Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The Holy Emperor Featherwind had been slain, and Skyfeather Sanctuary had lost 90% of its forces.

Initially, the atmosphere among the practitioners of Skyfeather Sanctuary was incredibly grim as they faced the looming threat of Sky Sanctuary.

But after a few days, when they realized that no matter how powerful the enemy was, they couldn't break through the spatial barrier in front of the floating fortress, their attitude completely shifted. They became arrogant.

As long as they could hold out, they figured they could wear down Sky Sanctuary's forces and eventually escape.

After all, everyone in Skyfeather Sanctuary was a practitioner, not an ordinary person. Even if it took months or a year, even if they ran out of supplies and food, they could survive by relying on their cultivation techniques.

With the floating fortress behind them and the impenetrable void in front, the practitioners of Skyfeather Sanctuary soon started to feel smug.

Among them, Rhazor, who had been chosen as the temporary leader, was especially arrogant.

He had only just reached the Ocean's Gate level of power, not even worthy of the title of Holy Emperor. In Skyfeather Sanctuary, he had never held much status.

But now, with most of the powerful figures gone and only a few strong practitioners left, Rhazor had been elevated to the position of leader.

And this wasn't just any promotion—it was a position of leadership in a sanctuary!

If they could survive Sky Sanctuary's assault, his future would be limitless!

"Hahaha! You can't even get into Skyfeather Sanctuary, and you think you can take it over? Sky Sanctuary, you're a joke!" Rhazor laughed wildly, his face full of mockery as he looked at the forces of Sky Sanctuary trapped outside.

He didn't hold back, taunting loudly, "So what if you've surrounded us? You think you can keep this up for a year? Ten years? A hundred years?

As long as you can't break into the sanctuary, we'll just keep getting stronger. One day, we'll recover our strength and storm Sky Sanctuary ourselves.

And when that day comes, I, Rhazor, will be the one in charge!

You think you're so tough? If you've got the guts, why don't you try breaking into Skyfeather Sanctuary? Hahaha, you all look so pathetic just standing out there!"

As Rhazor's arrogant laughter echoed, the other practitioners joined in, laughing along with him.

After all, the spatial barrier in front of them was so strong that not even a Holy Emperor-level expert could break through. No matter how much they mocked, no one could cross it.

"Is this really all Sky Sanctuary's got?"

"I thought the great Sky Sanctuary was supposed to be strong, but it looks like they're just stuck outside like everyone else."

"Haha, even Timothy's here! So this is all Timothy's got, huh?"

But as soon as that last laugh rang out, the mood shifted. The faces of the people around him darkened instantly.

"Timothy… is here?"

They quickly turned to look into the distance, and sure enough, they saw a figure surrounded by disciples.

It really was Timothy!

Skyfeather Sanctuary's spatial domain was governed by incredibly complex laws, and no one had been able to break through it so far.

But there was one rumor—just recently, a floating fortress near Blooming Sanctuary had been breached.

And the one who destroyed it was none other than Timothy.

"Did… did I say something wrong?" The practitioner who had made the comment looked around nervously, noticing that everyone's expressions had changed.

"Of all the people you could've mentioned, you had to bring up Timothy!"

"It's not my fault! I didn't call him here! Besides, isn't the spatial domain supposed to be unbreakable, even for Holy Emperor-level experts?"

But at that moment, everyone's faces showed clear signs of unease.

Aside from Goddess Sylvia, the only person in Sky Sanctuary they truly feared was Timothy.

"It's just a rumor, right? It has to be. Don't believe it. This spatial domain is ancient, from the times of the ancients. No one can break through it unless they've cultivated the wings of our sanctuary."

As if trying to comfort himself, Rhazor stared down below, muttering to himself over and over.

"Yeah, no way. Even if Timothy is as strange as they say, there's no way he could pull off something this ridiculous."

The once arrogant and boastful practitioners of Skyfeather Sanctuary fell into a cold, uneasy silence.

Even though they were saying these things out loud, the fear on their faces told a different story.

"Strange, why did those guys suddenly stop showing off?"

The disciples of Sky Sanctuary were puzzled when they noticed the sudden silence from the people above.

But soon, they realized something—the practitioners of Skyfeather Sanctuary were looking in their direction with a clear sense of dread in their eyes.

Among them, there was an unprecedented fear.

Even Elder Turner had no solution—what exactly were they so afraid of?

As the disciples were still confused, a figure suddenly stepped out from the crowd.

"When did Senior Brother Timothy get here? How did I not notice?"

"I think he came with Elder Turner... Wait, what's Senior Brother Timothy planning? Why do I feel like he's about to break through the spatial barrier?"

In an instant, the crowd erupted in excitement.

Timothy—he always seemed like the one who could pull off miracles.

But this time, the situation was clearly different.

The spatial barrier was imbued with ancient, mystical techniques, far beyond what brute force could overcome.

Without wings, not even Timothy, let alone a Holy Emperor-level expert, could break through. They'd all be trapped outside.

"Can Senior Brother Timothy really get in?"

Even the disciples of Sky Sanctuary were starting to doubt.

But at that moment, Timothy had already taken a step forward.

In the blink of an eye, he had walked out from the ranks of Sky Sanctuary and stood before the spatial barrier.

Boom!

Timothy's figure flickered, and suddenly, he threw a punch.

This punch carried the force of crashing waves, an overwhelming power that even caused the seemingly impenetrable spatial barrier to tremble slightly.

The force of the punch swept out like a fierce hurricane, spreading in all directions.

Everyone caught in the gust felt a chill of terror in their hearts.

The sheer power of that punch was enough to make anyone feel immense fear.

Boom!

However, despite the immense force behind the punch, it didn't seem to shake the barrier in front of him.

For a moment, there was silence. Rhazor, who had initially shown a hint of fear, suddenly froze. Then, he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! I've heard all these stories about Timothy, even rumors that he personally destroyed one of our floating fortresses. I thought he was something special.

Turns out, all those stories were just lies.

With that level of strength, you think you can break into our sanctuary? What a joke!"

As if relieved, the practitioners around Rhazor also erupted into laughter.

"Are you sure about that?"

But just then, they noticed something—Timothy was smiling.

That smile sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Wait, didn't he just hit it with all his strength and nothing happened? What's going on…?"

Rhazor's face suddenly changed.

In an instant, he saw it with his own eyes—Timothy's back had sprouted radiant, holy wings!