Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4617: Void Reflection Palace

A white-haired elder sat in a cultivation chamber, his expression at peace as he sat in a cross-legged position. It was unknown if he was cultivating or sleeping. The number of Peak-Level Transcendent Crystal Vein Fragments stashed in the High-Level Exalt Grade Energy Gathering Formation exceeded a hundred.

It went without saying that this elder was extremely rich, perhaps part of a major power.

At this moment, his eyes shot wide open as he received a major shock.

"What!?"

*Boom!~*

He stood up, his undulations out of control and nearly destroying the High-Level Exalt Grade Energy Gathering Formation. He couldn’t recover from the berserk undulations shortly, and when he tried to control his emotions, the backlash caused him to spurt a mouthful of blood.

He spat blood and held his chest as though he had received a deep blow.

Raising his head, he clenched his teeth and muttered, "Little Almer..."

His personal disciple, Almer Spacewill, had died!

He hurriedly controlled his emotions and stopped the berserk undulations before sitting down and viewing the information from his soul.

In normal circumstances, he was aware that the Elemental Dimension wouldn’t allow anything to be obtained, but he had used another replica of the Space-Time Quintessence Ring. He had paid a big price to borrow it from the Spacewill Tribe for a few moments and then etch his personal disciple with his exalt soul, casting a killmark that would form upon his death.

It was only possible thanks to Almer Spacewill’s father, who was from the Spacewill Tribe.

Regardless, an Exalt soul essence couldn’t be easily contained by an Immortal Emperor youngster. Hence, he needed to make the killmark as tiny as possible.

Any Exalt would make the killmark as tiny as possible. Hence, the protective target would not be harmed, and with not much power to strike against the aggressors who killed their protective target, they would only be able to mark the aggressor or perhaps leave a curse, with no form of direct attack possible.

However, he was different because he had the other replica. He could afford to inject more soul essence.

Thanks to the supreme geniuses being already strong enough to reach the Empyrean level in prowess, they could afford to inject more of their soul essence, but still needed to be careful and lay dormant so as not to affect the protective target. They couldn’t witness anything they were doing, and it was in line with privacy.

For most, privacy was not a problem since their intentions were to protect the target and not monitor them.

Still, this allowed them to explode with a minute amount of power that was enough to kill any threats below the Exalt Stage. That was how ridiculously powerful this stage was. To Exalts, Empyreans were ants. Even the shockwaves were enough to decimate them.

Hence, when they placed the soul essence in their protective target, they hoped that they could kill the aggressor then and there. At the same time, their memories of the last few hours could also be retrieved.

Minsk Virm went through the memories of his personal disciple after he calmed down.

He could see Almer Spacewill hunt down Wella Vertiga and Heim Mavigglain using various means before he finally chanced upon them engaged in a passionate exchange, which caused him to go berserk and attack them. As a result, they escaped, but Almer Spacewill couldn’t take it.

Almer Spacewill’s expression wasn’t good. His eyes went dull, and he seemingly lost his reason to live. He came across a number of supreme geniuses whom he retaliated against and sealed them inside the Temporal Voidplane Ring, but a certain black-robed assassin simply cut down his arm and took the ring away.

Almer Spacewill was frantic, searching for it the whole day, but his expression slowly contorted until he chanced upon a volcano.

"My Wella... Wella, you’re no longer mine... I lost you... I lost the ring... I failed my master... I can no longer show my face..."

He wailed, he cried, and in the end, jumped into the lava and committed suicide.

*Bang!~*

Minsk Virm clenched his fist and struck the ground, causing his palace to shake. He looked livid, unable to believe Minsk Virm committed suicide for a mere woman. No matter how her status matched his, this was unbelievable. He refused to believe his personal disciple committed suicide for a wench.

Therefore, he figured that he had committed suicide because he had lost the ring.

However, it was still ridiculous.

The Almer Spacewill he knew wouldn’t give up. Even if he lost it, he wouldn’t commit suicide. At most, he would escape from his grasp until he found him and disciplined him. For how cautious and cowardly his personal disciple was, there was no way he would commit suicide.

However, he had no choice but to believe this bullshit because he had no way to investigate.

He could only send some youths to investigate, but by the time he arrived, he knew there wouldn’t be any remnant energy to investigate from the site of the death or the fire island because of the dense fire-light energy in the atmosphere.

"Damn it!"

Nonetheless, greater than his personal disciple’s death, the loss of the Temporal Voidplane Ring was much more damaging to the Void Reflection Palace. They wouldn’t be able to escape the punishment from the Spacewill Tribe. They needed to send people to investigate and retrieve the Temporal Voidplane Ring, no matter what.

He hurriedly went to discuss this matter with the Patriarch of the Void Reflection Palace.

Minsk Virm’s stride was heavy. He left his cultivation charm, walked out of his palace, and stepped on a bridge.

The walkway of the bridge stretched endlessly, appearing to be forged of translucent crystal slabs that shimmered like the fragments of the starry sky. With each step, his weight caused ripples to appear beneath his weight, and the bridge sent him millions of kilometers away.

To his sides, massive pillars rose like spiraling vortices, their surfaces embedded with a myriad of spatial formations.

As he traversed across the floating islands through the spatial bridge, he cast his gaze beneath, his gaze penetrating the air and landing on the city below their floating peninsula.

Mortals and low-level disciples knelt at the bases of these islands, their foreheads pressed to the ground, chanting hymns of worship for the Deity who ruled over them. Their voices wove into an invisible current that traveled upward like incense smoke, absorbed by the islands themselves before dissipating into the skies of fractured stars above.

The path narrowed as Minsk Virm approached the Sanctum of Reflections, the heart of the Void Reflection Palace.

Upon the throne sat the Patriarch, the Deity of the Void Reflection Palace, a figure cloaked in purple cosmic robes that rippled with spatial distortion. His face was indistinct, forever blurred by shifting refractions of space, but his presence made Minsk Virm’s knees weaken.

Every breath the Deity exhaled had the servants around him trembling as though it could suddenly kill them.

Minsk Virm fell to his knees, his forehead pressed against the warped ground.

"Patriarch, my disciple, Almer Spacewill, has perished in the secret realm. The Temporal Voidplane Ring... is lost."

"What?"

The throne pulsed with the echo of a shocked yet angered voice. The nearby pillars cracked, and some servants died directly, shattering into fragments that didn’t splash any blood at all.

They appeared to be mere Immortals who had been sent to serve their Deity, an honor that even their ancestors couldn’t achieve, but they had met their end today without even realizing it.