Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Not only the Holy Emperor who had just crossed the barrier, but all the practitioners stared in shock as every corpse of the Holy Emperors in the Sepulcher of the Sacred, along with the mindless, raging skeletons, suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"What... what just happened?!"

Disaster had seemed inevitable, and none of the practitioners could process the sudden turn of events.

All they knew was that the terrifying, bloodthirsty corpses of the Holy Emperors, which had been about to break free from the Sepulcher of the Sacred and unleash a massacre, had suddenly fallen silent, collapsing without a sound.

The other Holy Emperors had met the same fate.

The air was thick with an eerie silence. The practitioners exchanged bewildered glances, completely unable to make sense of what had just occurred.

Finally, in the midst of the fearful and tense atmosphere, one practitioner, trembling with fear but gathering his courage, cautiously stepped forward.

He walked straight up to one of the fallen Holy Emperor corpses.

The body of a Holy Emperor, even in death, had been purified long ago. Though dead, it hadn't decayed.

The terrified practitioner knelt down, his hands shaking. But the moment he dared to look closely at the Holy Emperor's body, he understood.

The blood-red glow in the Holy Emperor's eyes had completely faded. The body had stiffened, and all the spiritual energy had withdrawn back into the corpse, leaving no trace of movement. Explore new worlds at empire

At the same time, with the final sound of the Sepulcher of the Sacred's barrier shattering, the last remnants of the barrier crumbled to the ground.

Looking ahead, the entire scene inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred had changed.

The blood-red aura that had controlled everything within the Sepulcher had dissipated into the air, leaving no trace of the eerie atmosphere that had once filled the place.

Without that control, the red glow in the eyes of the resurrected Holy Emperors had vanished, and their bodies collapsed one after another.

But that wasn't all. The seemingly endless army of skeletons had also reached their end.

Bones and bodies cracked apart, falling lifelessly to the ground.

Some turned into piles of white bones, while others crumbled into dust.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In an instant, the entire Sepulcher of the Sacred became deathly silent.

But one thing was clear: whether it was the corpses of the Holy Emperors, the skeletal army, or the strange phenomena that had been occurring, everything had vanished.

The chaos within the Sepulcher of the Sacred had been completely quelled!

"What... what just happened?"

Holy Emperor Luminis turned around in shock, only to realize that every practitioner present was just as stunned as he was, too shocked to even speak.

Though everyone had been silently praying for a miracle, the suddenness of this event was almost too much to believe.

Even though the scene before them was crystal clear, they still found it hard to accept.

After all, the corpses of the Holy Emperors, which had been on the verge of stepping onto the Elant Continent and causing a catastrophe, had suddenly lost control and collapsed.

It was like something out of a dream—beautiful, but hard to believe.

"Wait, could it be that the goddess and her team succeeded? Is that why the strange events in the Sepulcher of the Sacred have been resolved?"

"Maybe... it's possible!"

One of the practitioners couldn't help but voice their speculation, and immediately, a wave of excitement and chatter spread through the crowd.

After all, given the current situation, that seemed like the only reasonable explanation.

But if it really was Sylvia's doing...

"Hmph, there's no way this was Sylvia!"

At that moment, Holy Emperor Nordain suddenly stepped forward.

No matter what, he couldn't allow the practitioners to start seeing Sylvia as a hero and feeling grateful to her.

Ending the chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred was no small feat—it had essentially saved the entire Elant Continent.

If Sylvia were to take all the credit, it would only lead to more admiration for Sky Sanctuary.

At the same time, the dignity of the Holy Emperors would undoubtedly take a serious hit if Sylvia were to be credited.

That's why Holy Emperor Nordain didn't hesitate to step forward. He glared at the practitioners who had just spoken and let out a heavy, disdainful snort, his tone dripping with mockery:

"No wonder your cultivation is so pitiful. You actually have the nerve to speak up for that cowardly woman. Honestly, with attitudes like yours, it's no surprise you've made no progress in your training."

"Cowardly? What are you talking about?! The Goddess ventured deep into the Sepulcher of the Sacred to stop the chaos for the sake of the entire world! And you—when she called upon all the sects to unite against the threat, you didn't even show up! How dare you say something like that!"

Elder Turner of Sky Sanctuary was so furious that his beard trembled.

Goddess Sylvia's fate was still unknown, and yet here was Holy Emperor Nordain—who hadn't even lifted a finger earlier—now shamelessly reaping the benefits and insulting her. Turner couldn't believe the audacity.

"Oh? Stopping the chaos? Hahaha! You're just a loyal dog, barking for your master!"

Nordain let out a wild, arrogant laugh. He swept his gaze over the surrounding practitioners, then shot a venomous look at the disciples of Sky Sanctuary, sneering:

"And you're still claiming Sylvia did something heroic? What a load of crap! Sylvia entered the Sepulcher of the Sacred early, without joining forces with the rest of the practitioners. What proof do you have that she was trying to stop anything?

If you ask me, without any evidence, it's clear that Sylvia, along with the Holy Maiden and Timothy, went into the Sepulcher just to run away from the fight! And now you want to paint her as some kind of hero who stopped the chaos?

Sylvia's nothing but a weakling, hiding behind her so-called goddess image. She's terrified of being exposed for the joke she really is, so she ran away when things got tough. A cowardly clown, that's all she is!

The ones who truly saved the people and stopped the disaster in the Sepulcher of the Sacred are us—the Everfrost Sect—and me, who stood guard here at the critical moment!

Isn't that right?"

As he spoke, Holy Emperor Nordain's cold gaze swept across the crowd, his eyes carrying a chilling threat.

It was clear that he wasn't just trying to claim the credit for himself. More importantly, he knew full well that Sylvia and her group had been missing inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred for half a month.

The Sepulcher was incredibly dangerous, and its conditions were unpredictable. After all this time with no word from her, there was a high chance that Sylvia was already dead.

Even if the sudden end to the chaos in the Sepulcher was somehow related to her, it was likely she wouldn't be coming back.

That's why Holy Emperor Nordain was so brazen, acting as if Sky Sanctuary and Sylvia were beneath his notice.

"You're full of it!"

It wasn't just Elder Turner—Sky Sanctuary's disciples and many of the surrounding practitioners had all caught on to Nordain's intentions.

But faced with the overwhelming power of a Holy Emperor, most of them could only seethe in silence, too afraid to speak out.

"You dare speak to me like that? You know what happens to those who offend a Holy Emperor, don't you?"

Nordain's voice was cold as he turned his icy gaze toward Elder Turner, showing no sign of backing down.