Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Becoming the Holy Emperor was a title countless practitioners had dreamed of.

Yet, standing before that threshold, many of the most talented individuals could only meet their end in frustration, never able to cross it.

But now, as a golden blade, sharp and radiant, formed from an immense concentration of spiritual energy, pierced through the barrier—

The threshold that had blocked Timothy for so long was finally crossed.

Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy, like a tidal wave, rushed into Timothy's body.

The sheer volume of energy was immense, and as it flooded into him, it seemed to reach a saturation point.

In an instant, it felt as though he had reached the absolute limit of what he could endure.

Timothy's bones emitted a cracking sound, like popcorn popping, and the blood flowing through his veins seemed to turn a divine shade of gold.

Everything about the scene made it clear that this moment was extraordinary.

After a brief silence, an enormous explosion of sound followed.

Boom!

An endless wave of spiritual energy burst outward, sweeping across the surroundings with incredible force.

The trees and grass near the Bridge of Souls trembled violently in the aftermath, almost as if they were about to be uprooted entirely.

The power contained in that shockwave was undeniable.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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The surface of the river rippled, and the spiritual energy that had just spread out now lingered in the air, shimmering with golden light and carrying a faint, sacred fragrance.

At that moment, the golden aura surrounding Timothy's body began to recede.

But the aura he now exuded was completely different from before.

An invisible, commanding presence of the Holy Emperor radiated outward, filling the space around him.

Though the faint golden glow hadn't fully dissipated, Timothy stood there, exuding an aura that was worlds apart from what it had been moments ago.

He was simply standing there, not making any movements.

Yet, just by looking at him, it was as if a divine statue had appeared, emanating an overwhelming and majestic power.

His brow, his eyes—everything about him now inspired awe in anyone who looked upon him. It was the kind of presence that made people want to kneel at his feet and swear their allegiance.

This was the power of the Holy Emperor. With just a gesture, the heavens and earth could tremble, and all living beings would bow in submission.

What was even more terrifying was that the divine aura subtly emanating from Timothy didn't feel like that of someone who had just ascended to the Holy Emperor level.

His power was like a lion waiting to pounce, far surpassing even those who had been at the Transcendence Realm for ages!

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully breaking through to the Transcendence Realm and becoming a Holy Emperor.]

As the system's notification rang out, Timothy couldn't help but glance at his own body.

A faint golden glow covered his skin, and at that moment, it felt like every part of him—his limbs, his torso, even every pore on his body—was connected to the universe itself.

More importantly, it was as if a massive, dormant wave was lying just beneath the surface.

The power within him felt like it could erupt into a raging tsunami at any moment.

Where once his spiritual sea, Ocean's Gate, had been vast like the ocean—

Now, it had completely vanished.

What remained was an endless, boundless void, like the cosmos itself.

Even though the Netherworld restricted the use of spatial laws, Timothy could faintly sense his connection to space.

Tearing through space, crossing the void—these were abilities only those at the Holy Emperor level could possess.

Which meant that, at this moment, he had truly reached the Transcendence Realm and could rightfully be called a Holy Emperor!

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Even Timothy couldn't hide the joy in his heart.

Ever since arriving on the continent of Elant, his cultivation had advanced rapidly, but he had been stuck at Ocean's Gate for quite some time.

But today, he had finally broken through the barrier and ascended to the Holy Emperor level.

Which meant… he now stood at the pinnacle, the very top, of what countless practitioners on the Elant continent could only dream of!

But more than anything else, Timothy glanced at Sylvia, a subtle smile playing on his lips, as a more pressing thought crossed his mind.

Aside from the two times he had taken the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill, every time he had entered Goddess Sylvia's chambers, he had gone in leaning against the wall and left the same way.

As much as his pride as a man refused to admit that his performance was lacking, he couldn't deny that he had been thoroughly outmatched by the goddess.

But now, that was finally about to change.

Sylvia's cultivation was at the peak of the Transcendence Realm, still a step away from the next level. While making her cry after a three-hundred-round battle might be a bit ambitious, regaining his lost confidence after a couple of hours? That was definitely within reach.

"You've actually reached the Transcendence Realm!"

The mystical aura of Timothy's breakthrough spread through the air, and Sylvia had already witnessed the strange phenomenon that had just occurred.

Timothy's cultivation speed had always been astonishing, far beyond what most practitioners on the Elant continent could comprehend.

But even knowing that, Sylvia hadn't expected him to break through to the Transcendence Realm here, in the Netherworld of all places!

It was all happening a bit too fast.

If she remembered correctly, when Timothy first arrived at Sky Sanctuary, he was only at the Energy Foundation level, and he had even been sealed by one of the Sect's elders.

And now, in less than a year, he had broken through to… the Holy Emperor level!

The chosen ones, the top-tier geniuses—Elant's long history had seen its share of such figures.

But to reach the Holy Emperor level in just one year? That was unheard of, not just in the present day, but even in the ancient times. No one had ever seen or heard of such a thing.

After all, even those who could reach such a level in a hundred years were so rare that you could count them on one hand throughout the continent's entire history.

And each of those individuals had gone on to dominate the world, their names echoing across other spiritual realms.

At this moment, though her expression remained calm and composed, even a bit aloof, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a flicker of joy in her heart.

As expected, Timothy always managed to defy expectations.

Her thoughts were a bit tangled, and her clear autumn eyes drifted toward Timothy without her even realizing it.

But the moment she noticed the subtle smile on his face, Sylvia froze.

"That smile… could it be…"

In an instant, Sylvia sensed something was off.

Timothy reaching the Holy Emperor level was undoubtedly a good thing.

But…

Thinking back, every time she had teased Timothy about his weakness, he would always swear that once he reached the Transcendence Realm, he'd make sure she wouldn't have it easy.

At the time, Sylvia had brushed it off, thinking that the Holy Emperor level was such a distant goal that it wasn't worth worrying about. Instead, she had only teased him more, feeling smug.

She had even gone so far as to deliberately taunt him in bed, casually slipping her robe off her shoulder, exposing her smooth, pale skin, knowing full well that Timothy was too exhausted to do anything about it.

After all, back then, even if Timothy had the will, he simply didn't have the strength. She had mercilessly mocked him, even giving him the nickname "Young Master Kidney Deficiency."

But now…

Recalling the six-hour marathon in the Sacred Sea, Sylvia's beautiful face suddenly paled.

Looking at Timothy, she took an involuntary step back, like a startled rabbit.