Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

All the disciples were almost simultaneously struck with an expression of disbelief.

"How is it possible for the Heartless Flower to actually bloom?!" Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

At Themyscira Sect, nearly every disciple knew about the Heartless Flower that grew on the hillside. They also knew how incredibly difficult it was for this flower to bloom.

Back when the Sect Leader, Thalia, treated the goddess's writings, The Uselessness of Spiritual Partners, as sacred scripture, she had planted the rare and precious Heartless Flower seeds on the hillside of Themyscira Sect.

The seeds of the Heartless Flower were known to be valuable ingredients for refining deadly poisons. The toxins produced from it were so potent that they could even harm a Holy Emperor-level practitioner.

Because of this, the Heartless Flower was considered extremely valuable.

However, very few people knew that the Heartless Flower had another, more mysterious value.

According to legend, as one of the rarest ancient flowers, the Heartless Flower had witnessed countless human relationships—unions and separations—yet it remained indifferent, devoid of any true emotion.

It had lost all faith in love and refused to bloom.

Even when deeply rooted in the earth, the Heartless Flower would never bloom alongside other flowers.

It would only break through the soil and blossom when it sensed a love that it truly recognized as genuine.

This legend was well-known among the disciples of Themyscira Sect.

They had even tried bringing other practitioner couples to the hillside, hoping to make the Heartless Flower bloom.

But no matter what they tried, nothing worked.

Over time, the disciples became more convinced of what the Sect Leader and the goddess had said—that true, sincere love simply didn't exist in this world.

The Heartless Flower had become a symbol of this belief, and they had long since accepted that nothing could ever make it bloom.

So, when the Heartless Flower suddenly bloomed, it completely shattered their expectations.

"The Heartless Flower actually bloomed! That means… the love between these two people has been recognized by the Heartless Flower!"

"How is that possible? But… hasn't the Heartless Flower been here for a hundred years without blooming?"

"I can't believe it. There really is such genuine love in this world."

"Could it be that this is why Goddess Sylvia declared her own love? Because of something like this?"

The disciples, who had once been so skeptical, now found their beliefs subtly shifting.

While other things might still be uncertain, one thing was clear: the love between these two mysterious people was so sincere that it had moved the Heartless Flower to bloom. This was far beyond anything the goddess had written in The Uselessness of Spiritual Partners.

"Suddenly, love seems kind of sweet. I never thought it could be this sweet before."

"They're so sweet together… I'm actually starting to feel like I want to fall in love too…"

Some of the female disciples, their gazes lingering on the scene before them, felt their long-held beliefs begin to melt away, like ice thawing in the spring.

"No way! Even if true love exists in this world, so what? Goddess Sylvia wrote in her book: 'True strength can only be achieved by abandoning all emotions. Only with a heart as cold as ice can one grow stronger, step by step. Love will only erode a person's will and resolve. Anyone who falls in love is destined to never become a true master.'"

As if trying to refute what was happening, Isolde suddenly spoke up: "Exactly! Love is a mountain blocking our path to true mastery. Only by staying detached from worldly emotions, by having nothing to do with love, can we become stronger! True masters never fall in love!"

It was as if a light bulb had gone off in their heads, and other disciples quickly echoed her sentiments.

The disciples snapped out of their daze, shaking their heads vigorously, trying to rid themselves of the influence of the sweet love they had just witnessed.

But just as they were struggling to break free from those thoughts, the woman who had been sitting quietly on the hillside finally stood up.

"Love doesn't actually hinder one's cultivation," she said softly. "In fact, when you hit a bottleneck in your training, falling in love might be exactly what helps you break through and reach a level you've never been able to before.

The insights you gain from love may be different from those you gain from cultivation, but they can be incredibly beneficial to your growth.

So, the idea that love prevents you from becoming stronger? That's just not true."

Her cool, calm voice left many of the disciples momentarily stunned.

"How is that possible? You're clearly lying."

Isolde's voice was sharp, her disbelief palpable. "Almost all the Holy Emperor-level practitioners on the continent of Elant are solitary. When has love ever been beneficial to cultivation? Anyone who has a lover has never reached the level of a Holy Emperor!"

She was trying her best to refute the woman's words, her frustration growing. "You're spreading dangerous nonsense! You must be some kind of demoness from the Demonic Sect, trying to shake the very beliefs we hold dear!"

"Demoness? Do you really think I'd care about that?"

The woman responded with a cold, dismissive smile. "And as for your claim that no one with a lover has ever reached the level of a Holy Emperor—are you serious?"

"Of course!" Isolde snapped back, her voice filled with scorn. "Anyone who lets love affect them could never advance in their cultivation. There's no way they could ever—"

But before she could finish, her words faltered. "Wait, what is this?!"

Isolde's mocking expression suddenly shifted to one of shock.

And it wasn't just her. In that instant, every disciple of Themyscira Sect felt a shudder run through their bodies.

They could all sense it—the overwhelming pressure radiating from the woman before them.

The pressure was growing stronger, intensifying with each passing moment, until it felt as though the very sky was being blotted out, pressing down on them like an unstoppable force.

It was vast, like a tidal wave crashing over them.

This terrifying aura was something none of them had ever felt before—not even from their Sect Leader, Thalia.

The power of a Holy Emperor. No, this oppressive force was even beyond that of an ordinary Holy Emperor!

And the source of this pressure wasn't just the woman.

The moment the man beside her stood up, another wave of divine power descended upon them.

The sweet, romantic atmosphere from earlier had completely vanished.

This couple, who had just moments ago seemed lost in their love for each other, were now revealing their true strength—both of them were Holy Emperors!

"Is it even possible for a couple to both be Holy Emperor-level practitioners? Does such a thing exist on the continent of Elant?"

"I don't know! I've never heard of anything like this before!"

The disciples of Themyscira Sect were utterly dumbfounded. In the thousands of years of recorded history, there had never been any mention of two Holy Emperors being in a relationship.

And yet, here it was, happening right before their eyes.

"Who… who are they?!"

Frozen in place, the disciples could only stare in disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend what they were witnessing.

And then, the graceful figure of the woman slowly turned around.

Amidst the sea of blooming flowers, they finally saw her face clearly.

"Goddess!"