Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4813  Remnants Of An Evil Empire

The sound of the pickaxe hitting the spatial ores eventually came to a stop.

One after another, they noticed the guards who had constantly monitored them didn't let them rest, beat them up when they made a mistake, have their heads suddenly explode. To them, who were stuck here for years, some even lucky enough to survive for a few hundred years was surreal.

Words cannot describe how they felt right now; all of them went silent before one suddenly started laughing and kicking the headless corpse, followed by many others.

Davis ignored it all as he basked in the blood without screening it.

He didn't do it for them. He did it for his son, Azariel.

He felt the sweet feeling of release, revenge served on a luxurious platter that smacked his soul.

How had he controlled himself for the past year from going berserk- only he knew. Now that he avenged his son, who was still alive but did technically get killed, having experienced his first semi-death experience through the soul avatar, Davis felt better.

"Let's see… if I succeed in my tribulation and manage to escape safely, I'll have to praise Azariel for helping me choose and etch his name in the Davis Family History Records written by Natalya…" He reached out his hand, absorbing the Mining Director's soul essence.

Davis had a lot of options on where to descend to have his tribulation, but only this place satisfied the two requirements, other than safety. One was harming the hydras and their realm. He didn't mind if their realm were to be overrun by Vacuous Beasts in the future. He believed those who were living here were better off dead or escaping this realm than living under the hydras.

Every supreme genius didn't like them, and even the other galaxies displayed both fear and disdain towards them. He supposed they were the ultimate villains of the human galaxy due to their perverted and venomous nature.

The other reason why he chose this place was to take revenge on the person who killed Azariel.

He felt like his teachings had let Azariel down since it backfired. After all, he always preached to do retaliatory strikes rather than strike first. This undoubtedly was something only he could be indifferent about since he had life energy to heal, but he had forced it on others as well.

Regardless, this issue was already considered and debated when the rule was made. The entirety of the Davis Family still preferred to strike retaliatorily and ruthlessly.

He felt this teaching was no longer good since their family had entered the Upper Realms. Hence, the moment his family entered the Upper Realms, he changed the policy to strike first and ask later so that his family would never be harmed.

If their family was indeed wrong in some matter, then he was ready to apologize and take a step back or even double down and unapologetically do it again, depending on how the other party decides to take the matter forward.

Nonetheless, having come this far, Davis wasn't the one to shy away from an all-out war against the Heaven's Warriors or the Hexadra Clan. The moment he started hunting the Hexadra Clan's supreme geniuses, they couldn't live under the same sky.

He quickly scanned the Mining Director's memories and came to know about many things.

This was the Southern Abyssal Tidal Sea, a vast ocean filled with numerous darkness and water attributed magical beasts. In the Southern Abyssal Sea, they were in the Dark Tidal Archipelago, Third Big Rock Island.

There were as many as three hundred islands in this archipelago, each one spanning hundreds of millions of kilometers, leaving Davis speechless. These could in no way be considered islands as they were continents themselves, but he supposed he needed to get used to the vastness of the Upper Realm soon.

He was looking forward to the day when he would find a vast ocean that was called a lake.

'Hmm… these islands aren't densely populated. Each island is relegated to an Island Master, a High-Level Autarch, or a Peak-Level Autarch like the Mining Director. The Mining Director himself is part of a criminal and religious organization known as the Laughing Hexamaniacs, a supremacist group remnant from the days when the Hexadra Clan had a publicly acknowledged evil and powerful Divine Exalt. He doesn't know who the true leaders are, but I suppose it's just the Hexadra Clan wearing a bag over their heads and acting like they did nothing wrong.'

From what Davis learned, the Laughing Hexamaniacs appeared to be an evil cult.

Their faith preached that the Six-Headed Hydra and beings born under them were inherently superior and all other races and bloodlines either existed as nourishment or tools of entertainment.

They trafficked living cargo, abducted entire villages, packed them into spatial cages, and sold them across the archipelago and many other places they secretly owned. Children with rare physiques were auctioned to sects and rogue cultivators.

They ran breeding pits, forcing cultivators of compatible bloodlines together to produce descendants with exploitable talents. They poisoned seas, collapsed pocket realms, and deliberately lured Vacuous Beasts toward mortal settlements to observe the look of despair and take advantage of them if they were to survive.

This realm was essentially their playground.

Naturally, there were plenty of forces that fought against them. Supreme geniuses even traveled here to get rid of these vermin in pursuit of their righteous justice. Some fall to greed, but some still fight to the end and succeed in eradicating them, but it was no good.

The Laughing Hexamaniacs always managed to survive a purge. Their heads appeared to be endless, growing everlastingly even after they are all beheaded. Clearly, they had a huge backing, a rather glaringly obvious one, but no one could expose it. They wouldn't dare. Even if they exposed it, it would be their life that would come to an abrupt end.

In essence, fighting against them was exhausting and self-ruining. How many injuries could one take? How many poisonous attacks could they suffer?

It was nearly impossible to survive a long-term battle against them.

If they weren't hot-blooded, not many would take the fight to these hydra maniacs.

"Tsk, tsk… it seems like this realm's history is the worst among the sixteen Upper Realms in the human race's galaxy. Rather than saving it, it appears to need a complete purge, and my annihilative tribulation seems like a good poisonous tonic for the realm…"

Davis's lips curled in distaste and amusement.

However, he didn't start his tribulation yet, as there seemed to be someone coming for him.

A Primarch- The Archipelago Master who owned the Mining Director's life.

But the most important reason was-

"Time to upgrade you to the Exalt Grade..."

Davis raised his hand and looked at the Temporal Voidplane Ring.

With the Temporal Voidplane Ring improved, would he ever need to worry about being caught?

Just as he felt immensely confident, something in one of his rings lit up, and the space abruptly turned dark, leaving him in a dimly lit room- no chamber.

Davis surveyed the room calmly when a strange chuckle echoed.

"So you have finally entered the Upper Realms." A low, amused voice echoed from a distance as though it were far away.

"Leader of the Heavenly Blight Hall?"

Davis guessed upon seeing the Heavenly Blight Hall talisman float out of his ring, hovering before him.

"Indeed. This is a projection, but also real. As long as you are in the Second Layer holding the Dark Apostle Identity Token, I can contact you from anywhere if I want to."

'Another replica of the Space Time Quintessence Ring...' Davis couldn't help but smile as it was just as he thought.

It was the third one he was encountering although he didn't have the chance to lay his gaze on the Void Loom Bangle that sent a few Empyrean Zealots into the secret realm of the Elemental Dimension. However, he never expected this Empyrean Grade Token, which seemed harmless, to be such an auxiliary artifact.

Thanks Azraelon and Gui_li for the Golden Gachapons!

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