Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Roar!

The sky echoed with the thunderous roars of dragons, one after another. The massive dragon army soaring above the clouds was clearly ecstatic about Azura's return.

The enormous dragon bodies weaving through the clouds, accompanied by their majestic roars, left many practitioners along the way stunned, their heads tilted upward in awe.

"What on earth is happening?"

"I heard the Dragon King of the Western Seas is returning to the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon."

"Isn't the Dragon King supposed to always reside at the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon? What's so special about this?"

"What's so special? You must not know. For the past year, Azura, the Dragon King, has been Timothy's companion beast.

And more importantly, rumors say that Azura's dragon bloodline is the purest it's been in millennia.

There are even whispers from the higher-ups in the dragon clan that with the purity of Azura's Ancestral Dragon bloodline, she's comparable to the ancient dragons!"

"Comparable to the ancient dragons?!"

That statement immediately caused a wave of shock.

After all, everyone knew what the word "ancient" implied.

If the rumors were true, Azura's power would be terrifyingly immense.

"An ancient dragon! No wonder the dragon army is so excited. This is beyond terrifying!"

As they gazed at the distant sky, the practitioners who overheard the conversation couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and fear.

The grand movements of the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon had already shaken the entire world, drawing the attention of countless sects.

It was clear just how much the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon valued Azura's return.

And they were proudly flaunting it.

If Azura truly returned to the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, it would be a monumental leap forward for the shrine!

Even the dragons from the other three seas, watching the scene unfold, were far more reverent and fearful than the humans.

At this moment, the cloud carrying the dragon army had already drifted over the Western Sea.

With each roar, the massive dragons joyfully dove into the ocean below.

The sight of thousands of colossal dragons plunging into the sea was like watching golden pillars descend into the depths.

As their bodies entered the water, they stirred up massive waves, the ocean surging violently as if it could swallow mountains and rivers. Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire

The scene was nothing short of breathtaking.

"Welcome back, Dragon King, to the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon!"

The dragon guards beneath the sea surfaced, bowing deeply in respect.

The dragons surged, and the seas bowed in reverence.

Amidst the crashing waves, the dragons in the clouds, along with Timothy and Azura, slowly submerged into the water, heading toward the deep sea.

As the dragon pearl within the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon began to radiate a brilliant light, it illuminated the surrounding ocean for miles.

When the underwater scene came into view, it was even more magnificent than anyone could have imagined.

In the depths of the ocean, billions of sea creatures were converging toward the spot where Azura had entered the water.

Sea turtles, fish, and all manner of arthropods and strange, indescribable species of the deep.

Some gazed up in reverence, while others remained still, frozen in awe.

Though they couldn't take human form, their deep respect was unmistakable.

The dazzling light reflected off the water, and the surrounding spectacle was beyond words.

Countless awe-struck sea creatures gathered like a massive umbrella, forming a protective barrier around Azura.

This was their Dragon King, the one they would forever revere and look up to.

Azura's arrival was like a monarch ascending the throne, drawing the worship and fear of billions of subjects.

Though the ocean was silent, every creature was expressing its reverence in its own way.

It wasn't just because Azura was the Dragon King. More importantly, it was because of the bloodline she carried—the unparalleled, pure Ancestral Dragon bloodline.

Under the leadership of such a bloodline, the dragon clan was destined to thrive and prosper!

Azura's return was destined to herald the rise of the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon.

The shrine loomed ahead as the massive clouds dispersed, revealing the dragon army descending to the rocky seabed, tens of thousands of feet below the surface.

Azura's figure slowly floated down as well.

"Dragon King," an elder dragon named Draconis approached Azura with deep reverence, "those who once disrespected you or harbored discontent and joined the rebellion have all been imprisoned in the deep-sea dungeons, awaiting your judgment.

As for the dragons currently serving in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, they are all your loyal followers. They've sworn blood oaths, pledging their lives to you. They would rather face death than ever betray you again."

Draconis bowed even lower, his voice filled with respect. "So, Dragon King, please proceed."

As his words faded, a long path opened up before Azura.

The path led directly into the heart of the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon. Along the way, towering iron pillars, engraved with intricate dragon patterns, rose from the ground. Each pillar held a radiant dragon pearl, glowing with a vibrant, crystalline light.

The road was paved with dragon bones, and on either side stood a hundred pillars, each crowned with a dragon pearl.

This was the highest honor the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon could bestow—a ceremonial path reserved for the most revered.

With every step Azura took, the dragon pearls flared to life, their light dazzling, and the faint echoes of dragon roars reverberated through the ocean.

It was as if thousands of dragons were bowing in worship, waiting in awe for the one who would walk this sacred path.

When Azura had first ascended to the position of Dragon King, her greatest wish had been to one day receive such respect.

But now, as she gazed at the scene before her, there wasn't a trace of joy on her face.

And yet…

Feeling the weight of the moment, Azura clenched her small fists.

She knew there was no turning back now.

With countless eyes filled with anticipation and reverence upon her, Azura had no choice but to step forward, one slow step at a time, onto the path.

Her steps, however, were slightly stiff.

Perhaps fearing that Azura might change her mind, the dragons made no move to stop Timothy from walking alongside her.

The two—man and dragon—walked closely together, slowly making their way down the long road.

The dragon pearls continued to light up one by one, and the overwhelming presence of dragon might filled the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon.

Though Azura's pace was slow, it wasn't long before she had traversed the entire path. All one hundred dragon pearls were now shining brightly.

And before her stood the Dragon King's throne, forged from the bones of ancient dragons.

The seat still glistened with pure dragon blood, the golden liquid seemingly calling out to the bloodline within Azura, urging her forward.

This throne was the object of countless dragons' desires. It had once been Azura's dream as well.

But now, as her gaze lingered on it, a hint of sadness flickered in her eyes.

Just one more step, and she could reclaim the seat that had once been hers.

Yet, under the watchful eyes of countless dragons and Sea Folk, Azura's steps toward the throne came to an abrupt halt…