Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 372 How could you possibly break free from my control?!

As Timothy passed by Sky Sanctuary, he happened to catch a glimpse of Sylvia, hunched over a desk, writing something inside the grand hall.

She was carefully recording the events from the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld, making sure to recall every detail while subtly omitting anything related to their date.

With a pen in hand, the goddess wore a serious expression, fully focused on her task.

Even though her light blue phoenix dress still exuded a faint, chilly aura, the thoughtful look on her face struck Timothy as incredibly cute.

Of course, as the saying goes, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

For an ordinary practitioner, being this close to the goddess would likely be terrifying—they wouldn't even dare to lift their head, let alone admire her beauty.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Timothy's mouth, but he had no intention of interrupting Sylvia.

After watching her for a moment from outside, he turned and quietly left, heading back to his own quarters.

Once inside, Timothy closed the door and took a moment to examine his body internally.

Now that he had reached the level of a Holy Emperor, the spiritual sea within him had transformed into a vast, boundless void.

It was infinite, formless, and shapeless, yet filled with a mysterious, ethereal energy that lingered in the emptiness.

Since returning from the Sepulcher of the Sacred, he had temporarily sealed the fluctuations of his spiritual energy.

So far, aside from the goddess, no one knew that he had already reached the Holy Emperor level.

When that news eventually got out, it would undoubtedly cause a massive uproar.

After all, in the past ten thousand years, no faction or sect had ever had two Holy Emperor-level powerhouses at the same time.

Sky Sanctuary, now with two Holy Emperors, would shatter the balance of power that had existed on the Elant continent for millennia.

Even the most powerful sects would be filled with fear, unable to muster the courage to challenge them.

However, after everything that had happened in the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld, Timothy had begun to realize that the Elant continent wasn't as special in the grand scheme of the multiverse as he had once thought.

There were countless worlds, countless branches, and countless continents. The vast world of Elant was just one leaf among millions.

Even the Holy Emperor-level powerhouses, who stood at the pinnacle of the Elant continent, couldn't afford to become complacent.

Because beyond the Holy Emperor level, there was the Ascension Phase, where Supreme Emperors resided, and even higher realms of power that most practitioners had no knowledge of.

Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Timothy guided his spiritual energy to cloak the room, making it impossible for anyone outside to see what was happening inside.

In the palm of his hand, a blood-red crystal slowly floated up.

The aura emanating from the crystal was strange—there was a sense of bloodlust and slaughter, a hint of eerie death energy, but also a faint trace of something pure and sacred.

Timothy frowned slightly, wrapping the crystal in a layer of spiritual energy, suspending it in midair.

[Dragon Blood Essence.]

According to the system's prompt, the essence sealed within the spiritual energy was closely related to the Dragon Blood Formation.

This blood crystal had drifted ashore from the River of Oblivion after Timothy had destroyed Supreme Emperor Verena.

Though the crystal radiated an intense and sinister aura of violence, it had been nearly undetectable when it washed up on the banks of the Bridge of Souls.

If the system hadn't helped him collect it, Timothy wouldn't have even known it existed.

"So, what exactly is this thing…?"

Timothy stared at the blood crystal, which he had sealed with his own power, lost in deep thought.

After all, anything that drifted along the River of Oblivion couldn't possibly be an ordinary object.

Just then, the blood crystal, wrapped in spiritual energy, suddenly erupted with a crimson glow.

A surge of intense, blood-red energy burst forth, trying to break free with overwhelming force.

Timothy's spiritual energy, which had always been a natural counter to demonic forces, was completely unprepared for the crystal's bizarre power.

Even though his spiritual energy was tightly guarding the crystal, it couldn't withstand the sudden explosion.

Bang.

In an instant, the blood crystal tore a gash in the golden barrier of spiritual energy.

Through the jagged tear, the crystal shot out like a wild beast, heading straight for Timothy.

Its speed was terrifying, and even Timothy barely had time to react, reaching out in an attempt to stop it.

However, even though Timothy managed to block the blood crystal with his palm, the moment it made contact, it latched onto the center of his hand like a parasitic creature.

A surge of intense blood energy erupted from the crystal, flooding into Timothy's body without warning.

In just an instant, he felt a powerful, murderous energy coursing up his arm, spreading through his veins at an alarming speed.

It was as if he had suddenly plunged into the depths of winter—his blood felt frozen, and his entire body seemed to lock up in the icy grip of the invading energy.

But that wasn't all. A dark, twisted desire began to stir deep within him.

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Bloodlust. Carnage. Desire.

In Timothy's mind, a vision of a blood-red sky unfolded before him.

Underneath that crimson sky, all order had collapsed.

Killing had become the norm, and people reveled in their sins, competing to outdo one another in cruelty.

The ground was soaked with blood, and countless figures with bloodstained fangs grinned wickedly as they continued their slaughter.

A voice echoed in Timothy's ears, circling around him, whispering over and over:

"Slaughter them. Break the order!

Only by spreading carnage across the world, by plunging everything into chaos, by letting pain and hatred consume every heart, will you find what you truly desire. Only then will you glimpse a different world."

The voice was like a sinister chant, washing over Timothy's mind, eroding his thoughts and reason.

The blood crystal in his palm spread web-like veins of crimson across his skin, its overwhelming bloodthirsty aura wrapping around his entire body.

Even Timothy's eyes began to glaze over, his expression shifting into a faint, eerie smile.

"Yes, that's it. Give in to your desires.

Once you surrender and start to enjoy it, you'll experience an endless day of pleasure that will last forever!"

Sensing Timothy's gradual descent into madness, the voice's laughter grew sharper, more twisted, as if it was thrilled by his fall.

"Desires that could interest me? Sorry, you're not even close."

But just as Timothy's eyes were beginning to glow with a faint red hue, he suddenly smiled.

A burst of divine golden light erupted from his body.

In an instant, it swept away all the sinister blood energy.

"What? How could you possibly break free from my control?!"

The voice shrieked in terror as a surge of righteous energy surged forth, and Timothy's once-glazed eyes now shone with a brilliant, holy golden light.

With a wave of pure, unyielding righteousness, all traces of the sinister influence and dark allure were obliterated in an instant!