The elders began to clamor using soul transmissions.

However, Ancestor Rocksunder narrowed his brows, remembering Davis. For some reason, he couldn't let go of the thought that he was present here somehow, but in what way or what form, he couldn't figure it out even though he had his eyes wide the entire time.

His gaze fell on a few heavenly geniuses whose power was said to match even theirs, but their backgrounds were well known, so he only had his eyes on a few dark horses, but even then, not one of them fit that young man's stature he knew of, except one person who seemingly had immense strength, indestructible soul and terrific battle instincts, causing his gaze to fall on Mo Tian.

However, there was no way a person with life energy was the Emperor of Death, but there was also no way a Saint could be this powerful.

'Is he one of a kind even among Saints…?'

Ancestor Rocksunder's brows twitched as this contradiction made him think he was being delusional.

After all, even the sorrow in the eyes of those pitiful ladies seemed genuine, not to mention their emotions were confirmed by users of Heart Intent assigned near them even now, so why was he still believing that the Emperor of Death was not dead?

He shook his head, appearing incensed.

"Listen carefully. Abandon the Blood Soul Contract you people put forth for our forth inheritor and go invite her with all the sincerity you have in your souls. This inheritor is not someone we can afford to lose, but at the same time, act preposterously as she will become our Queen in due time. Not even I, in my prime, deserve her hand in marriage, so if anyone dares to think that they deserve her in the hidden depths of their souls, just bring them to me, and I'll set them straight."

"Yes!~"

The elders were shaken, but with their Founder giving them the word, they no longer hesitated.

However, what they didn't expect was for the Fire Phoenix Clan to delay speaking to them, causing them to not know what to do but spurred on by their Founder, they went ahead and knelt before her, causing a shocking commotion.

The Elders of the Earth Dragon Clan actually knelt!?

The eyes of the crowd were as wide as saucers, looking at this scene with incredulous expressions.

Even Davis was taken aback, not expecting this scene. If anything, he imagined that they would've planned to obtain her no matter what, even going to the lengths of kidnapping her since her value as an Emperor-Tier existence was more significant than being an inheritor to the survival of the clan, so when she was both, how could they let her remain a widow with a child?

But it seemed that he was… wrong?

"Forgive me for not appreciating your sincerity, Earth Dragon Clan. Whatever it is that you may put forth as requirements, my sister Shirley and I would give our answers at the same time."

Isabella cupped her hands strongly. Her answer, voice, and movements were so graceful and majestic to gaze upon, causing numerous gazes to flicker with admiration, yet the moment she finished uttering her words, she walked past the Earth Dragon Clan's Elders along with her sisters, leaving them all dumbfounded.

"Sigh, a Queen is not easy to convince." Noctis shook his head.

"Who's the Queen?"

However, Crystia glared at him with her golden eyes, causing him to become stone-faced before he reacted.

"Ah, no matter who's the Queen of our Earth Dragon Clan, you will always be my queen."

"Stop it… it's my bad…  getting jealous and all…" Crystia blushed behind her veil, "I must admit that she would at least become a King-Tier existence in the Immortal Emperor Stage, which would ultimately make her our Matriarch if she wants the position after the Candidacy."

"Indeed." Ancestor Rocksunder joined in on the conversation, "I didn't expect the late Emperor of Death to have loved and obtained someone so special that even I'm getting envious. However, our fourth inheritor Isabella wasn't known to be an Emperor-Tier existence even in the Immortal Stage, was she?"

The three of them looked at each other, wondering what could've brought this change, and for some reason, they all couldn't help but think of Davis Alstreim.

Just what kind of existence was he, having so many special people around him?

The person in question was currently walking towards his quarters along with Panqa, Lanqua, and the two Patriarchs.

The two Patriarchs seemed to be communicating with the other powers in the alliances. At the same time, Davis also caught a glimpse of Yilla Zyrus and Shea Goldsun being only a bit away from him.

He inwardly smiled, knowing what was up, but suddenly, a powerful hand fell on his shoulder.

"Ai, if I knew that you were a true Saint, I would've never let you come here." Patriarch Fenren Jadelight shook his head.

"I wouldn't have brought you either, but a Saint who is not known is as good as useless, so I would have shown you off either way." Patriarch Soaren Goldsun cackled, appearing pleased with himself as he spat out golden flames above in the air.

"I thought I was a valuable stud, but it turns out that I'm nothing but a treasure instead!?"

"Ahaha!"

Mo Tian reacted while holding his head as though he was dropping to the depths of despair, causing the people around him to laugh. However, he also felt that it didn't matter what kind of joke he made, they wouldn't dare to not laugh.

Nonetheless, the other powers tried to near him during this time, but as expected, the two clans kept a tight watch over him before safely delivering him to his room and again with Panqa and Lanqua.

But this time, Shea Goldsun was also here.

For some reason, he could imagine Yilla Zyrus probably fuming outside, but he just chuckled, knowing that she probably wasn't interested as her eyes were as cold as ice.

Her heart had probably broken with her spirit companion sold to the Dynastic Evernight Phantasm Spirit Tribe, and thinking of the latter, he wondered how it was going with Nightveil as he was slightly worried about her.

For all he knew, she could've returned to the Aurora Cloud Gate, waiting for him to show up.

*Creak~*

'Now then, how should I go about sneaking away to find my beauties...'

Davis smiled at Panqa, Lanqua, and Shea Goldsun as the door closed on them, leaving the three of them alone with him.

Although they were giddy over this situation, for some reason, they couldn't help but find this smile somewhat eerie and mischievous.