Divine Emperor of Death

Looking at his face devoid of blood, Davis bent down and patted his shoulder.

"Calm down. I am just stating possibilities. It is entirely possible that Vile Enchanter wouldn't even have considered the possibility of getting to me through you. They're all quite eccentric and chose disgusting ways to fight, but they're all powerful, so without a need, they wouldn't be doing it in a roundabout way. It was said that their avatars were recently taken out by the Supreme One, so it is possible that they never needed you in the first place."

"The Supreme One!"

Hearing that title, Lest Mistwalker's eyes instantly revived. He stood up as though a bolt of lightning had struck him, but he appeared optimistic and relaxed.

"If it's the Supreme One personally taking action, we indeed don't need to be worried." Lest Mistwalker said, his gaze full of worship.

"Your Supreme One couldn't kill me, though." Davis blinked.

Lest Mistwalker's expression changed, "You're different. You're a monster. But they're ordinary monsters. They could be taken out."

"I'm a monster, you say?" Davis raised one of his brows.

"No, no. I didn't mean it that way. I meant you're an elite supreme genius once seen in a trillion years!"

Davis blinked. Wasn't the Celestial Transcendent's rule only a period of thirty billion years or so? Who was to say that he was a so-called elite supreme genius once in a trillion years? That was too exaggerated. He would believe if Lest Mistwalker said a billion.

After all, there were at least eight people who had fought the Celestial Transcendent in their tribulations other than him.

'Oh… Myria should be tenth…'

Davis knew the World Master was the fifth, and she was probably not more than ten million years old if he guessed right. So, in the span of these few million years, three Anarchic Divergents worthy of facing the Celestial Transcendent were born.

Davis was inclined to believe that one of them was the leader of the Heavenly Blight Hall.

The Celestial Transcendent said out of the eight Anarchic Divergents he had faced in the past, only three of them passed their tribulations. He knew the World Master was the fifth Anarchic Divergent the Celestial Transcendent faced and passed, so what are the chances that the other two Anarchic Divergents were somewhere between him and the World Master, between the ninth place and the fifth place?

It also matched the timing. From what he heard, the Heavenly Blight Hall only appeared in the last few million years or so.

Times were also changing, and it was said Divergents were teaming up when they never did before, so he was inclined to believe the ones who survived the Celestial Transcendent were from the past few million years. He could be wrong, but-

"Divine Emperor of Death, I apologize if I offended you."

Lest Mistwalker dryly laughed as he saw that he had gone overboard with his praising.

"Title is too long. Just call me by my name."

Davis nodded at Lest Mistwalker and smiled, "I'm looking to take advantage of your skill in formations, so help me in that regard, and I will return the favor."

"Of course!"

Lest Mistwalker's face lit up, "Although I'm weak in battle prowess, my formations are way more powerful. You can believe me- no, believe the formations of the Mistwalker Family in that regard, whether it be for offense or defense. If I had enough time and resources, I could even trap and play with those supreme geniuses from the Heavenshade Clan!"

Looking at Lest Mistwalker boast, Davis chuckled.

He couldn't help but remember that strong-willed woman from the Azure Dragon Clan. Ralaza Heavenshade. He didn't find her so bad. She was funny with how she repeatedly challenged him.

"Alright, with you in, I'll also go see those prisoners. Come with me."

"…" Lest Mistwalker's expression stiffened.

"Are you really taking them in…? I mean, I don't dare question your decisions, but they're pretty much problematic in every sense, demanding that I fetch them food like a servant and bend my back to every one of their commands. Only Illumina helped me, perhaps because she told you that she would protect me for you, but she was gone, and I practically became a servant who could only be bullied."

"It really is so confusing. Couldn't you already deal with them when you're at Level Nine Sovereign Stage? You were still strong enough to take them down at that time, right?"

Davis frowned before his gaze flickered, "Is it the Pelagic Serenity Turtle's karmic veil technique? Is it also harmful?"

"Yes…" Lest Mistwalker dryly laughed, "Although it couldn't kill me, it could injure me and make me vulnerable, not to mention expose me to the Mistwalker Family's search party if they're still searching, so I was forced to bend my back to them and follow every one of their orders…"

"Was it really worse?"

"Well, they didn't exactly harm me physically, but the insults and commands were unable to bear. I wouldn't have tolerated it as a supreme genius and killed them on the spot if I was still the old Lest Mistwalker. But after I spent so much time with them, I couldn't help but grow fond of them, knowing they weren't evil, but their circumstances forced them to do evil things that got them in that prison. It really is a complicated feeling. They also saved me a few times from grave situations. I am just afraid they might cause trouble for you and end up receiving the tip of the whip. Some of them are smart, but they're brutes who act before they think. It was really troublesome holding them back from making the right moves in tandem with the formations I built."

"Haha, it's a matter of respect." Davis's expression became jovial, "Although they guard and rely on you, you must beat them in combat using the same prowess for them to be able to listen to you. Since you rushed to the Autarch Stage, that was like basically admitting to them that you lost. Of course, they're going to continue looking down on you."

"…" Lest Mistwalker was stunned.

He didn't consider it to be this way.

A few minutes later, he followed Davis and Everlight to the camp of the magical beasts. It was quite close. Illumina also kept an eye on them.

Davis felt that it was a good thing he told her to look after them. He needed to get rid of the suspicions he had had, so he called out.

"Yufella and the others, come out."

Within a few seconds, the eleven magical beasts appeared out of their palaces, standing before him.

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