Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Timothy had already conquered forty-six of the seventy-seven treacherous paths of the Bone Road!

At this moment, everyone felt a chill in their hearts!

How did Timothy manage to effortlessly reach this point when even the Undead Sanctuary, after thousands of years of effort, couldn't break through?

Even with his Enlightenment Body, this was just unbelievable!

But what next?

Each step on the Bone Road brought terrifying transformations.

The last three bones were not going to be easy to cross.

Everyone guessed right.

As Timothy faced the last three bones, suddenly, the scene transformed dramatically.

Ghostly wails and soul-shattering screams echoed throughout the forbidden area, with a relentless cold wind gathering in front of Timothy.

On his left, an illusion of a bull-headed figure with a scythe appeared, and on his right, a horse-faced figure wielding a scythe.

And floating above the final bone was an endless black mist, like a demon descending from the heavens, its form indiscernible!

Within that black mist seemed to lurk a terrifying aura from the abyss, and a chilling murderous intent.

Many of the seasoned elders who had ventured into this secret realm trembled.

Even from a distance, the mere presence of these three spectral figures instilled a profound fear in the practitioners of Ocean's Gate.

Was this the guardian of the treasure of the Undead Sanctuary?

The horrors of this forbidden place were even beyond their wildest imaginations!

They even began to doubt if anyone could truly conquer such a place.

No wonder the Undead Sanctuary hadn't accessed their ancestral legacy for thousands of years. Perhaps not even a Holy Emperor could make a difference here!

"Don't go any further, Brother Timothy! That's not something anyone below a Holy Emperor should mess with!" Aria couldn't help but shout out, and several elders who were on good terms with the Sky Sanctuary quickly tried to persuade him too.

The goddess held Timothy in high regard. If something happened to him here, they would all be implicated.

Facing such terrifying entities, it wasn't just about continuing on the Bone Road,even escaping with his life would be a stroke of immense luck.

Given the strength Timothy had just shown, if he retreated now, he might still have a chance to save his life!

However, Timothy didn't turn back. He calmly took another step forward.

"Is he crazy to keep going?"

"That's a dead end! No matter how confident he is, how could the millennia-old treasure of the Undead Sanctuary be so easily obtained?"

Meanwhile, the bull-headed spectral figure wielding the scythe seemed utterly enraged by Timothy's actions.

Even the Bone Sovereign wouldn't dare to step before him so brazenly, and this mere mortal thought he could claim the supreme treasure of the Undead Sanctuary?

As the scythe swung down, its blade, already coated with countless remnants of bone and blood, had buried many under its edge.

In the howling vortex of black mist, it seemed as if thousands of tortured spirits were crying out, fearing this bizarre, murderous scythe.

Seemingly engulfed by the boundless black mist, Timothy appeared so insignificant in front of the bull-headed specter.

Yet, as the scythe came crashing down, endless lightning suddenly surged around Timothy.

All the thunder converged into one!

Dark clouds covered the sky, shadows loomed, and thunder roared as if the apocalypse had arrived.

"Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique!"

Thunder surged towards the bull-headed figure with the scythe.

Not just any thunder, but one that carried an annihilating force against spirits, and within this myriad of thunders, there was also an extremely eerie aura.

An aura of extreme cold!

Right from his first step on the Bone Road, Timothy had sensed something.

For some reason, the extreme cold from the second meridian of his Ancient Saintly Body seemed to have a natural dominance over the spirits of the forbidden area!

As the scythe met the oncoming thunder, everyone clearly noticed.

That blood-red scythe, forged from countless flesh and blood, was continuously dissolving and shattering within the endless thunder.

Almost completely devoured!

The bull-headed specter's eyes, wide as copper bells, bulged in disbelief at the humiliation inflicted by a mere human.

But the thunder that struck him was already swallowing him whole, and to his disbelief, his spectral body was disintegrating under the bizarre and powerful thunder, writhing in agony.

"How dare you!"

A muffled, angry wail echoed through the air.

The bull-headed specter struggled desperately, swinging its broken scythe wildly as its massive body twisted in torment.

But at that moment, Timothy had already stepped past the agonized bull-headed specter, taking the next step forward.

At the same time.

"The three legendary Holy Emperors."

The Sacred Tri-Emperor Crest materialized, and three golden, sacred elephants appeared in the sky.

Above these legendary Holy Emperor figures, thunder from the Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique flickered continuously.

Three massive palm imprints descended from the sky, covering both the bull-headed and horse-faced specters.

Shadows enveloped them, and thunder roared.

Like divine enforcers, the three massive palm imprints carried a solemn intent to kill.

Even the previously rampant and fearless bull-headed and horse-faced specters were now utterly panicked.

Amidst their angry, indistinct howls, the two scythes slashed towards the heavens, summoning countless abyssal spirits.

However, these seemingly endless spirits dissipated instantly upon touching the sacred figures and the thunder, offering no resistance whatsoever!

"How is this possible? Why are these spirits so effortlessly defeated before Timothy?"

Everyone who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded.

They knew Timothy was extraordinary, but this scene had completely surpassed anyone's understanding.

The strength of the bull-headed and horse-faced spectral figures was beyond mere terror.

How on earth did Timothy manage to slay them both so effortlessly?!

Or perhaps, Timothy's power had completely exceeded their imagination.

Even the realms they perceived might be an illusion...

"Lord Sovereign, what should we do now?"

"It's impossible! Apart from the Ancient Saintly Body, there should be no one else who could break through the Bone Road!" The Bone Sovereign's expression changed drastically, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"It's okay, there's still one last bone left. No matter how bizarre his methods are, he absolutely cannot cross it." As if comforting himself, the Bone Sovereign muttered continuously, all the while staring intently at Timothy.

But as he watched, the spectral figures of the bull-headed and horse-faced specters shattered.

And Timothy, without any hesitation, took the next step.

Suddenly, the clouds surged, and an overwhelming sense of oppression instantly filled everyone's hearts.

Above the sky, a gigantic golden foot appeared!

And the aura emanating from this colossal foot's phantom was comparable to that of a Holy Emperor!