Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Impossible! Why would the goddess care so much about Timothy? It makes no sense!"

Holy Emperor Luminis was completely stunned.

In his memory, Sylvia had always been so cold and distant that even someone of Holy Emperor rank wouldn't dare show any disrespect.

And yet here was Timothy, who was definitely still a virgin, calling someone else out for being one!

The two of them had just been interacting in a way that almost seemed... sweet, like a couple. What on earth was going on?

Holy Emperor Luminis was utterly bewildered. He quickly glanced over at Holy Maiden Aeliana and Holy Emperor Earthshard, hoping for some explanation.

"Ahem, I didn't see anything," Holy Emperor Earthshard said, coughing awkwardly and waving his hand dismissively.

"Hmph, you figure it out yourself. I'm not about to say anything," Holy Maiden Aeliana chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

It was as if everyone knew something, but Luminis was the only one left in the dark, standing there like a fool.

"Hey, what's going on here?! Just because I've kept my childlike appearance to focus on mastering the Realm of a Thousand Blades doesn't mean you can treat me like a kid!"

Holy Emperor Luminis shouted, but it was as if no one was paying him any attention.

"You idiot, maybe you should stop looking like a kid and finally lose your virginity. You're so clueless it's embarrassing," Azura teased, sticking her tongue out at him before darting behind Timothy's legs for cover.

"You... you little dragon!" Luminis was so furious he nearly coughed up blood.

It was bad enough being humiliated by Timothy, but now even his pet was mocking him.

Before today, when had he ever been treated with such disrespect?

"You... you just wait!" Luminis stammered, trembling with rage as he glared at Timothy.

There was no way he believed that Goddess Sylvia had any real connection with Timothy. It had to be just some special treatment for a talented disciple. Soon, he'd expose Timothy's lies!

As Luminis fumed, the situation on the battlefield had already begun to shift.

Though the skeletons were incredibly powerful, each one with a body as tough as stone and strength comparable to a Mystic Core practitioner, they were starting to falter under the combined assault of the various sects.

The Elant continent had gathered many of its strongest practitioners here, and with the leadership of the Sky Sanctuary and Blooming Sanctuary, the warriors were fighting with renewed vigor, unleashing their deadliest techniques.

The glow of countless magical artifacts lit up the Sepulcher of the Sacred, and even the blood-red sky seemed to take on a different hue.

The sounds of battle echoed through the air as the practitioners trampled over the scattered bones of the fallen skeletons.

The warriors of Elant were clearly gaining momentum, their morale soaring as they fought on.

The skeleton army, which had initially held the advantage through sheer numbers, was now being pushed back.

"Boom!"

Abbot Fenvin shattered the skull of what appeared to be an evolved skeleton king with a single palm strike, his body bathed in a faint golden light. He turned to the practitioners behind him and shouted, "Come on, everyone! We're almost there! Let's finish off these creatures from the underworld!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Charge!"

Swords slashed, spears swept, and talismans exploded in midair. The energy of the warriors seemed to rise to a new level.

It was clear that the skeleton army's momentum had been completely crushed.

The practitioners pressed forward, wiping out more than half of the skeletons.

But just as everyone thought the battle was nearing its end, something strange happened. The skeleton army, which had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly stopped.

Then, starting from the rear, the skeletons began to part, moving to the sides and clearing a path.

It was as if something they feared greatly was about to arrive.

"Wait, what's going on? Why are those mindless creatures acting so strange all of a sudden? What's happening?"

In an instant, the atmosphere grew tense, and the air itself seemed to thicken with dread.

As the skeleton army parted, a figure slowly emerged from the blood-red depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure radiated in all directions.

The faint scent of blood in the air seemed to intensify, causing many practitioners to widen their eyes in shock. Their hearts pounded faster, as if gripped by an invisible force.

Even their breathing became labored, as though the very atmosphere had thickened, pressing down on them like a sky covered in endless storm clouds. The oppressive aura was far more terrifying than anything even a Holy Emperor could muster.

"What... what kind of presence is this? How is this pressure even possible?!"

Even Abbot Fenvin, who had been leading the charge at the front, couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes filled with disbelief.

There were four Holy Emperors present, and he had felt the weight of their power before. But this... this was something far more terrifying, something that shook him to his core.

What kind of being could exude an aura even more dreadful than Goddess Sylvia?

"That... that's—!"

As the skeleton army parted like a tide, revealing the blood-red figure to the crowd, countless practitioners turned pale, staring ahead in utter disbelief.

Some even began to tremble, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

The figure that appeared was none other than the legendary Supreme Emperor Verena, a practitioner who had once broken through the Transcendence Realm and reached the Ascension Phase!

"Supreme Emperor..."

Only those who had reached the Ascension Phase after becoming Holy Emperors were worthy of the title "Supreme Emperor."

For the Elant continent, where no Ascension Phase practitioner had appeared for millennia, the term "Supreme Emperor" had become almost forgotten.

But even so, the legends of those who had once stood at the pinnacle of power, commanding the awe and respect of all, still lingered in the hearts of many.

Supreme Emperor Verena was one such legend.

It was said that she had been the most powerful female practitioner of her time. Not only had she reached the rank of Holy Emperor, but her extraordinary talent had allowed her to step into the Ascension Phase, becoming a Supreme Emperor.

However, despite the reverence and admiration she had earned, Supreme Emperor Verena had chosen a path no one could have predicted.

She had died for love.

Rather than continue living alone, she had chosen to sever her spiritual foundation and end her life, a decision that had shocked the practitioner world.

Though her choice had been the subject of much debate, many practitioners, even those who had only read about her in ancient records, admired her for her boldness and passion. She had become a symbol of someone who dared to love and hate with equal intensity.

But now, no one could have imagined that the long-forgotten Supreme Emperor Verena would reappear in the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

And in such a way.

As the skeletons parted to make way, Supreme Emperor Verena walked forward slowly.

Her body, though long dead, showed no signs of decay.

She was as beautiful as the records had described—so stunning, in fact, that it stirred feelings of envy in those who looked upon her.

But there was one thing that everyone could see clearly.

Supreme Emperor Verena's eyes were hollow, devoid of life, and tinged with a faint, eerie red.

"That's... that's the corpse of a Supreme Emperor who reached the Ascension Phase!"

A wave of shock and terror swept through the crowd, leaving countless practitioners frozen in fear.