Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 725 Supreme Soul Stage

Taking a moment to check his Soul Sea, Davis checked the interior and noticed that it had expanded, many times greater than what he experienced in his previous breakthroughs. He felt that he could last longer when using soul techniques while squandering a lot of soul force.

He simultaneously recalled reading that a Supreme Soul Stage Cultivator’s soul force capacity became equal to a Law Dominion Stage Cultivator’s essence energy capacity, meaning that he could fight equally without resorting to unconventional means.

’Supreme Soul Stage... The Seventh Stage in Soul Forging Cultivation...’

Davis felt exhilarated.

He was just nearing twenty-three in a few months, but he was already at the Seventh Stage!

He felt that all living beings within this entire second level were under his control. He didn’t know if he were delusional, but if he were to release his soul sense currently, he guessed that no one would be able to find about his scrying on them.

At least, only an extreme few present in the city would sense that they were surveyed if he were to really send his soul sense to scan the entire city.

*Bzz!~*

Suddenly, his Soul Sea throbbed and pulsated like a heart!

Davis narrowed his eyes as he felt the strange sensation surge in his Soul Sea, ’It’s here...’

"Kid! It’s here again! That... ridiculous..."

Fallen Heaven’s speech became cut off right before a bright white light abruptly enveloped its hazy body that’s already covered by black tendrils and colorless threads.

Those black tendrils were the reservoir of death-like energy. He invoked these black tendrils with his soul force to use it the death-like energy and invoked the colorless threads to use Misdirection and see Karma Threads.

The bright white light disintegrated into specks and connected together to form white tendrils in direct contradiction to the black tendrils. The two felt inverse of the other, but strangely, they interacted with each other once before separating, never to interact again.

Numerous black and white tendrils appeared and repeated the same, twisting and blending before separating. This process lasted for a few seconds before finally calming down.

Davis looked at this unfamiliar phenomenon, feeling strange as he noticed that the Death Book in his Soul Sea now possesses these black tendrils, white tendrils, and colorless threads. They intersected with each other, but strangely, not one of them made contact with each other as if they arranged by some force.

His soul suddenly started to feel warm and comfortable, as if it were soothed. He felt relaxed, even more than when he experienced a breakthrough into the Supreme Soul Stage.

He directed his senses to the surroundings in his Soul Sea and saw that the vague Crimson Darkness Condor’s Mid-Level Lord Beast Stage Soul Essence and Glyn’s Soul Essence was not damaged or disturbed in any way.

He checked for anomalies with his senses and then abruptly noticed that his Soul Essence deep in the center of his Soul Sea was emitting a pure white glow.

’This...’ Davis noticed the anomaly in his soul as his eyes bulged in shock.

’My Soul Essence is healing!?’

This feeling that was active after the emergence of the white tendrils only became known to him after he retrospected his Soul Essence.

He became thrown into a state of deep stupor!

His Soul Essence is healing? It was even passive and didn’t take energy from him whatsoever!

What kind of concept was this?

While Davis was in a state of shock but recovered a bit, he then realized that his Soul Essence did not emit the pure white light but was covered in it after noticing the discrepancy.

The white tendrils enveloping the Death Book softly and gracefully glowed like a luminescent lotus flower, radiating off a pure and serene vibe. It directly affected him and covered his Soul Essence in that pure white glow.

At the same time, he felt extremely relaxed, like he became eased and comforted in the embrace of a naked woman except that this feeling was entirely real without any external interference.

Davis became startled. He came out of his reverie and quickly called out in his Soul Sea.

"Fallen Heaven! Are you still there?"

A second and a two passed.

Hearing no reply from Fallen Heaven, his expression changed as he became pale.

"... I’m here..."

Davis blinked in response and heaved a sigh.

"What happened?"

Honestly, he suspected it to die in a spiritual level since the last time the bright white light erupted: it became fearful as if it were going to die. However, contrary to his expectations, almost nothing happened to it, at least, that’s how it currently seemed to him.

"... This bright white light... I feel different..." Fallen Heaven echoed in a bewildered tone.

"Mn? How?" Davis became curious.

"It’s as if this bright white light is a part of me..." Its tone sounded as if it were trying to make sense of what it felt.

"And what is this new feeling emerging within me... It’s... "

"It’s... Wwahhh~~~"

Davis became frozen stiff on the spot. His eyes were wide in disbelief!

Fallen Heaven happened to be crying! The high and mighty Death Book was currently crying as if it were bawling out its grief like a child!

Davis couldn’t believe his senses. His facial features twitched as he became flabbergasted.

’What the...’

He couldn’t understand what was happening to Fallen Heaven!

However, he abruptly felt a tug on his soul. It was as if those white tendrils were seeking him out.

Davis blinked and hesitated to interact with the white tendrils as he felt cautious. However, it gave off an extreme pure feeling that calmed him down. Instead, he felt warier about the black tendril than these newly grown white tendrils.

Feeling that it should be fine to meddle, he interacted with the white tendril with his soul while invoking it, and a translucent white gaseous soul force emerged from his fingertips.

Davis looked at the direct opposite of what he could usually conjure, the death-like energy. If the death-like energy could be described as eerie, mysterious, evil, and unfathomable, this new translucent bright white energy came off as pure, comforting, holy, and perhaps even sacred.

He felt as if he could melt in its embrace as his fingers felt warm and protected.

’What... What is this?’ Davis mused but was suddenly interrupted by Fallen Heaven.

"Kid... I finally understand..."

"What do you understand!?" Davis asked in excitement.

He felt that it should have finally understood its powers.

"I finally understand why you don’t kill living beings easily after giving much thought and contemplation..."

"I feel extremely remorseful of my actions... I... I don’t feel like killing anymore..." Its voice trailed off as it echoed.

"I see..." Davis uttered with a smile before his smile faded and his face became blank.

It was as if his thoughts came to a sudden halt.

"What!?" Davis became shocked by its words.

Forget comprehending what exactly was its powers, but it seemed to be inclining towards peace?

Initially, after he came out of his reverie, he felt satisfied that it could finally sympathize with his actions in the past, but what use is a Death Book that can’t or won’t kill!?

"What are you saying!? Have you become a saint!?" Davis agitatedly echoed in his Soul Sea. He almost felt that he was losing his mind!

"I don’t know..." Fallen Heaven lamented, "I feel that killing beings is disturbing and sorrowful..."

"Are you out of your mind!?" Davis berated as he became panic-stricken.

If Fallen Heaven were not to kill anymore, then he was really screwed at this point. For his sake, he obviously wouldn’t let it change its mind.

"It’s obvious that the newly emerged white tendrils are adversely affecting your developing emotions! Can’t you sense it!? It’s an external influence!"

Fallen Heaven sighed, "I know that it is not an external influence... I can feel it that these white tendrils are a part of me, just like the colorless threads that have previously enveloped me..."

Davis gritted his teeth in speechlessness. From its words, he could tell that its thought process remained quite clear and not muddle-headed. But then, how was it possible for this apathetic Death Book to become sympathetic?

Just because of some white tendrils enveloping it, it became a freaking saint?

Davis’s lips quivered as his mind spun for a solution!

"You! Don’t you want Soul Essences to release your full potential!?"