Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Sylvia's dress, though not ordinary by any means, was instantly overwhelmed the moment it came into contact with the Celestial Feathered Gown.

With a flash of intense light, her dress shattered into pieces.

For a brief moment, her flawless, snow-white skin was exposed under the glow, before the Celestial Feathered Gown gently settled onto her delicate frame.

As if imbued with a divine presence, the gown subtly adjusted itself, molding perfectly to Sylvia's graceful curves.

The gown's soft, flowing fabric clung to her body, accentuating her already stunning figure even more.

A gentle breeze swept by, causing the vibrant, multicolored gown to sway lightly.

The hem of the dress draped smoothly, parting slightly at her long, jade-like legs, resembling petals that framed her exquisite form.

A soft jingling sound echoed.

At the same time, a pair of light blue bells appeared around her slender ankles, their crisp chime ringing out.

Her bare feet, pure and delicate like lotus roots, stepped lightly across the sky, leaving ripples in their wake.

For a moment, it seemed as though she was walking on air, her steps so light they barely disturbed the dust beneath her.

The Celestial Feathered Gown fluttered around her like a butterfly, serene and graceful.

It was beautiful, but not in an overpowering way—more like a gentle waterfall, soft and flowing.

On Sylvia, the gown didn't steal the spotlight; instead, it highlighted her natural, cold elegance, making her beauty even more striking.

Her clear, bright eyes scanned the surroundings, rippling like the surface of a calm lake.

In that moment, her ethereal beauty was so breathtaking, it was as if a goddess had descended from the heavens, leaving everyone in awe.

The golden phoenix's spectral form was slowly fading away.

Though it couldn't speak, its gaze lingered on Timothy and Sylvia, as if offering a silent nod of approval.

A soft breeze blew through.

Finally, the golden phoenix dissolved into countless specks of light, disappearing into the sky.

But the scene it left behind was so stunning that even the Pale Phoenixes were left speechless for a long time.

They had seen beautiful human women before.

Some were said to be so lovely they could topple kingdoms, their beauty causing fish to sink and birds to fall from the sky.

But compared to the poetic, dreamlike sight before them now, nothing could compare.

They couldn't even fathom that such beauty could exist in this world.

Perhaps that's why the Celestial Feathered Gown had descended for the first time in millennia.

Even from afar, just watching the way Timothy and Sylvia exchanged glances made one of the Pale Phoenixes feel like she was being force-fed a mouthful of "dog food" (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

"Celestial Feathered Gown?

It's definitely the most beautiful piece of clothing I've ever seen.

I didn't expect it to live up to its reputation as the finest in the world."

It's human nature to appreciate beauty.

Even Sylvia couldn't help but feel a little excited as she twirled around, admiring how perfectly the Celestial Feathered Gown fit her body.

As she spun, the hem of the gown swayed with the wind, like flowers dancing in the breeze.

But soon, she noticed Timothy standing nearby, watching her intently.

Clearly, Timothy was also a bit taken aback by how stunning the gown looked on her.

Pretending not to notice, Sylvia playfully leaned in and suddenly pinched the tip of Timothy's nose, teasing, "What are you staring at?"

"Ahem, nothing."

Even Timothy hadn't expected that, with the Celestial Feathered Gown on, Sylvia would look so beautiful that he'd been momentarily dazed.

He quickly cleared his throat, trying to cover it up with a laugh. "Just admiring how my wife is showing off."

"What did you say?"

Sylvia, who had been expecting a compliment, immediately puffed out her cheeks in mock annoyance.

But Timothy had anticipated this. He quickly switched tactics, taking the lead with a grin. "Ahem, what I meant to say was, babe, you look absolutely stunning in the Celestial Feathered Gown."

"Ugh~ (っ//////////c)"

Sylvia wasn't sure what kind of weird nickname "stinky darling" was, but being complimented so suddenly made her shyly turn her head away.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"How beautiful exactly?"

"Beautiful enough that I want to make love to the goddess right now."

"(っ//////////c)"

"..."

In just a few short exchanges, the air between them was filled with sweetness.

The cool breeze brushed against Sylvia's flushed cheeks for a while before she finally managed to calm down.

"You smooth talker…"

She playfully poked Timothy's chest with her delicate finger, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her true feelings.

Without realizing it, the two of them had intertwined their fingers. When they finally snapped back to reality and looked down, they remembered they were still in the Phoenix Clan.

And, well, it seemed like a whole group of phoenixes had been silently watching them, probably for quite some time, while they were lost in their little world…

"Congratulations to both of you. I never thought that after tens of thousands of years, someone would actually be able to take the Celestial Feathered Gown from the Phoenix Clan. Today, we've finally fulfilled the wish of our ancestors."

After being stunned for a while, Solara finally snapped out of it. She quickly transformed into her human form and flew over to Sylvia and Timothy.

It wasn't until she accidentally became a bystander to their little love show that she realized why the Celestial Feathered Gown, which hadn't been claimed in millennia, had appeared today.

This was just too sweet!

Goddess Sylvia usually seemed so cold and untouchable, but when she was with Timothy, she was practically radiating the scent of love at all times!

After witnessing this invisible display of affection, if these two didn't get the Celestial Feathered Gown, Solara wouldn't have believed it!

"Thank you, Matriarch."

Sylvia, noticing that Solara had always been kind to her, expressed her gratitude.

But soon, she noticed something odd and curiously asked, "But Matriarch, why is your outfit so… revealing compared to when we first entered the Phoenix Clan?"

"Pfft."

That question hit Solara like a sharp arrow straight to the heart.

Indeed, after transforming into her human form, her clothing was not only minimal but also as thin as a cicada's wings.

If she weren't using her arms to cover herself, it would be like she wasn't wearing anything at all!

But this wasn't her fault!

"Well… it's because all my feathers were plucked!" Solara's eyes welled up with tears.

She had always taken the easy route and never bothered to learn the human practitioners' method of conjuring clothes. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

Whenever she transformed, she would simply turn her feathers into clothing.

But now that she barely had any feathers left, she had no clothes after transforming.

Thank goodness there were no outsiders in the Phoenix Clan, or she, the mighty Matriarch, would've been seen as some kind of pervert!

"Huh? So that's why!" Sylvia blinked in surprise before bursting into a soft giggle.

"Don't laugh! All my feathers were used to make the Celestial Feathered Gown, so now I'm practically naked! It's like killing a phoenix and breaking her heart, ughhh…"

Solara hugged herself tightly, looking pitiful.

Sylvia: "…"

Timothy: "…"

"Well, thank you, little phoenix."

But just then, Solara felt a sudden warmth behind her.

Timothy and Sylvia, standing on either side of her, had woven a brand-new outfit out of spiritual energy.

Gently, they draped it over her shoulders.

"This is…"

Solara tugged at the new clothes curiously, her eyes still glistening with tears. But suddenly, she felt a warmth spread through her heart…