Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Timothy was stunned to realize that the insight he gained into the concept of "Realm" through the fifth meridian of the Ancient Saintly Body was strikingly similar to the ancient secret techniques that Holy Emperor Luminis had spent his entire life mastering.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

[Ding! Congratulations, host. Your mastery of the Realm of a Thousand Blades has reached the highest level.]

As the system's voice faded, Timothy looked around. To his surprise, the space around him no longer felt like a single, unified whole. Instead, it seemed to be divided into distinct domains, each with its own boundaries.

"You actually absorbed part of the Origin Stone!"

Holy Maiden Aeliana's voice was filled with astonishment as she observed the changes in Timothy's body and noticed that the Chromatic Origin Stone had shrunk slightly. On the continent of Elant, Origin Stones were incredibly rare and mysterious. Even across the entire land, finding a few Origin Stones was nearly impossible. Most of the ones that did exist were elemental, like wind or fire.

But this Chromatic Origin Stone was on a whole other level of complexity. Even in ancient records, it was hard to find any mention of something like it. And yet, Timothy not only managed to comprehend a fragment of its mysteries, but he had also absorbed a small portion of it!

If it had been anyone else, Aeliana would never have believed it.

"Yeah, this Origin Stone is definitely something special," Timothy remarked, unable to hide his amazement.

Domains, space—these were concepts that no one below the level of the Holy Emperor could even begin to grasp. But with the help of this Origin Stone, Timothy had suddenly gained a deep understanding of them.

"By the way, Sylvia mentioned that this treasure from the Desolate Wastes might be connected to the Sepulcher of the Sacred. Can you see anything that confirms that?"

Timothy handed the Chromatic Origin Stone to Holy Maiden Aeliana. She gently held the stone and infused her consciousness into it. After a moment, she nodded.

"Sylvia was right. This Origin Stone is indeed linked to the Sepulcher of the Sacred."

With a graceful wave of her hand, the scene she saw within the stone materialized inside the carriage. Surrounding the Origin Stone, countless threads of multicolored light spread out like strands of silk, extending far into the distance. These threads seemed to connect to countless spaces and realms. One of them, in particular, led directly to the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

"I didn't expect this... The Origin Stone really is connected to the Sepulcher of the Sacred! And not just that..."

Aeliana's gaze followed the thread leading to the Sepulcher, her voice growing more serious. "It seems like the situation inside the Sepulcher is worse than we thought."

As the carriage made its way back to the Blooming Sanctuary, Timothy sat quietly, deep in thought. Soon, the carriage touched down, and a disciple approached, carrying a wooden box containing the Piccolo. The disciple respectfully handed it to Holy Maiden Aeliana and informed her of Selene's condition.

"This girl..." Aeliana sighed softly.

Selene was strong-willed, but aside from that, she had a righteous heart, an excellent temperament, and worked incredibly hard in her cultivation. There was hardly anything to criticize about her. But the one issue was that her mental state seemed fragile.

Even Aeliana couldn't help but feel a bit curious. After all, before Selene had left, Aeliana had lent her the Heavenly-level Piccolo and even taught her a spell that would allow her to sense the aura of objects, helping her avoid danger. With those two things, nothing should have gone wrong.

Aeliana opened the wooden box and took out the Piccolo. It was intact, with no signs of damage, which meant the instrument itself wasn't the problem.

"If it's not the artifact, then what could it be...?"

Holy Maiden Aeliana brought the Piccolo to her lips, her soft lips gently pressing against it. But the moment she did, she froze.

For some reason, she sensed a strange, almost bizarre aura lingering on the Piccolo.

Noticing Timothy watching her curiously, Aeliana quickly brushed off her confusion and covered her mouth with a playful smile. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me you're interested in how I play the Piccolo?"

She paused, then added with a teasing tone, her voice soft and intoxicating, "But... if you really want to hear me play, I suppose I could make an exception~"

Her golden hair fell gracefully over her shoulder as she tucked a strand behind her ear. The elegant, silken gown she wore accentuated her divine figure, a perfect blend of purity and allure. With a gentle smile, she blew the first note on the Piccolo.

But as soon as she did, something felt off.

She hadn't imagined it—there really was something strange about the Piccolo's aura. And... even the way it felt in her hands seemed a little odd.

"What is this...?"

Aeliana hesitated, her curiosity piqued. She had just taught Selene a technique to detect auras, so she decided to use it herself. Infusing a trace of her spiritual energy into the Piccolo, she began to sense the aura it carried.

"This is... it's..."

Suddenly, a blush crept across Aeliana's cheeks. Even her hands, which were holding the Piccolo, began to tremble slightly.

Her cultivation was far beyond Selene's, and her control over spells was leagues ahead. As a result, the aura she sensed from the Piccolo was much clearer.

And...

Aeliana's gaze started to shift nervously, her face growing hotter by the second. Using the aura restoration technique, she had not only sensed Timothy and Sylvia's presence on the Piccolo but had also caught a fleeting glimpse of an intimate, passionate scene between the two.

"Seriously?! Don't use the Piccolo for... that! This is a Heavenly-level artifact, for crying out loud!"

Aeliana was so embarrassed that she couldn't even look at the Piccolo anymore.

"Holy Maiden, is something wrong?" Timothy asked, noticing her strange reaction.

"N-no, nothing at all," she stammered, quickly putting the Piccolo away and doing her best to act like nothing had happened. But her heart was still racing, and it took a moment for her to calm down.

Only after she had discreetly hidden the Piccolo did the overwhelming sense of embarrassment finally start to fade.

Holding the Origin Stone in her hand, Aeliana's tone grew more serious. "The appearance of this Origin Stone suggests that the situation inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred might be more urgent than we thought."

"Yeah, it seems that way," Timothy agreed, nodding. When he had absorbed part of the Chromatic Origin Stone earlier, he had briefly glimpsed some of the scenes within the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and a sky painted crimson. The terrifying sight was nothing like the sacred resting place of the continent's greatest heroes.

"Are you planning to head to the Sepulcher of the Sacred soon?" Timothy asked.

"Probably, but not just yet," Aeliana replied with a soft smile. She leaned in closer to Timothy, her fragrance filling the air. "Since you're already here at the Blooming Sanctuary, how about I invite you to join me for an event?"

"An event?"

"That's right. It's something we're organizing in preparation for entering the Sepulcher of the Sacred. But... it's a two-person event. You wouldn't leave me to participate all alone, would you?"

Aeliana's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she gazed at Timothy, her expression carrying a touch of playful vulnerability.