Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The scene before them was a stark contrast to the canyon they had just passed through.

Deep within the Sepulcher of the Sacred, the sky had once again turned a blood-red hue.

And this crimson, ominous sky was far more terrifying than the one they had seen when they first entered the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

It wasn't just the overwhelming stench of blood that filled the air; the entire landscape had undergone a drastic transformation.

In the depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred stood countless stone monuments, each marking the resting place of a Holy Emperor.

These monuments, towering and majestic, were like thrones, symbolizing the power and authority of the Holy Emperors buried beneath them.

Every 60 years, a Holy Emperor-level practitioner would personally enter the Sepulcher of the Sacred, representing all the practitioners of the Elant Continent, to pay their respects to these awe-inspiring monuments.

But now, the once sacred and golden monuments were covered in blood-red markings.

Some of the monuments even had fresh blood trickling down their surfaces.

The eerie red sky reflected off the blood-streaked monuments, making the depths of the Sepulcher of the Sacred feel even more sinister and foreboding.

"What the hell happened here? Is this really the resting place of human Holy Emperors?"

Azura's face had gone pale.

As the weakest among them, the oppressive and eerie atmosphere of the Sepulcher of the Sacred was already making it hard for her to breathe.

The sight before them was so unsettling that it sent chills down anyone's spine.

And then, suddenly—

Crack. Crack.

A sharp sound echoed through the air. One of the nearby monuments seemed to be under attack, as if something was trying to break free from within.

The golden light that had once enveloped the monument flickered and trembled under the force of the assault.

"This is bad! That's the protective barrier guarding the corpse of a Holy Emperor! How could it be under attack?!"

Holy Emperor Luminis shouted in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold.

But the situation escalated quickly. The force hammering against the monument grew stronger.

Boom!

With a sound like shattering glass, the golden runes covering the monument finally broke under the pressure.

And then, a blood-soaked corpse slowly emerged from beneath the monument.

Its eyes were filled with a terrifying crimson glow. This had once been a strikingly handsome man, but now his body was drenched in a horrifying aura of blood.

His blood-red eyes scanned the group, filled with a mix of greed and deathly intent.

"That's… Holy Emperor Jadebrook!"

Holy Emperor Luminis's eyes widened in shock.

Holy Emperor Jadebrook had been renowned not only for his power but also for his striking good looks.

And now, even his corpse had risen from the grave, twisted into this grotesque form.

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Holy Emperor Luminis suddenly realized something was terribly wrong. If Holy Emperor Jadebrook had awakened, that could only mean…

He glanced around, a bone-chilling fear creeping up his spine.

But it was already too late.

The sound of breaking seals echoed all around them as one by one, the protective barriers on the other monuments shattered.

And then, more corpses began to rise from their graves.

Holy Emperor Primis, Holy Emperor Lexoris, Holy Emperor Oceareus…

Each of these blood-soaked corpses was unmistakably a Holy Emperor!

A terrifying, oppressive aura filled the air, mixed with the stench of blood. Even though these Holy Emperors had long since died and only a fragment of their souls remained, their power was still nothing to be underestimated.

In life, they had been Holy Emperors—beings of unimaginable strength. Even in death, they were still a force to be reckoned with.

More importantly...

"Supreme Emperor Zephyros!"

Even Sylvia's expression shifted slightly at this moment.

On a monument with a golden base, far more imposing than any of the others, an overwhelming pressure began to emanate—far surpassing that of any Holy Emperor.

A violent storm whipped through the air, and the immense divine power felt as though it could tear everything around it to shreds.

The corpse of a Supreme Emperor—even in death—possessed strength that far exceeded that of any Holy Emperor.

Even if Sylvia teamed up with the other Holy Emperors, she wasn't confident they could defeat him, let alone with the constant emergence of more Holy Emperor corpses.

"Who's controlling these Holy Emperor corpses?"

In a situation like this, staying calm and analyzing the situation was the only way to find a way out.

Timothy's eyes glowed with a golden light as he used his Soulborn Eye to scan the surroundings.

Aside from the endless stream of Holy Emperor corpses rising from their graves...

Timothy's gaze sharpened as it locked onto a blood-red door at the center of the Mystic Realm.

That sealed door seemed to be the end of the line.

But with the Soulborn Eye, though he couldn't see what lay beyond the door, he could sense that there was something more behind it—something hidden.

"So that's how it is." A faint smile appeared on Timothy's lips.

"Damn it, they're moving!"

At that moment, Holy Emperor Luminis shouted in alarm.

It seemed the Holy Emperor corpses had sensed the intruders. One of the corpses let out a furious roar, and the others suddenly unleashed a terrifying wave of power, rushing toward them.

Even the stiff body of Supreme Emperor Zephyros turned its gaze toward them.

"There's no time. Our only way out is through that door," Timothy said, glancing at Holy Emperor Luminis.

"What? Are you out of your mind?" Holy Emperor Luminis was stunned. "There's no way we can fight off this many Holy Emperor corpses! And besides, this is the end of the Sepulcher of the Sacred. Even if you make it through, what's the point? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

But Timothy didn't bother responding.

He grabbed Sylvia by the wrist and took a step toward the deepest part of the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

Sylvia blinked in surprise.

Even though she didn't know exactly what Timothy was planning, she trusted him completely and didn't ask any questions.

A wooden sword, tinged with a faint red glow, appeared in her hand, radiating a cold, divine power.

Some of the Holy Emperors were being held off by Holy Maiden Aeliana and Holy Emperor Earthshard, but the rest were closing in on Timothy and Sylvia.

"If you're already dead, then stay in your grave."

A cold glint flashed in Sylvia's eyes as she swung her sword.

The sword's energy was sharp and biting, like the chill of midwinter snow.

In an instant, two Holy Emperor corpses were sliced clean in half.

Surrounded on all sides, Sylvia showed no fear. She swept her sword in a wide arc.

Boom!

The immense sword energy carried with it an overwhelming coldness.

Even with the protection of their Holy Emperor bodies, two more Holy Emperors were instantly frozen solid.

In just two strikes, four Holy Emperors had fallen.

Even though they were mere corpses and their strength had diminished, there were likely fewer than a handful of people on the entire Elant Continent who could achieve such a feat!

From the blood-red sky, a massive golden finger, brimming with divine power, descended with a thunderous crash.

"Holy Emperor's Touch!"

Beside Sylvia, Timothy unleashed a devastating strike, using just one finger to obliterate another Holy Emperor corpse.

At that moment, a path had been forcibly cleared toward the door hidden at the far end!