Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Two melodies intertwined, merging into one harmonious sound, and without hesitation, surged toward Supreme Emperor Verena.

The most unbelievable thing was that the previously unstoppable sound waves from Supreme Emperor Verena were actually intercepted!

The piccolo and zither sounds not only showed no sign of retreat, but they even seemed to be overpowering the sound waves released by Rainbow's Echo.

"Impossible! That's the corpse of a Supreme Emperor in the Ascension Phase! How could this be…?"

Countless practitioners turned their astonished gazes toward the source of the miracle.

As they suspected, the one responsible for this unimaginable feat was none other than Goddess Sylvia.

With a piccolo lightly pressed against her soft, cherry-colored lips, Goddess Sylvia appeared ethereal, more captivating than the lilting notes of her piccolo.

But many also noticed that it wasn't just Sylvia's piccolo that was holding back Supreme Emperor Verena's attack.

Beside her, Timothy was playing the zither.

Their melodies not only blended perfectly, as if they were made for each other, but they also seemed to spiral together, enhancing each other's mysterious qualities.

The combined force of their music was even beginning to faintly suppress Supreme Emperor Verena!

At this moment, it seemed that even the corpse of Supreme Emperor Verena sensed something unusual. The strings of Rainbow's Echo under her fingers began to tremble faster and faster.

The music she played became like a relentless ambush, with rapid and intense attacks spreading in all directions.

"Looks like we need to step it up, honey," Timothy said suddenly, his fingers never stopping on the zither.

"Mmm~"

Unlike the zither, Sylvia, who was playing the piccolo, clearly didn't have the luxury of speaking.

Instead, she let out an adorably frustrated sound.

Wanting to respond but unable to, she shot Timothy a playful glare, clearly annoyed.

Facing an opponent as powerful as Supreme Emperor Verena should have been a serious and cautious affair, but Timothy suddenly seemed to be in a teasing mood. "Weird, honey, why aren't you talking all of a sudden?"

"Honey, say something."

"If you don't say anything, it means you're agreeing that when we get back to the palace, I can do whatever I want… heh heh."

"You… ugh… mmm!"

Sylvia was so angry she almost stomped her foot.

But with the corpse of a Supreme Emperor in the Ascension Phase before her, even she couldn't afford to be careless.

All she could do was glare at Timothy with all her might.

But that utterly non-threatening, adorable glare only made Timothy even more brazen.

What should have been a tense, high-stakes confrontation with the corpse of a Supreme Emperor was now filled with a sweetness that could make anyone's teeth ache.

And in Sylvia's eyes, there was a clear mix of love and exasperation.

At that moment, as if drawn by the emotions in the air, the Bonded Heartlock they had received from the Blossom of Love in the Blooming Sanctuary began to glow.

The Bonded Heartlock hanging just below Sylvia's collar emitted a soft pink light.

At the same time, the Bonded Heartlock in Timothy's chest also began to glow faintly blue.

The two lights converged, merging into the combined melody of the piccolo and zither, and surged toward Supreme Emperor Verena.

Those two lights symbolized the love between them—pure, flawless, and deeply intertwined.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the music created by Sylvia and Timothy had shifted from defense to offense, gradually suppressing Supreme Emperor Verena.

The mandolin sounds from Rainbow's Echo, a Heavenly-level treasure, were slowly but surely being pushed into a disadvantage.

But at that moment, Supreme Emperor Verena seemed to get serious.

A vast, overwhelming power suddenly erupted from her.

It was far beyond the might of a Holy Emperor—this was a force that seemed to tower above the heavens, like an entire world unto itself.

There were mountains, rivers, the blue sky above, and the yellow earth below.

It was an unstoppable, awe-inspiring force.

Even though Supreme Emperor Verena had been buried in the Sepulcher of the Sacred for countless years, her corpse still radiated the terrifying power she once wielded as a Supreme Emperor.

"This pressure… it's several times stronger than even a Holy Emperor!"

In an instant, countless faces turned pale, their expressions frozen in shock.

No one could have imagined that the terrifying force they had just felt wasn't even the full extent of Supreme Emperor Verena's true power.

If her corpse alone could exude such overwhelming strength, they couldn't begin to fathom how powerful she must have been when she was alive.

This was the might of an Ascension Phase being—the strongest existence the continent of Elant could ever bear.

It was no wonder that for millennia, no Ascension Phase practitioner had appeared on Elant. Such terrifying power was something the heavens themselves could scarcely tolerate!

No one doubted that if her corpse still possessed any trace of consciousness, Supreme Emperor Verena could easily annihilate everyone present with just her remaining body.

But just as her overwhelming aura swept across the battlefield, Supreme Emperor Verena's corpse suddenly froze.

It was as if she had been struck by something profound.

The Sepulcher of the Sacred was the resting place of many Holy Emperors.

Upon reaching such a revered level, even after death, their bodies would not decay, and a faint remnant of their souls would linger, refusing to dissipate for ages.

At this moment, it was that lingering fragment of Supreme Emperor Verena's soul that sensed something—something she had longed for in life: true love.

Though she had been powerful beyond measure, eventually ascending to the rank of Supreme Emperor, throughout her life, Verena had yearned for love more deeply than most women.

In fact, she had taken her own life to follow her lover into the afterlife.

The light emanating from the Bonded Heartlock stirred something within her, allowing her to feel a love so pure and flawless that she had never encountered anything like it.

The intensity of this love even caused the fragment of her soul, trapped within her cold, lifeless body, to recall the memories of her own life with her lover—the quiet, peaceful moments they had shared, so beautiful that she had never wanted to leave them behind.

Their love had been so sincere, so enduring, that it could have withstood the test of time itself.

Never had she imagined that she would one day witness a love even more genuine and beautiful than her own.

After being entombed in the Sepulcher of the Sacred for ten thousand years, her body had long since grown cold.

But now, she felt a faint warmth stirring in her chest.

The red glow that had once filled Supreme Emperor Verena's eyes faded, and from her now-clear eyes, a single, pure tear slowly fell.

Suddenly, she tossed her mandolin into the air.

She made no attempt to defend herself as the combined melody of piccolo and zither pierced through her unguarded body.

"Thank you."

With those final words, the Supreme Emperor's body slowly collapsed, and the last remnant of her soul spoke its final thought.

At that moment, after ten thousand years, Supreme Emperor Verena truly passed away.

In the sky above, a faint, ethereal figure seemed to drift, and on its lips was a serene, contented smile.