Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Sky Sanctuary

As the majestic sound of string instruments echoed through the air, all the disciples stood solemnly, their expressions serious.

Inside Sky Sanctuary, the elders and holy envoys immediately made their way to the grand hall.

Every so often, Sky Sanctuary would hold a grand assembly, much like the morning court of a human king.

But the matters discussed here were far beyond what any ordinary human kingdom could ever compare to.

"Strange, what's going on over there?" Timothy asked, looking curiously in the direction of Sky Sanctuary.

"Brother Timothy, you don't know?" A nearby disciple asked, surprised, but quickly realized, "Oh, right. Brother Timothy hasn't been here long, and he's often out on missions. You probably haven't had the chance to witness this before."

"This is a meeting summoned by the Goddess for the elders. It happens every few days or sometimes stretches out for months. The elders report important matters to the Goddess and await her commands."

"Ah, I see. Sounds pretty interesting," Timothy nodded.

"Brother Timothy, what are you thinking? Only the elders and holy envoys are allowed in the meeting. If a regular disciple sneaks in, the punishment is severe!" The disciple quickly tried to stop him, noticing Timothy's odd behavior.

"Relax. Even if the Goddess punishes someone, it won't be me. In fact, I'm kind of looking forward to it," Timothy said with a sly smile. Without waiting for a response, he slipped past the disciple and blended in with the group of elders heading toward the grand hall.

The disciple was left standing there, completely dumbfounded.

...

At the far end of the grand hall, seated gracefully on her throne, was a figure so breathtakingly beautiful that it was almost unreal. Shrouded in a misty haze, her presence was awe-inspiring, filling the room with an overwhelming sense of reverence.

The air was cold, and a faint, divine pressure lingered, making everyone feel the weight of her authority.

Even though the elders and holy envoys stood far below, their expressions were filled with deep respect and awe. This was Goddess Sylvia, a being whose very existence commanded the utmost veneration from all who beheld her.

The memory of the great battle, where the Goddess single-handedly fought against two Holy Emperors, including the early Ascension Phase Holy Emperor Apocalypse, was still fresh in everyone's minds.

"Elders, report," Sylvia's voice, cool and commanding, echoed through the hall.

Elder Turner stepped forward first, bowing respectfully. "Goddess, the practitioners sent by Holy Emperor Featherwind have all been dealt with. Forty percent of the rebels were killed, and the remaining sixty percent who surrendered are now prisoners."

"The forces under Holy Emperor Mountainshade have also been neutralized. Twenty percent were killed, and the rest have submitted," another elder reported.

"We are still investigating the source of the Dragon Blood Formation. The old dragon, Aurelian, remains missing."

"The small kingdom in the southwest that insulted Sky Sanctuary has been wiped out."

"We are currently negotiating an alliance with Origin Sanctuary."

"However, our talks with the Northwest Dynasty have yet to succeed."

One by one, the elders delivered their reports, most of which were victories. Sky Sanctuary's influence across the four corners of the Elant continent had rarely faced setbacks.

After hearing the reports, Sylvia nodded slightly. Her voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the mist, "Send the captured practitioners to the borderlands. Have them guard the fortresses where the beasts are most ferocious. If any resist, execute them without mercy."

"Order the twelve Star Palaces to prepare their forces. We will launch an attack on Skyfeather Sanctuary and Mountain Sanctuary. These two sanctuaries must be completely destroyed to eliminate any future threats."

"As for the Northwest Dynasty, there's no need for further negotiations. Just wipe them out."

"Understood," the elders responded in unison.

With just a few words, Sylvia made decisive, clear-cut decisions on all major matters. Each command, though seemingly swift, was clearly the result of careful consideration. Her methods were nothing short of impressive, leaving everyone in awe of her leadership.

The Elant Continent was no stranger to flourishing dynasties, and there were several powerful sanctuaries and factions scattered across the land.

But leaders like the Goddess were exceedingly rare.

Decisive in battle, immensely powerful, and always exuding that cold, awe-inspiring authority.

Every decision the Goddess made pushed Sky Sanctuary to new heights.

It was precisely this kind of revered leader that had led Sky Sanctuary to its current strength, step by step.

The elders couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

Sure, there had been plenty of rumors lately—conspiracy theories, even—about Goddess Sylvia and Timothy.

But the Goddess was always the same: cold, proud, and untouchable, someone you could only look up to with reverence.

Even the incident where the Goddess had supposedly kissed Timothy—well, that was probably just a calculated, accidental slip on her part!

But just then, a few elders suddenly noticed a figure stepping out from the perfectly aligned ranks.

"Timothy!"

Seeing the figure clearly, the elders were momentarily stunned.

This assembly, summoned by the Goddess, was strictly for elders and holy envoys. How had Timothy gotten in?

"Goddess, aside from what the elders have reported, I have something important to bring to your attention," Timothy said as he stepped forward, bowing slightly toward the misty figure of the Goddess.

"Timothy, are you out of your mind? Even if the Goddess treats you differently from the rest of us, breaking Sky Sanctuary's rules like this…" Elder Turner gritted his teeth, clearly worried for Timothy.

"W-What is it…?"

To everyone's surprise, the voice that drifted from behind the mist—Goddess Sylvia's voice—sounded strangely off. It still carried that familiar coldness, but something about it wasn't quite right.

"It's something very important, of course. In fact, it's something that could affect all of Sky Sanctuary. If this continues, it might even impact every disciple, elder, holy envoy, and even the twelve Star Palaces," Timothy said calmly.

At these words, the elders exchanged shocked glances.

They had assumed Timothy had snuck into the grand hall without any real reason.

But to their surprise, he was here to report something of such magnitude!

Something that could affect all of Sky Sanctuary, even the twelve Star Palaces?

What kind of earth-shattering issue could this be?

Had they missed something critical after the recent battles?

In an instant, none of the elders dared to speak further. They quickly dismissed their earlier thoughts and listened intently to what Timothy had to say.

"That's right… this matter concerns Goddess Sylvia."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Timothy finally began to speak slowly: "Goddess Sylvia is the backbone of Sky Sanctuary, yet she often neglects her own well-being. She frequently drinks cold water, even when she has stomach pains around the sixth day of each month. She doesn't even care about the cold water then."

"And even though her sleeping quarters are quite cold, she often sleeps without properly covering herself, leaving half her body exposed."

"Not only that, but the Goddess works tirelessly, day and night, without paying attention to her health or getting enough sleep."

"These may seem like small things, but if they pile up and one day cause the Goddess to fall ill, wouldn't that affect all of Sky Sanctuary?"

For a moment, everyone in the hall was utterly stunned.