Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

As soon as Sylvia thought about what Timothy might be thinking at that moment, her cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly stepped back in a panic.

But maybe it was because those three sword strikes had drained a lot of her energy, or perhaps it was just bad luck—she tripped over a rather large rock behind her.

Sylvia, the proud goddess, actually lost her balance and fell backward.

The Bridge of Souls was surrounded by red spider lilies, flowers without leaves.

The blooming flowers were a brilliant crimson, like clusters of burning flames.

Falling into the flower bed, the soft petals cushioned her delicate body, as if she had landed in a bed of cotton candy.

The blooming flowers, the faint mist—this scene was so beautiful it could take your breath away.

Just then, Sylvia noticed Timothy slowly leaning down toward her.

"My dear Sylvia, do you really think you can escape?"

The countless red spider lilies surrounded her stunning figure.

The fiery red flowers contrasted with her cool, pale blue phoenix dress, making her look as cold as ice.

The two colors complemented each other, creating a strikingly different kind of beauty, and even Timothy couldn't help but be completely captivated.

"Hey, this is still the Netherworld, you know. At least wait until we're back in the palace..."

Sylvia's voice, though carrying a hint of playful reproach, grew softer and softer without her realizing it.

Whether it was fate or just her mind going blank, she didn't think anymore.

As Timothy slowly approached, her slender waist arched slightly, and her soft cherry lips unconsciously lifted toward him.

Maybe it was the influence of the misty white fog and the breathtaking beauty of the spider lilies all around them. Just moments ago, she had been worried about Timothy reaching the Holy Emperor level.

But now, that trace of anxiety seemed to have completely vanished from her mind.

The two figures in the flower bed were about to draw closer and closer.

But just then, an awkward voice suddenly broke the moment: "Are you seriously thinking about making love on the spider lilies by the Bridge of Souls? Wow, you two... are pretty wild, huh?"

"Erelyn!"

In an instant, Sylvia's face showed a look of surprise. She quickly sat up and hurriedly smoothed out her messy hair.

Her already slightly flushed cheeks turned a deep shade of red, completely embarrassed.

Even though Sylvia quickly sat on the ground with her legs together, trying to look as proper as possible, it was obvious that there was no way to explain what had just happened.

"Oh no... oh no..."

Her face was so hot it felt like steam was about to rise from it.

Sylvia clasped her hands together, covering her face, her eyes squeezed shut in shame.

Back when Sky Sanctuary had strict rules forbidding disciples from dating, she had caught more than a few sneaky couples, even those who tried to get a little too close.

But she never imagined that karma would come back around like this.

She used to be the one catching those disciples, but now, she was the one getting caught.

And by none other than Erelyn, who had just seen her and Timothy lying in the spider lilies, about to kiss.

At this moment, Sylvia wished she could crawl into a hole and disappear.

"Ahem, did I... come at a bad time?"

Erelyn awkwardly cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with the scene in front of her.

She had sensed the powerful energy surge from Timothy's breakthrough to the Holy Emperor level, and after finally regaining her strength, she had come to check on things.

But she never expected to walk in on... this!

"Uh, Princess Erelyn, is there something you needed?" Timothy, trying to compose himself, couldn't help but feel a bit awkward too.

Awkwardness met awkwardness, and the air seemed to freeze.

Thankfully, Erelyn, thick-skinned as ever, responded, "Haha, no, nothing really. I just sensed the energy and came to check on things. I didn't expect to... well, stumble upon this..."

A faint aura flowed over Erelyn's crown, and her gaze quickly shifted, her expression subtly changing.

"I didn't expect the Keeper of the Soulbridge to be dead..."

Each Keeper of the Soulbridge had made significant contributions to the Netherworld, sacrificing themselves for the greater good.

Erelyn sighed softly, but soon a small smile appeared on her lips. With a generous look toward the two of them, she said, "Thank you both for eliminating the Keeper of the Soulbridge and saving the Underworld Dynasty from collapse. Come with me. The countless ghost soldiers and citizens of the Underworld Dynasty are waiting to express their gratitude."

As she spoke, Erelyn raised her hand, and a tear appeared in the unbreakable fabric of space, revealing the Underworld Dynasty on the other side.

"Let's go, my love," Timothy said with a refined tone, looking at Sylvia, who was still sitting in the grass with her legs together, slightly embarrassed but starting to regain her composure.

Sylvia nodded slightly, her soft hand gently resting in Timothy's. With a small pull from him, she stood up.

Erelyn led the way, and the two followed her, stepping through the rift and returning to the Underworld Dynasty.

The towering city walls were carved with countless powerful mythical beasts, and the vast lands and millions of ghost soldiers all spoke to the immense strength of the Underworld Dynasty.

But after a month of devastation, the dynasty had clearly suffered heavy losses.

The broken walls and ruins had yet to be repaired, and the fires that had raged still hadn't been fully extinguished.

The battlefield was scorched black, like charred remains, and the fallen armor scattered across the ground was a silent testament to the countless ghost soldiers who had sacrificed their lives in this war.

As the three figures emerged from the rift, nearly every ghost soldier turned to look at them.

At the same time, they suddenly noticed that the blood-red haze that had hung over the sky for the past month was now dissipating!

The eerie wails and howls that had echoed through the Netherworld, along with the strange, oppressive atmosphere, had completely vanished.

The long-standing sense of terror seemed to have disappeared the moment these three appeared.

"The source of the chaos in the Netherworld has been destroyed!"

In an instant, all the ghost soldiers understood what had happened.

But as they came to this realization, they were left in stunned disbelief.

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"Could it have been the princess who did it?" Countless eyes turned toward Erelyn.

But they clearly saw Erelyn shake her head with a smile and look toward Sylvia and Timothy.

"It was them!" The ghost soldiers were shocked.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But soon, the millions of ghost soldiers, in unison, showed expressions of deep gratitude.

With solemn respect, they bowed low, paying homage to Timothy and Sylvia.

"Thank you both."

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The system's voice suddenly rang out.

At that moment, Erelyn, still smiling, turned to the two of them. "Thank you for saving the Underworld Dynasty. It may not be much, but before you leave, how about I give you a gift to show my appreciation?"

"Oh? What kind of gift?" Timothy asked, intrigued. He hadn't known Erelyn for long, but he was certain she wasn't the type to give something as mundane as gold or jewels.

"A haunted house tour," Erelyn replied with a sly smile.