Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

None of the practitioners could have imagined that the Netherworld Princess—who had never been seen in person on the continent of Elant—would actually show up to attend the Goddess's wedding.

But what was even more surprising…

Sylvia and Erelyn locked eyes across the crowd, holding each other's gaze for a long moment.

It was as if they had known each other for ages, with no need for words.

Sylvia's eyes swept over the sea of practitioners gathered at Sky Sanctuary, representing various sects.

Clearly, all the major sects, the Legendary Mystic Realm, and even the Solara—who had taken human form and were hiding among the crowd—had arrived for the celebration.

"It's time," Sylvia murmured softly.

In the next instant, the Sacred Bell appeared high in the sky, radiating a divine and majestic presence.

As the bell tolled, golden ripples spread outward, washing over the crowd.

Though it lacked the deadly aura it once carried, the sheer authority contained within the Sacred Bell still made every practitioner present—up to and including the Holy Emperor and even those at his level—feel a tremor in their hearts.

"It seems the Goddess has grown even stronger. She must be at the very peak of the Transcendence Realm by now!"

The entire area fell into a deep silence. Even the birds and beasts bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound under such overwhelming power.

And then, a crimson light slowly rose behind Sylvia. It was her sword, shifting into a new form.

The wooden sword transformed into a massive, ethereal shadow, hovering silently in the air. Though it barely emitted any energy, the mere hint of its sword intent sent a chill through everyone's hearts.

In that moment, Sylvia took in the entire scene before her.

Standing at the peak of Sky Sanctuary, she finally parted her lips, her voice carrying across the gathered practitioners:

"Today, I will marry Timothy here at Sky Sanctuary.

Does anyone object?"

The silence was absolute. No one dared to make a sound, terrified of being misunderstood.

"Are you sure? No objections?"

"Of… of course not."

Countless lower-level practitioners were trembling in fear, their faces pale. With the Sacred Bell and that sword hanging in the sky, even if they wanted to object, they wouldn't dare!

Suddenly, Sylvia let out a soft chuckle, breaking the tension. "Is that really how it is?

Am I really that scary?

Oh well, I guess this saves us a lot of trouble.

We can… get started sooner."

Her smile, as radiant as the first thaw of spring, left many in the crowd momentarily stunned.

In their eyes, Goddess Sylvia had always been a distant, untouchable figure—cold, aloof, and unapproachable.

No one had ever imagined that she could smile like this.

And what a smile it was—like a celestial being descended from the heavens, ethereal and breathtaking.

"It seems the Goddess has truly changed a lot."

Under the watchful eyes of practitioners from every sect, Sylvia began to walk gracefully toward Timothy.

Her Celestial Feathered Gown accentuated her elegant, slender figure, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her aura was as pure and refined as an immortal untouched by the mortal world.

Her eyes sparkled with warmth, and a faint smile played at the corners of her lips—fleeting and elusive, like fireworks in the night sky, yet dazzling and flawless.

Step by step, she approached the figure she had longed to embrace.
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Before they knew it, the two of them were standing at the very center of Sky Sanctuary, bathed in radiant light.

The shattered void connecting to the Celestial Realm gently poured down beams of light, making Sylvia's already stunning Celestial Feathered Gown seem even more otherworldly.

Surrounded by that light, she was so breathtakingly beautiful that it almost felt hard to breathe.

"Darling, you look absolutely stunning today," Timothy said with a soft smile, gazing at the woman before him.

Sylvia responded with a quiet murmur, "Only today?"

"Of course not. Not just today—yesterday, the day before, and every day to come. Tomorrow, the day after, and for the rest of our lives, you'll always be the most beautiful."

"You… hmph~ (っ//////////c)."

Sylvia hadn't expected Timothy's words to be so flawless. She tried to maintain her composure, but the blush spreading across her cheeks betrayed her.

This shy, flustered moment didn't escape Timothy's notice.

"So…"

He stepped closer, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

From the moment he accidentally delivered that challenge letter to the Goddess, to the day they officially became a couple and announced their relationship to the world—every memory flashed through Timothy's mind.

Through it all, there was one thing Timothy could say with absolute certainty, without a shred of doubt: the journey that began with that misdelivered love letter, leading to his romance with the Goddess, was something he would never regret.

"Goddess, will you marry me?"

In the next moment, Timothy knelt down slightly, and two rings appeared in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere.

He gently held one of the rings in his right hand, looking at Sylvia with tenderness.

"This is…"

Sylvia's gaze froze for a moment as she stared at the ring, glowing with a brilliant, multicolored light.

She recognized it immediately—these rings were crafted from the rarest of materials, the Origin Stones.

And those Origin Stones…

"So, that's why you went off alone to face the seven Ebon Goddesses that day," Sylvia said, her eyes suddenly misting with tears.

Scenes from the moment Timothy entered her life began to swirl in her mind, each memory vivid and clear.

Her thoughts were filled with emotion, yet they were as calm and pure as a still lake.

Though she had ruled as an empress for centuries, built Sky Sanctuary with her own hands, and was revered by all practitioners as Goddess Sylvia…

The heavens bear witness, and the earth stands as proof.

"I, Sylvia, will…"

Sylvia extended her smooth, delicate hand, her voice filled with unwavering conviction.

She had long since made up her mind, and she was absolutely certain that this love would remain steadfast, unchanging through the passage of time, no matter what the future held.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing her beautiful hair and the hem of her Celestial Feathered Gown to sway ever so slightly. The scene was so breathtaking, it was like a painting come to life.

For a moment, even Timothy was left speechless, mesmerized by the flawless beauty of Sylvia in that instant.

But soon, he smiled.

Under the watchful eyes of Azura, Holy Maiden Aeliana, Erelyn, and countless top-tier practitioners from across the world, Timothy slowly and gently slid the ring onto Sylvia's left ring finger.

The ring sparkled on her slender, jade-like finger, radiating a brilliance that seemed to shine with a beauty all its own.

"And now, it's my turn."

With a playful smile, Sylvia took the other ring from Timothy's hand and placed his hand in hers.

Then, with her left hand—now adorned with the ring—she carefully slid the second ring, crafted from the precious Origin Stone, onto Timothy's left ring finger.

Leaning in close, she whispered softly in his ear, "I do. And I will love you forever."

Her voice, as gentle and fragrant as an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, sent a shiver down his spine.

Bathed in the radiant light, Sylvia's eyes shimmered like rippling autumn waters, clear and mesmerizing.

She stepped forward, her lips slowly meeting Timothy's in a tender kiss…