Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 391 Delivering letters on a Dragon King?

"Three days later...

What should I wear?"

"Do I need to put on some makeup? Maybe style my hair differently?"

"Blush... should I add a little blush?"

"And my demeanor that day... should I be less cold and distant than usual?"

Inside the Sky Sanctuary, no one could have guessed that Sylvia, usually so composed, was now pacing back and forth, clearly anxious. Her hurried steps and the faint blush on her cheeks were enough to show that she was deep in thought, trying her best to figure things out.

The gathering in three days was an important event.

But it wasn't because she'd be facing countless practitioners from sects all over the world.

Sylvia had stood before the world's sects countless times before, and her cold, indifferent expression had never wavered. No matter how many sects were present, they had never made her feel the slightest bit flustered.

But this time, things were different.

Telling the sects about what had happened at the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld was easy for Sylvia. She could do that without breaking a sweat.

What really had her on edge was the second announcement she was planning to make.

Even though she had made up her mind countless times and prepared herself thoroughly, as the day approached, Sylvia found herself growing more and more anxious. Every time she thought about it, her heart raced, and she felt completely at a loss.

The world knew Goddess Sylvia for her cold, unshakable resolve. Nothing could make her lose her composure. In fact, since she had become the ruler of the Sky Sanctuary, even Sylvia herself had never experienced anything that could make her feel this nervous.

But this time, she was facing something that made her heart race and her cheeks flush just thinking about it!

"Ahem, calm down, calm down. I can't let something this small throw me off balance. After all, it's not like this is some huge secret. Even if I don't announce it now, everyone's going to find out sooner or later."

Sylvia continued to pace the grand hall, trying to calm her nerves. She did her best to stop herself from thinking about Timothy...

"Timothy... wait!"

Suddenly, Sylvia remembered something incredibly important.

She had just handed Timothy a stack of letters to deliver to the various sects. Most of the letters weren't a big deal, but she had completely forgotten about the last letter in the pile.

That letter was addressed to the leader of the most powerful demonic sect in the world—Netherspire Citadel.

As the top demonic sect on the continent of Elant, Sky Sanctuary and Netherspire Citadel didn't usually have much to do with each other. However, despite being a demonic sect, Netherspire Citadel wasn't particularly hostile toward most of the righteous sects.

And given the gravity of the situation at the Sepulcher of the Sacred, which affected the entire continent, Sylvia had decided to invite a representative from the demonic sect to the gathering.

Based on Netherspire Citadel's behavior in recent years, they probably wouldn't refuse the invitation, and they weren't likely to cause any trouble either.

But Timothy was a different story.

Netherspire Citadel might not usually target righteous practitioners, but Timothy had once been a disciple of a demonic sect before joining Sky Sanctuary.

And if there's one thing demonic sects hate more than anything, it's a traitor—especially Netherspire Citadel.

To them, someone who abandons the darkness for the light is the ultimate betrayal.

While demonic sects might not commit evil acts, they absolutely do not tolerate traitors.

The practitioners of the demonic sects, who usually weren't known for being bloodthirsty, would become terrifyingly ruthless the moment they encountered a fellow practitioner who had abandoned the demonic path for the righteous one. Over the years, countless former demonic sect members who had switched sides were brutally killed not long after their defection.

If Timothy were to go to Netherspire Citadel, his unique background could very well provoke the entire sect's wrath.

Timothy had recently ascended to the rank of Holy Emperor, and if he wanted to leave, there were likely few demonic cultivators who could stop him.

Except for one: Zalroth, the Demon Emperor.

Though Zalroth rarely made an appearance, he was the strongest pillar supporting the demonic sects from the shadows. Not only was he a Holy Emperor himself, but his power far exceeded what his rank suggested. On the continent of Elant, there was almost no one stronger than him—except for Sylvia.

If Zalroth decided to make a move against Timothy...

Sylvia's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of worry flashing across her mind as she gazed out beyond the Sky Sanctuary.

"I hope they don't do anything stupid. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to crush every demonic sect underfoot!"

Her whispered words carried a bone-chilling coldness.

At that moment, Sylvia's fierce protectiveness over Timothy was on full display...

...

Leaving the Blooming Sanctuary, Timothy soared through the skies atop his dragon.

The howling wind occasionally brushed past his ears, the cool breeze feeling refreshing against his skin. Perhaps due to the harrowing experience at the Sepulcher of the Sacred, Azura's strength had noticeably increased in recent days. Under the sunlight, the golden dragon scales shimmered even more brilliantly, exuding an aura of majesty.

As they flew high above, countless mortals below gazed up in awe, their hearts filled with reverence. Even practitioners who happened to glance at the sky couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and respect. Explore more stories with empire

The dazzling golden scales and the imposing dragon horns made it clear just how pure this dragon's bloodline was. Even the Dragon Kings of the seas couldn't compare to this majestic creature.

But what was even more striking...

There was a figure riding on the dragon's back.

Who could possibly be powerful enough to ride such a mighty Dragon King?

Feeling the cool, refreshing air, Timothy couldn't help but sigh, "Riding a dragon is way more comfortable than flying on my own. Azura, you've got to keep leveling up. You need more stamina! If you can't fly for more than a few hours, what's the point?"

Azura: "..."

Azura's speed was incredible, and it made delivering the letters much faster than expected. In just half a day, Timothy had nearly flown to all the major sects, tossing the letters down as he passed.

And as the sects looked up at the figure riding the Dragon King in the sky, none dared show any disrespect. They were all filled with awe.

"Delivering letters on a Dragon King? When have we ever seen something like this?"

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host! You've received admiration from the disciples of Celestaris Sect.]

[Congratulations, Host! You've received admiration from the disciples of Omnistria Sect.]

[Congratulations, host! You have caught the favor of the Sect Leader from the Lithforge Sect. The Sect Leader wishes to invite you to a competition to compare the hardness of DICK.]

Timothy: "Tell him to get lost."

System: "..."

As the sun began to set and the day drew to a close, Timothy had visited all the major sects at lightning speed. But as he and Azura landed at the final destination, Timothy couldn't help but frown slightly as he looked up at the towering mountain before him.