Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Is this what love between Holy Emperor-level powerhouses looks like?"

The breathtaking scene left many practitioners in awe.

Such flawless love—no matter how far back they searched their memories, this was the first time they had ever witnessed something like this.

Their lips gently touched, and Sylvia's Celestial Feathered Gown fluttered in the wind. The beauty of the moment seemed to capture all the wonders of the world.

For a brief moment, even time itself seemed to stand still. Some began to wonder if they had somehow stepped into the Celestial Realm.

But just then, something extraordinary happened.

A sudden burst of golden light erupted from both Timothy and Sylvia, and two powerful auras shot up into the sky.

The beams of light pierced the heavens, as if they were reaching beyond the clouds.

The shockwaves spread in all directions, covering miles upon miles of land.

Divine power surged, and the heavens responded with a celestial phenomenon!

"This... what is this?!"

Even Holy Maiden Aeliana's eyes widened in disbelief.

She quickly realized what was happening.

This was the sign of a breakthrough!

And it wasn't just any breakthrough—Timothy and Sylvia, who had been stuck at the peak of the Transcendence Realm for so long, were breaking through at the same time!

"The Elant Continent hasn't seen anyone reach the Ascension Phase in ten thousand years. How could Timothy and Sylvia suddenly break through today…?"

After a long silence, as she watched the two kiss, Holy Maiden Aeliana finally understood.

It all made sense now—the wedding was the key.

Timothy had been facing a bottleneck in his cultivation, unable to progress for a long time.

Sylvia, who had always been cold and had severed all emotional ties, was also stuck just before the Ascension Phase.

Though both of them were already at the pinnacle of power on the Elant Continent, they hadn't been acknowledged by the heavens.

Why? Because they both had unresolved feelings for each other—feelings that had become a barrier to their breakthroughs.

But the wedding at Sky Sanctuary had finally severed those emotional ties.

By becoming a couple, Timothy unlocked the ancient eight meridians, fully stepping into the Ascension Phase.

Sylvia, too, let go of her past attachments, breaking free from the constraints of the heavens and entering the Ascension Phase.

In a single day, the Elant Continent, which hadn't seen an Ascension Phase powerhouse in ten thousand years, now had two Supreme Emperors!

The surrounding practitioners were stunned, unable to believe what they were witnessing. Even Timothy and Sylvia hadn't expected this outcome.

It turned out that the wedding was the final key to their breakthrough.

As their lips slowly parted, they gazed into each other's eyes and shared a soft smile.

However...

As they looked toward the gathering of practitioners, a cold glint flashed in both of their eyes.

"Come out. Your disguise has been seen through. There's no point in hiding anymore," Timothy said, his voice icy.

In an instant, the Sacred Bell rang out in the sky.

Invisible ripples spread in all directions, and a brilliant golden barrier suddenly enveloped the entire peak of Sky Sanctuary.

It was as if there was no escape—neither to the heavens nor the earth.

"Heh, I was planning to strike and kill both of you while you were distracted.

But I didn't expect you to break through at such a critical moment. In that case…"

Roar!

From within the crowd, an unremarkable practitioner's face twisted into a grotesque expression.

Realizing his identity had been exposed, he let out a furious roar and tore off the skin that had been concealing him.

Whoosh!

A chilling wind howled through the air, and the figure that had once appeared to be an ordinary practitioner was now a towering mass of black mist, hundreds of feet tall!

"This aura... this is bad!"

The surrounding practitioners were immediately filled with dread, scrambling to retreat as far as they could.

None of them had expected such a creature to be hiding at Sky Sanctuary.

No, this wasn't just some ordinary monster.

The cold, oppressive aura it emitted made everyone feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss. That feeling—it was as if...

The King of the Underworld!

"If I'm not mistaken, you're the Underworld King who just broke free, aren't you?"

Timothy's cold smile cut through the tension.

This guy's methods were indeed strange and elusive. He had hidden himself among the crowd so well that neither Timothy nor Goddess Sylvia had noticed him. If they hadn't both broken through to the Supreme Emperor level during that kiss, they might have fallen for his trap and been ambushed in the shadows.

There were no enemies on the Elant Continent with power at this level. Even if there were, none would dare infiltrate Sky Sanctuary so brazenly.

So, there was only one possibility.

"You're here to avenge the Eight Ebon Goddesses, aren't you?"

"That's right. Hmph, so what if you've broken through to the Ascension Phase? I, the Underworld King, have emerged today to settle this score with you!"

Within the massive shadow, a grotesque, twisted head swayed eerily. The cold, sinister aura it emitted spread out, and it was clear that the Underworld King, whose plan had failed, was now consumed by rage.

Timothy, however, remained calm. "Oh? But aside from the Eight Ebon Goddesses, there's something else that's really driving your anger, isn't there? From the resurrection of the Holy Emperor's corpse in the Sepulcher of the Sacred, to the chaos in the Netherworld that nearly led to its destruction—those strange powers all originated from the Ninefold Underworld. Let me guess, your true goal isn't just revenge. You want to devour all the other realms of the Netherworld, disrupt the cycle of reincarnation, and sacrifice billions of souls. You plan to use them as offerings to repair your broken body, don't you?"

Timothy's gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade.

It wasn't until he saw the Underworld King that he finally understood the chain of events that had unfolded since the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

Practitioners, though they could live for tens of thousands of years, were not truly immortal. The Underworld King, after gaining control of all the realms of the Netherworld, had set his sights on the human world, intending to wipe out humanity and eventually slay the gods, becoming the sole deity. His lust for power had consumed him, making him unwilling to face death. He had resorted to forbidden techniques, turning himself into a grotesque, half-dead creature, clinging to life for countless millennia.

But even with all that, he still couldn't stop the inevitable end of his life.

So, he had turned to this final, desperate plan.

Unfortunately for him, despite all his preparations, his attempt to shatter the cycle of reincarnation had fallen short by one crucial step.

And that step was his insatiable greed.

"Clinging to life for so many years—what's the point? Why not let me help you find peace and wash away your sins? I've got better things to do, like making love to my wife. I don't have time to waste on you," Timothy said with a faint, indifferent smile.

Roar!

He had hit the mark.

Having his true motives and plans exposed, the Underworld King—once a being who ruled over countless souls and controlled life and death—was now utterly enraged.

"The only reason I'm in this wretched state is because… No matter what, I will survive! I won't disappear like some insect, fading into nothingness. You two are perfect offerings. Why not become my finest sacrifices right here and now?"

Fury and hunger intertwined, and the Underworld King descended into madness.

His massive, grotesque body twisted and writhed, and even though it was shrouded in black mist, the sight of the hideous, pulsating flesh beneath was enough to make anyone nauseous.

A deafening roar echoed across the skies above Sky Sanctuary.

A chilling wind howled, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing in agony.

The sky darkened, and a storm of yellow sand swept across the land, like the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, surging forward to kill.

It was clear that the Underworld King wasn't holding back. He intended to crush Timothy and Sylvia with this single, devastating blow.

And at the same time, he would raze Sky Sanctuary to the ground!

But...

Faced with the terrifying scene of countless ghosts howling and shrieking, Timothy simply glanced at Sylvia beside him. The two exchanged a smile full of trust.

"Let's do this, babe."

"I just leveled up, so you'd better keep up, hubby~... ahem."

Their words were sweet, tinged with a bit of shyness, as if they were sharing a private joke. But the moment Timothy and Sylvia raised their wooden swords, the atmosphere around them shifted dramatically.

A divine aura surged forth, and a sharp, overwhelming sword energy swept through the air.

"Dong~"

The Sacred Bell rang for the first time. Timothy and Sylvia lifted their wooden swords in unison.

"Dong~~"

The Sacred Bell rang a second time. Their sword tips touched, and a mysterious sword intent began to swirl between them, growing stronger as they fed off each other's energy and understanding.

"Dong~~~"

The Sacred Bell rang a third time.

They looked ahead at the Lord of the Underworld, who had descended into madness, leading an endless swarm of ghosts, accompanied by a howling, icy wind.

Timothy and Sylvia drew their swords and slashed in perfect harmony.

"Clang!"

The sound of their blades echoed through the sky, and the sharp sword energy seemed powerful enough to pierce the heavens.

A crimson sword light exploded forth, magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold by the power of the Sacred Bell.

The sword energy cut through the darkness, pierced through souls, and descended like divine judgment—holy, unstoppable, and overwhelming.

Even the most skilled sword practitioners watching couldn't help but widen their eyes in disbelief.

In all their years, they had never witnessed such profound and powerful sword intent.

The ghosts within the black mist felt it too.

Even before the sword energy reached them, a primal fear gripped their hearts, and they desperately tried to flee.

But it was already too late.

The sword energy tore through the void, slicing through the clouds.

The moment it entered the black mist, there was no escape.

Like molten lava, the instant the sword energy touched them, no matter how powerful the ghosts were, they stood no chance. They could only watch in agony as their souls dissolved, disintegrating into nothingness.

The air was filled with the anguished wails of the ghosts, echoing through the black mist. Even the Lord of the Underworld, who had been consumed by rage, finally felt a sliver of fear.

Dragging his broken body out of the abyss, he had thought he could easily crush two mere Holy Emperor-level opponents.

But never in his wildest dreams did he expect that, on this depleted continent, there would be people who had actually broken through to the Supreme Emperor level.

And the fusion of sword intent that Timothy and Sylvia displayed was beyond anything he could comprehend!

For the first time, aside from fearing the passage of time, he felt true terror—terror of something other than death.

And it came from deep within his soul.

"Roar!"

The Lord of the Underworld opened his massive, grotesque mouth and roared, desperately trying to resist with the sinister energy he had accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

But his decaying body, worn down by time, had left him with little control or sanity.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword energy tore through the black mist, cutting down countless ghosts, shattering the dark energy, and reaching him.

"No!"

The Lord of the Underworld finally let out a terrified scream.

He never imagined he would fall to such a state, and he refused to accept the reality of his impending death.

"Spare me, spare me!"

"Let me go! I have endless treasures, I can repay you both!"

"Don't do this, stop! Please, believe me, believe me!"

From within the black mist, a constant stream of seductive whispers echoed, trying to confuse Timothy and Sylvia.

But the voice, which could easily sway even a Holy Emperor-level practitioner, had no effect on the two of them.

They exchanged a glance, their thoughts perfectly aligned.

"Swish!"

Their sharp wooden swords shot skyward, and the two streams of sword energy merged into one, their sword intent perfectly synchronized.

The energy tore through the void, slicing through the black mist. Any obstacle in its path crumbled like paper.

"Slash."

Within the black mist, the massive figure was finally cleaved in two by a single strike.

A gaping wound tore through the endless black fog, which could no longer regenerate.

"I... can't believe... this is happening..."

In the depths of the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes, wild like a beast's, gleamed with terror and unwillingness.

The Lord of the Underworld, using every ounce of his strength, seemed to search for one last chance to survive.

But in the end, his body could no longer hold on.

It was far too late.

Golden flames roared to life, and the holy fire began to consume his body bit by bit. Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

This illusory form, built from countless evils for his own selfish desires, finally fell, consumed by the flames, his agonized wails fading into nothingness.

As the wind howled, his form was completely burned away, scattered and erased from the world.

"It's finally over..."

"What terrifying sword intent!"

Even after a long while, the practitioners watching were still unable to shake off the shock of what they had just witnessed.

After all, those two sword energies had faced none other than the Lord of the Underworld!

No one had ever imagined that the ruler of countless souls in the Netherworld, the one who controlled the cycle of death and rebirth, could fall to such a state.

And more shockingly, that he could actually be killed!

Just then, from above the Sky Sanctuary, a beam of light pierced through the clouds and descended.

Under everyone's gaze, the golden light slowly transformed, revealing a staircase that stretched all the way to the heavens.

"That's... the Celestial Ladder!"

"Only those who have reached the Ascension Phase and gained the recognition of the Celestial Realm can summon the Celestial Ladder. I can't believe the power Timothy and the goddess just displayed actually summoned it!"

Many practitioners looked on in astonishment.

They had read about it in ancient texts, but it had been so many years since anyone had reached the Ascension Phase that none of them had ever seen such a sacred event in person.

"So..."

Countless eyes turned toward Timothy and Sylvia.

But what they saw was Timothy already cradling Sylvia in his arms, one hand under her knees and the other around her waist, holding her gently.

"Timothy, are you and the goddess really going to..."

Holy Maiden Aeliana and Azura rushed forward, their voices filled with urgency.

The woman and the dragon both had tears welling up in their eyes.

They never expected the sudden appearance of the Celestial Ladder to bring such an abrupt farewell.

Seeing Timothy holding the goddess so decisively, it seemed like he had already made up his mind to leave.

"What are you two thinking?"

To their surprise, Timothy chuckled when he saw their panicked, pitiful expressions.

"The most important thing right now is to take the goddess and make love to her. The Celestial Ladder? We can deal with that later."

With a red sash tied around his waist, he lifted Sylvia's delicate body and headed straight for the bedroom.

"You!"

Sylvia's gaze was deep, but soon, her previously coquettish demeanor broke into an uncontrollable giggle.

This time, instead of blaming Timothy, she tilted her head up and gently kissed him.

The beauty was dressed in silk, her face as delicate as drifting clouds.

Holding Sylvia in his arms, Timothy walked to the bedroom and gently kissed her creamy cheek, whispering softly, "Sylvia, I love you."

"I love you too."

"How long will you love me?"

"Ten thousand years... no, forever."

Sylvia's legs were slowly spread apart...

"Timothy, be gentle with me..." Sylvia shyly cooperated with Timothy.

10 minutes later...

"Fuck me... please... fuck me now... please... fuck me hard..." Sylvia excitedly arched her head back, her throat emitting seductive cries as the rising heat made her tremble.

"Oh... ah... faster... oh... ah... ah ah ah..."

Sylvia smiled lightly, her eyes watery, full of emotion.

"Ah... it feels so good... oh oh... really... oh... it feels so good... ah... you're so deep... oh oh... you've hit the bottom... ah... you've hit the bottom..."

"Don't stop... ah..."

[Ding, Timothy, congratulations, you have completed 2¹⁴ trials and can now return to your original world to use the Key of the Star Prison to unlock ancient powers]

[Once unlocked, you will become the strongest Demon King in the history of the demon race]

[Do you choose to return to your original world and become the strongest Demon King?]

"I choose..."

[No]

"Ah... this feels so good..." Sylvia's seductive lips parted as she let out a breathless moan, her nipples standing erect.

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The End...

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By the way, just how many trials did he go through?

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