Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"That must've just been my imagination."

Holy Emperor Luminis froze for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

After all, that was Goddess Sylvia. The idea that she'd be gazing at Timothy with such a tender, affectionate look? No way. Impossible.

'It must've been a trick of the eyes! Yeah, that's it!'

Sure enough, when he looked back at Sylvia again, all he could see was her cold, proud figure from behind. Holy Emperor Luminis felt a wave of relief wash over him.

'Anyone who mocks someone for being a virgin is probably a virgin themselves! Just wait, Timothy. If I get the chance inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred, I'll expose you for sure!'

At that moment, the golden lock had already been broken. As Sylvia stepped into the Sepulcher of the Sacred, the crowd of practitioners followed closely behind, surging into the sacred tomb.

In the sky, Holy Maiden Aeliana's golden carriage drifted by, leaving a faint echo in its wake.

On the ground, wherever Sylvia passed, a trail of frost followed, inspiring awe in everyone who saw it.

Practitioners from all directions followed her solemnly, each wielding their magical artifacts, their presence imposing.

Four Holy Emperors, along with countless practitioners from various sects—this kind of gathering hadn't been seen on the continent of Elant for who knows how many years!

It was likely that such a grand spectacle hadn't occurred in tens of thousands of years!

As they passed through the canyon, with cliffs on either side like hanging blades, the scene inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred finally came into view.

For a moment, countless practitioners were struck dumb, their faces turning pale as they stared at the sight before them.

The once-revered Sepulcher of the Sacred was no more.

What lay before them was a sky drenched in blood.

It was impossible to make out what was above the heavens. All they could feel from the blood-red sky was an overwhelming sense of death and murderous intent, as if it had been formed from countless congealed drops of blood.

Even the ground had been stained crimson by the sky, emitting a nauseating stench.

Looking around, nothing resembled the sacred Sepulcher of the Sacred they once knew.

It felt more like a demonic lair, filled with unspeakable horrors, where only fear could be felt.

"This... is this really the Sepulcher of the Sacred? What on earth happened in here?!"

"The Sepulcher of the Sacred is supposed to be the resting place of countless Holy Emperors! How could it have turned into this?!"

The Holy Emperors who had once entered the Sepulcher of the Sacred were especially in disbelief. They couldn't accept that this was truly the same place.

They still remembered it clearly—the Sepulcher of the Sacred had once been filled with vibrant spiritual plants and flowers, with the sky bathed in holy golden light.

In front of each Holy Emperor's tomb, mysterious and profound auras would drift, inspiring reverence in anyone who approached.

But now, the entire Sepulcher of the Sacred had become a city of the dead, filled with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

"ROAR!"

Just then, as if sensing the presence of intruders, a ghastly howl echoed from deep within the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

The howl was chilling and horrifying. Immediately after, the ground in the distance began to crack open.

From the fissures in the earth, skeletal hands—nothing but bone—began to emerge.

These hands gripped the edges of the cracks, clawing their way upward as if they had found something they desperately craved.

More and more cracks appeared, and the creatures climbing out of them finally became visible.

Hundreds, then thousands, and eventually tens of thousands of skeletons crawled out from beneath the ground.

They wore tattered, mismatched clothing, but all that remained of them were bones.

Their hollow eye sockets glowed with a faint red light, their movements sluggish yet filled with an insatiable greed.

It was as if every living person present was the feast they had been waiting for.

"What in the world happened to turn the Sepulcher of the Sacred into this?"

If they had come here with anyone else, no one would've dared to move forward at this point.

But...

Looking at the awe-inspiring figure of Goddess Sylvia, an inexplicable surge of courage welled up inside them.

"Charge! Clear the path to the depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred for the Holy Emperors!"

Abbot Fenvin and Faelan led the charge, with Holy Emperor Starwind wielding a silver spear, rushing ahead at the front.

In an instant, countless practitioners were inspired.

Every single one of them was a top-tier practitioner on the continent of Elant, each holding a prestigious position. How could they back down at such a critical moment?

"Charge!"

The light from magical artifacts flashed across the blood-red sky as the practitioners surged forward.

The eerie skeletons, with their grotesque faces, wielded chilling weapons made from human bones, eager to devour more flesh.

They were far stronger than most practitioners had imagined.

Nearly every one of these skeletons was at least at the Mystic Core level!

The battlefield quickly descended into chaos as the practitioners fought bravely, pushing forward.

But even with Sacred Forms and powerful spells flying left and right, it was difficult to break through the skeletons' defenses.

The battle became a chaotic mess, with no clear victor in sight.

"These skeletons may look ordinary, but they're far from the usual undead creatures. Their bodies are so tough that even a typical Mystic Core practitioner struggles to break through."

Holy Emperor Luminis muttered to himself as he watched the scene unfold.

His small, childlike body—barely the size of an eight-year-old—was filled with endless curiosity and chatter.

But more than that...

After glancing at Timothy, Holy Emperor Luminis walked over to Sylvia's side. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a slightly childish voice, trying to flatter her: "As expected of Goddess Sylvia. If anyone else were leading, there's no way these people would be charging forward like this."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I'm just fulfilling my duty as a Holy Emperor."

Sylvia glanced at him briefly, clearly not in the mood for conversation.

Her tone was cold and distant, with a hint of aloofness.

Holy Emperor Luminis felt a bit awkward. It seemed that even his appearance as a young boy wasn't enough to make the goddess treat him any differently.

But after thinking it over, he quickly let it go.

In hundreds of years, when had Goddess Sylvia ever shown any special attention to any man?

Especially not to that Timothy...

Looking at Timothy, Holy Emperor Luminis couldn't help but smirk mockingly.

There's no way, right? Timothy, a disciple under the goddess herself, actually having a girlfriend? Impossible.

Just wait—soon, I'll expose him for the fraud he is!

But just as Holy Emperor Luminis was feeling smug, Timothy let out a small yawn, looking a bit tired.

"Are you okay? Are you still not fully recovered?"

Sylvia, who had been coldly observing the chaos within the Sepulcher of the Sacred, suddenly showed a trace of concern, her gaze softening as she looked Timothy over.

The worry in her eyes was unmistakable.

"I'm fine, Sylvia. It's just a yawn, not because I'm weak or anything..."

Timothy smiled helplessly.

Maybe she was just being overly concerned. Lately, Sylvia had been oddly worried about his health, especially his stamina, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.

If it weren't for the other Holy Emperors around, Timothy would've loved to say something cheeky like:

"Don't worry, once I reach the Transcendence Realm and become a Holy Emperor, it'll be you who has to be careful, my dear Sylvia!"

"As long as you're okay. The Sepulcher of the Sacred is extremely dangerous. Nothing else matters—just make sure you stay safe."

Sylvia nodded, still somewhat skeptical, but her concern was genuine as she gave him a serious reminder.

"Got it." Timothy smiled and nodded in agreement.

But this scene left Holy Emperor Luminis completely dumbfounded.