Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Sylvia never imagined that the two of them would know so much.

What's worse, they even had all the evidence—both witnesses and physical proof.

In the eyes of the disciples at Sky Sanctuary, and even countless practitioners across the world, she had always seemed like the perfect figure.

But just from the little bit they had exchanged earlier, it felt like they were already digging up all her most embarrassing secrets!

If they kept going…

"Stop it, you two! Don't say another word!" Sylvia hurriedly tried to stop them.

But Timothy and Erelyn just paused for a moment, then took a step to the side.

"Ahem, shall we continue?" Continue your adventure at empire

"Of course! I still remember, Sylvia, she…"

"Damn you, Timothy! I'll bite you to death!"

Seeing that they were about to strip her of every last shred of dignity, Sylvia was so mortified she couldn't wait any longer.

She lunged forward, throwing herself between the human and the ghost, and in her frustration, bit down on Timothy's shoulder. Her cheeks puffed up, flushed with anger.

Though she didn't bite hard, she still left a neat row of teeth marks on Timothy's shoulder.

And… a faint trace of her sweet-smelling saliva.

"Ahem, you two really are close, huh?" Erelyn couldn't help but smile at the sight.

The atmosphere quieted for a moment.

Timothy and Erelyn exchanged a glance, and it seemed like they reached an unspoken agreement at the same time.

"How about we save the rest for later?"

"Yeah, we can discuss it in detail next time you visit the Netherworld."

Erelyn nodded, though there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "But… are you really leaving already?"

Hearing this, Sylvia froze for a moment.

She had been looking forward to seeing Erelyn again for so long, and she never thought she'd actually be able to break through the space and come to the Netherworld.

But the time they had together felt so short.

"Yeah, we've been away from the Elant Continent for half a month now.

Now that the chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred has been quelled, the sects of Elant won't stay united for long. I need to get back as soon as possible."

Even though Sky Sanctuary was powerful, with its twelve Holy Envoys and dozens of formidable High Priests, it was clear they couldn't do without Sylvia's leadership.

Sylvia gently hugged Erelyn, the familiar coolness of her spirit body making Sylvia's heart ache a little.

She wasn't the same crying, naive little girl she used to be. She couldn't just break down and cry like before.

But still, her beautiful eyes betrayed a trace of sadness.

Clearly, she didn't want to leave.

"You silly girl, I'm always here in the Netherworld. You can come see me anytime, so what's the big deal?

Go on, don't worry. Just make sure to visit me often.

After all, Timothy and I still need to trade more of your embarrassing stories."

Erelyn quickly sensed Sylvia's sadness and gave her a playful slap on the back.

Sylvia blinked in surprise, but then quickly realized.

"That's right! Now that we have the Chromatic Origin Stone, we can reach the Netherworld anytime!

Don't worry, Erelyn, I'll definitely come visit you often. But…

There's no way I'm letting you two trade secrets!"

Sylvia suddenly stepped between Timothy and Erelyn again, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Haha, I can't promise that! Your secrets are just too fun!" Erelyn couldn't help but laugh.

But as she turned around, she reached out toward the darkness of the ghostly mansion.

Immediately, a deep rumbling sound echoed around them.

Under Erelyn's control, the massive building's thick walls began to open outward.

In no time, the once completely sealed structure was fully opened, and light from outside poured in.

"Thank you for saving the Underworld Dynasty, and even the entire Netherworld. Let them see you off."

As Erelyn's voice fell, the million ghost soldiers of the Underworld Dynasty responded in unison.

Outside the mansion, they stood in their armor, their spirit bodies towering and strong, filled with gratitude.

A million ghost soldiers knelt on one knee in unison, bowing their heads deeply in the direction of Timothy and Sylvia.

"It's time to go," Sylvia said softly, turning to look at Timothy, her eyes shimmering with a gentle, rippling emotion.

"Yeah, let's go, my love," Timothy replied with a smile, pulling out the Chromatic Origin Stone.

The Chromatic Origin Stone, capable of bridging the gap between two realms, was a rare and mysterious artifact. Unfortunately, Supreme Emperor Verena had only regained her senses at the moment of her soul's dissolution, leaving the origin of the stone a mystery.

Wait a second… wasn't there something important I was supposed to do when we got back?

Just as Timothy was about to activate the Chromatic Origin Stone, a thought suddenly struck him. He vaguely remembered that before entering the Sepulcher of the Sacred, there had been something he was eagerly anticipating. But what was it?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as the memory came rushing back.

The Goddess had clearly stated that she would announce two major events to the world's sects. One was their journey to the Sepulcher of the Sacred, and the other… was something she would reveal only after they returned.

And this second event, which was as monumental as the Sepulcher of the Sacred itself, was something Sylvia hadn't mentioned at all.

Could it be that the Goddess is planning to announce…

Timothy's heart raced with excitement and anticipation.

The Chromatic Origin Stone began to glow as he channeled his energy into it, activating its power once again. The previously impenetrable space between realms was torn open by the stone's radiant, multicolored light.

The chaotic rift that appeared led directly back to the Elant Continent.

"Goodbye, Erelyn. I'll definitely come visit you again soon," Sylvia said, her usually cool expression softening, a rare warmth spreading across her face.

"Mm," Erelyn responded, her crown faintly glowing with a soft, ethereal blue light, as if reflecting her own happiness.

Sylvia moved to stand beside Timothy, and with a shy gesture, she extended her pinky finger, hooking it around his.

Timothy couldn't help but smile.

The Goddess was always so bashful—she never felt comfortable holding hands. Every time she initiated contact, it was always just her pinky.

But by now, he was used to it.

"Let's go, my love," he said again, gently holding her pinky as they exchanged a glance. Together, they stepped into the rift created by the Chromatic Origin Stone.

In an instant, the light from the rift enveloped them, and their figures disappeared.

"Princess, there may be an unexpected situation," a ghost soldier suddenly rushed over from the distance, his voice low and serious.

He leaned in and whispered urgently, "The Eight Goddesses of the Ninefold Underworld seem to be enraged by what's happened in the Netherworld. They're preparing to deliver punishment…"

"The Eight Goddesses?"

Even Erelyn's expression shifted slightly at this news, her eyes darkening with concern.