Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Goddess Sylvia!"

In an instant, everyone in Sky Sanctuary, along with the practitioners from all around, recognized the source of that voice.

It was as melodious as a string instrument echoing through a valley, yet carried a cold, proud authority.

Who else could it be but Goddess Sylvia?

Immediately, the elders and disciples of Sky Sanctuary showed a glimmer of joy. If the goddess herself had arrived, there was no need to fear—even if there were ten Everfrost Sects here, they wouldn't stand a chance!

"Goddess Sylvia! How is this possible?"

Upon hearing that voice, Holy Emperor Nordain, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments ago, suddenly looked as if he had seen a ghost. His grip loosened, and Zephyra, who had been on the verge of suffocation, collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

Staring at the stunning figure before him, Nordain's face drained of color, his expression filled with terror and dread.

It had been half a month since he last heard any news. Based on all the intelligence and speculation, he had been certain that Sylvia had perished in the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

But now, not only had she returned alive, she looked completely unscathed, as if nothing had happened. And standing beside her was Timothy, whose aura was so well-concealed that Nordain couldn't even gauge his strength.

In his memory, Timothy had only just reached the Ocean's Gate level. But now, the fact that he couldn't see through Timothy's cultivation sent a chill down Nordain's spine.

Of course, what terrified him even more was Sylvia's presence.

He had risked everything for this day, meticulously planning every detail. He had mobilized nearly all of Everfrost Sect's resources to lie in wait, ready to strike.

The plan was flawless: smear Goddess Sylvia's name, take over Sky Sanctuary.

But all of it hinged on Sylvia being dead in the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

And yet, here she was.

And in her cold, proud eyes, there was a bone-chilling intent to kill.

"Goddess Sylvia... Haha, what I said earlier was just a misunderstanding. I never expected you to return. Congratulations on surviving such a dangerous ordeal!"

Nordain's tone shifted in an instant. Gone was the arrogance from before. Now, he was slightly hunched over, his face full of flattery.

"I misspoke earlier. I'm more than willing to take my people and leave immediately. Please, Goddess, don't take those words to heart."

He knew all too well how terrifying Sylvia's power was. Even the slightest chance of facing her head-on was something he desperately wanted to avoid.
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"Oh? You spread rumors of my death, framed me, and tried to take over Sky Sanctuary while I was gone. And now, you want me to just let you go?"

Sylvia's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Her face, flawless and as beautiful as a painting, radiated an icy killing intent.

Her divine aura spread out in all directions.

Sylvia hadn't even moved, yet the sheer pressure she exuded turned into frost and ice, spreading across the area.

The practitioners of Everfrost Sect, despite their mastery of ice techniques, felt as if they were plunged into the depths of winter, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

As they stared at Sylvia's cold, distant figure, their eyes widened in shock and fear.

Even Holy Emperor Nordain found his body covered in a thin layer of frost. Despite his status as a Holy Emperor-level practitioner, he could feel a deep, primal fear creeping into his heart.

This kind of fear—he had never felt it before, not even when facing other Holy Emperors.

Sylvia's ruthlessness and indifference were well-known across the land.

Anyone who challenged her authority or threatened Sky Sanctuary, no matter how much they begged for mercy, would never escape her judgment.

Nordain knew all too well that Sylvia had already made up her mind to kill him. There was no way she was going to let him walk away.

If this continued, he was doomed.

"I never expected Sylvia to show up out of nowhere and turn the situation into this."

Holy Emperor Nordain's mind raced. It seemed like there was no way to salvage the situation now.

Suddenly, he burst into wild laughter, a crazed edge creeping into his voice.

"Hahaha! Goddess Sylvia, do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

His laughter grew more unhinged, his eyes flashing with madness.

"We're both Holy Emperor-level practitioners. Do you think you're the only one who's untouchable? I've had my eyes on Sky Sanctuary for a long time, and I've been preparing for this moment. Even you won't make me back down!"

It seemed like he had decided to go all in. His laughter became almost hysterical.

"Everyone, follow my command! Activate the Frostfang Array!"

As Nordain's furious shout echoed, the practitioners of Everfrost Sect each raised a glowing orb in their hands. The orbs shone brightly, and waves of icy energy began to converge toward the front.

Beneath the feet of the Everfrost Sect practitioners, a massive formation appeared. The array was inscribed with symbols brimming with spiritual energy, and frost rapidly spread along the intricate lines of the formation.

Even though the array hadn't fully activated yet, the freezing aura was already sweeping across the area. The ground and nearby plants were instantly frozen solid, encased in ice.

The overwhelming cold felt like a giant beast baring its fangs, ready to devour everything in its path.

"The power of this array!"

The surrounding practitioners looked on in shock. Everfrost Sect had inherited powerful ice techniques from their ancestors, but even with such a legacy, constructing a formation of this magnitude should have taken a significant amount of time.

A hastily assembled array shouldn't have been this strong.

This formation was inscribed with forty-nine layers of defensive wards, clearly designed to counter Sylvia's feared sword strike.

In other words, Holy Emperor Nordain had planned this all along.

He had ordered the array to be built in advance, constantly refining and strengthening it.

It was likely that everything had been set in motion the moment the chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred began.

Back then, Nordain had made his decision—to take advantage of the turmoil and strike at the goddess.

No wonder he had been so arrogant and overconfident. He had been plotting this for a long time.

"Goddess, watch out! It's a trap! Get out of there!"

As the Frostfang Array manifested a massive ice beast, its gaping maw, filled with the accumulated spiritual energy of countless practitioners, lunged toward Sylvia.

The surrounding practitioners cried out in alarm, their faces pale with fear.

But Sylvia remained unmoved.

Her cold, beautiful face showed nothing but indifference. She didn't even seem to consider dodging.

Instead, she calmly raised her sword.

And with one swift motion, she slashed.