Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Even though Goddess Sylvia had never explicitly said anything, the relationship between her and Timothy seemed to be slowly surfacing.

Could it be that...

The truth is actually that the goddess is chasing after Timothy, while Timothy is staying pure and refusing her advances?

Is that why he seems so scared whenever he sees her?

This bizarre thought suddenly popped into Elder Turner's mind, and he couldn't shake it off.

On the surface, it sounded utterly ridiculous, but when he thought about everything that had happened today...

From the goddess forcefully kissing Timothy, to Timothy's obvious fear of her today...

It all seemed to make perfect sense!

So... so, this is the truth!

Elder Turner stood frozen in place, completely stunned.

He never would have imagined that this was the real situation.

Faced with a goddess as beautiful and powerful as Sylvia, Timothy had managed to stay pure and steadfast, refusing her no matter what.

This is something no other man could possibly do!

Who would've thought Timothy had such a strong will, completely unshaken by power or beauty?

Even though Elder Turner had always deeply respected and revered the goddess, at this moment, he felt something else—he was genuinely moved.

"Timothy, you're truly the pride of all men!"

For a moment, as the wind blew past, Elder Turner felt his eyes grow a little misty.

"Timothy, you're a role model for all of us."

Elder Turner placed his hand on Timothy's shoulder, giving it two firm pats, his voice trembling slightly with emotion.

"Huh?"

Timothy blinked, confused.

What's with Elder Turner's expression? Why does he seem... off?

Did I say something weird just now?

Other than telling him we should hurry up and leave, I don't think I said anything extra, right?

He couldn't figure out what on earth was going through Elder Turner's mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm just... too overwhelmed. You stay calm, I need to go cry by myself for a bit."

At this point, Elder Turner's emotions seemed to be surging uncontrollably, like a tidal wave.

He walked off to a corner, quickly disappearing into the shadows.

All that could be heard were the sounds of sobbing and the occasional sniffle.

No one knew how much time had passed before Elder Turner finally emerged, his eyes slightly red.

When the disciples saw him, they were all stunned and rushed over to ask, "Elder Turner, what happened? Why... why are you crying like this?"

"What happened? I realized that Timothy is the role model for all men, a shining example for all of us!"

Elder Turner didn't answer directly, but the look he gave Timothy was filled with admiration, trust, and a hint of concern.

Seeing Elder Turner's unprecedented expression, even the disciples who had no idea what was going on couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

For Elder Turner to be moved to this extent, Timothy must truly be an extraordinary person!

"Brother Timothy! Our role model!"

Someone shouted loudly, and soon, all the disciples standing on the clouds raised their arms, their hearts swelling like waves crashing against the shore: "Brother Timothy! Our role model!"

"Brother Timothy! Our role model!"

"Brother Timothy! Our role model!"

"..."

Their voices echoed through the sky, vast and overwhelming, striking awe into anyone who heard them.

The disciples were all filled with excitement, their respect for Timothy growing even more.

"Huh?"

Timothy, however, was left completely bewildered by the chants ringing in his ears.

He hadn't done anything at all. What on earth was wrong with Elder Turner and this group of disciples?

...

As the clouds slowly drifted along, the cheers finally died down when a massive floating castle appeared before everyone's eyes.

The disciples' expressions turned serious as they gazed ahead, a hint of apprehension in their eyes.

A vast, seemingly endless cloud layer blocked out the sun, thick and heavy.

And above that cloud layer stood a towering floating castle.

Countless enormous castles loomed in the sky, cold and imposing, each one engraved with the symbol of wings.

"Skyfeather Sanctuary, we've arrived!"

The majestic floating castle was already surrounded by practitioners sent by Sky Sanctuary.

Before leaving, Holy Emperor Featherwind had taken nearly 90% of his forces with him.

If they could get inside, taking down Skyfeather Sanctuary would be a piece of cake.

But despite the tens of thousands of Sky Sanctuary practitioners surrounding the sanctuary, they hadn't been able to breach it.

Every sanctuary had its ancient traditions and deeply hidden secrets.

And as one of the largest sanctuaries, Skyfeather Sanctuary was no exception.

Even without Holy Emperor Featherwind, the space separating the floating castle from the outside world was protected by layers of intricate and mysterious spells.

Unless someone had trained in the sanctuary's techniques and grown wings, even a Holy Emperor-level expert would be trapped outside.

It was a perfect defense—able to attack or retreat at will.

Even though there were no powerful defenders left inside, Skyfeather Sanctuary remained impenetrable.

"Reinforcements are here!"

When the soldiers of Sky Sanctuary saw Elder Turner leading a group of practitioners through the clouds, they erupted in cheers.

But the excitement quickly faded.

Because entering Skyfeather Sanctuary wasn't something that could be achieved with sheer numbers or strength.

Without wings to fly in, no matter how many people came, it would be useless.

"Still no way to get in?"

Seeing the dejected faces around him, Elder Turner frowned slightly.

The situation seemed worse than he had anticipated.

A faint glow appeared on his aged arm as he extended his hand, gathering an immense amount of spiritual energy into his palm.

"Boom!"

With a powerful strike, Elder Turner, who had been at Ocean's Gate for over a century and had mastered the Arcane Arts of the body, unleashed a tremendous force.

But despite the overwhelming power behind his strike, it couldn't even create a small crack in the space separating Skyfeather Sanctuary from the outside world.

No matter how much spiritual energy he used, it was completely ineffective!

"Boom!"

Another strike. Elder Turner took a deep breath, gathering all his strength and unleashing a palm strike, infusing his spell into the space, hoping to tear it apart.

But the moment his spiritual energy touched the space, it dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace behind.

The second strike failed as well.

Staring at the invisible barrier before him, Elder Turner's expression grew even more serious.

Despite having an army of tens of thousands behind him, they were powerless to act.

The frustration of having strength but being unable to use it was unbearable.

"If even Elder Turner can't break through, who else can?"

"Damn it, are we really going to fail to take Skyfeather Sanctuary and let those bastards get away?"

The atmosphere grew heavy and tense, as frustration and helplessness began to settle over the crowd.

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