Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4139 Couriers

Chapter 4139  Couriers

The Upper Realms and Greater Realm were at the junction of sending forces to the Lower Realms in order to stop the new calamity. However, they were unaware of the new waves that broke through again.

Over nine realms got a surprise gift.

They were the Golden Crow Lower Realm, Starlight Jade Wolf Clan Lower Realm, Eternal Twilight Lower Realm, Ghostly Crow Lower Realm, Earth Dragon Lower Realm, Fire Phoenix Lower Realm, Three-Headed Hydra Lower Realm, Whispering Wildlands Lower Realm and the Verdant Vale Lower Realm.

Their Realm Masters all viewed the gift with utter trepidation in their hearts as they looked at the corpse in front of their palaces. They all got it at the same time, but none of them knew about it. They keenly looked at the corpse.

It was nothing but a mere Level One Autarch's corpse. If such a person died, they would be surprised for a few seconds. That was all. But now, they couldn't stop trembling. They didn't know who this corpse belonged to as it was charred black, the remnant energy of apocalyptic flames lurking over it.

They could barely recognize it, but Realm Masters Leora Verlight, Arata Sunborn, and Thousand Windblades all recognized it, especially the latter. How could he not?

He returned to the Verdant Vale Lower Realm on the third day after seeing that it had not exploded. However, he was met with insults and public shaming for abandoning the realm, although he claimed he had witnessed the Divine Emperor of Death and chased him all the way outside the realm, only to fail.

Many people didn't know the truth of it, but they felt like it was bullshit. The Realm Core was being melted by an apocalyptic entity, and he had the audacity to chase the Divine Emperor of Death, who was apparently escaping the realm?

The people had their doubts. Moreover, there were also witness accounts. Realm Master Thousand Windblades had been battling that vine woman and the apocalyptic flame spirit, but after being sent flying toward the Realm Core, there was no sign of him.

Clearly, he had escaped.

However, Realm Master Thousand Windblades maintained his story. Then, without being one bit ashamed, he repeatedly tried to form a connection with the Realm Core, only to fail again and again. It left him murdering a youth who mocked him. It turned out to be that top disciple's little brother who was a wastrel. Still, he had killed many others and forced his position as the ruler again.

Nonetheless, after reclaiming his throne a bit, he claimed that he was still the ruler of the Verdant Vale Lower Realm until it collapsed. However, he was unable to stop the mass migration. People were afraid that the realm could collapse or be engulfed in apocalyptic flames. No one blamed them as the others were also gathering at the edges, intending to leave if it got the slightest bit dangerous again.

Realm Master Thousand Windblades merely harrumphed and continued to stay. He guessed that those bastards left because they couldn't fully burn the Realm Core. Otherwise, they would've done it already with how aggressive they were. Besides, the more they made trouble, the more danger they were in. He felt like he should've held on for some time, and the Heavens's Warriors or even others would've naturally come to help.

However, he had turned tail and ran.

Realm Master Thousand Windblades felt as though it was the hugest stain in his life's history.

However, that sentiment didn't last long since he saw the corpse of a Level One Autarch. The charred corpse was a reminder of what would've happened to him if he had stayed. They would've played him like a joke.

As he saw the corpse, he also didn't know how it came to be. From where did it appear? He couldn't track it.

However, he could see an exquisite imagery stone in the corpse's hand. It was a light-attributed stone that recorded and preserved both the visual and acoustic waves of the world with nearly impeccable clarity. Even a Late Stage Autarch's aura was incapable of disrupting its collection, and an Early Stage Autarch was incapable of destroying it.

When activated for the first time, the stone would emit a soft hum, resonating with the elemental frequencies of light. The recordings stored within could be replayed in vivid detail, projecting three-dimensional images and crystal-clear sounds, making the experience akin to stepping into a memory.

"A Luminarch Memory Veil Stone…"

Realm Master Thousand Windblades and the others looked at this stone with a stupefied expression.

The way it was given—it was obviously a warning from the Divine Emperor of Death!

The other Realm Masters also went silent in each of their realms, their expressions grim.

Realm Master Leora Verlight was the first one to raise her hand and bring the Luminarch Memory Veil Stone into her hand. Her hand trembled as she caught it, and she had to slap her wrist to regain control of it. She couldn't help but think that this stone's beauty now seemed like a harbinger of death.

Delicate patterns of light, resembling flowing rivers, coursed beneath its translucent surface, giving it a living, pulsating aura. Embedded deep within the stone was a luminous core, a swirling orb of pure light essence, capturing and reflecting the faintest flicker of the surrounding illumination. However, this light wasn't pure anymore. It was already imprinted with the surrounding light and would never lose its light for a hundred million years.

Whatever was inside could decide the fate of their realms as well.

Taking a deep breath, she played it.

Resplendent light shone and covered her and many people inside it. It was like a domain. In this domain, a swirling cascade of light filled the air and manifested with stunning clarity as though they were transported to another place.

It was a vast space with starry skies above and purple-gray sand everywhere on the ground. In front of them stood two peculiar figures, a purple-robed man and a black-robed child. The man stood tall and imposing, his cold sapphire eyes piercing with intensity. He possessed an air of death around him.

However, there was an even more terrifying existence beside him. It was the black-robed child. Accurately, she was a little spirit. They could instantly tell from her purple skin and her other features that only spirits would possess. Even the aura was recorded, so they couldn't help but shudder and take a step back.

Some Grand Elders directly fell to their butt in fright.

It existed! She really existed! An apocalyptic flame spirit! Her crimson-gold eyes looked as though they would leave a burning hold in their souls. Her very presence reminded them of the word destruction incarnate.

Only Realm Master Thousand Windblades wasn't surprised, but he was traumatized. He instantly fled the scene, only to stop at the edge as he recalled this was nothing but a projection. His expression went unsightly.

"Greetings, Realm Masters. As you can all tell, I am the Divine Emperor of Death,"

A deep and cold voice resounded, reverberating through the area.

"You who watch this projection of us, listen closely."

The Divine Emperor of Death's lips curled into a cold smile, "I'm sure you are all alarmed from the recent trouble my little fire spirit caused. I hope you can all excuse her since she is still growing and wouldn't listen to me completely. I-"

"Ah, that's a lie. I always listen to Master. Mhmph~ Who's bad now?" quickly interjected the little spirit.

"Right," The purple-robed man's expression changed as he looked gentle. He reached out his hand and patted her head, "You're right, Calypsea. Your master is a bad man. Many people are trying to kill me for it."

"What!? Who are those people!?" Calypsea righteously raised her hand, and an apocalyptic flame burst above her palm.

"Let me know, and I'll burn them. If they have a realm core, then I'll melt it too!~"

Her voice was innocent and full of indignation.

Davis blinked. He merely pointed towards the Luminarch Memory Veil Stone.

"…!"

However, nine Realm Masters practically went numb as it was like they were being pointed at. Their hearts sank, feeling fear as though they had felt it for the first time in their life.