Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Not bad, not bad. If it's you, you might just be worthy of passing our trio's test." Mystic Emperor Kael's apparition seemed quite pleased as he nodded his head.

A breeze swept through, and his apparition slowly faded away.

Then, Sage Empress Orielle appeared.

"What's this test?"

As Timothy took his next step, suddenly, a delicate, bell-like laughter rang out.

From all directions, a group of women in colorful dresses appeared, each more graceful and charming than the last.

These women were alluring and poised, dressed in sheer fabrics that accentuated their beauty with every smile and frown.

Their soft, boneless bodies leaned towards Timothy.

Some rested on Timothy's shoulder, some lay on his back, and others gently straightened his clothes, making flirtatious gestures...

"So, it's this kind of trial!"

The many monks watching from below were clearly startled.

Even from such a distance, the stunning women in the air stirred their hearts, making them restless.

It was evident how potent their seductive powers were.

"Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity."

Even the monks from the abbey were muttering to themselves, trying to calm their stirred hearts.

The onlooker sees most of the game.

Even those watching from afar were so affected,how could Timothy, surrounded by these beauties, resist!

"If it were any other test, Brother Timothy might have had a chance, but this trial..."

"It's so hard to suppress human nature. Even if he's talented and highly skilled, he can't handle this situation!"

As they tried to calm their inner turmoil, the monks all expressed their sympathy.

As they had anticipated, surrounded by so many beautiful women, Timothy's resolve was visibly shaken.

These women might not be as beautiful as Goddess Sylvia, but any man would struggle to withstand such a scene!

Seeing his body beginning to lose control, Timothy suddenly remembered a very important artifact.

"The Hundred Beauties Spring Palace Scroll! This thing is a lifesaver right now!"

Among the many beautiful women, Timothy suddenly pulled out the Hundred Beauties Spring Palace Scroll and looked at it.

The scroll depicted old women, both plump and thin, dressed in thin clothes and wearing heavy, unsettling makeup.

"Ugh."

Timothy felt a convulsion in his stomach, almost throwing up.

But as he felt his eyes being defiled, he also felt a clear aura enveloping him, instantly driving out all impure thoughts.

At that moment, Timothy felt his desires diminish, as if he were a saint with no earthly wants.

It was even more ascetic than the sage mode!

Even if the world's beauties lined up in front of him, they couldn't stir a ripple in his heart!

"My dear, aren't you going to cherish me~"

A gorgeous woman with almond eyes and a peachy complexion threw herself at him.

Her soft, delicate body was something any man would struggle not to embrace.

But Timothy just looked disgusted: "Get lost!"

"My dear, you... you actually despise me."

The woman's expression instantly showed panic and hurt as she fell to the ground.

Timothy waved dismissively: "I get annoyed just seeing a woman now, just get lost!"

"My dear, don't you love me anymore?"

"What about me?"

"My dear, think it over."

Pitiful cries followed, but Timothy remained completely indifferent, brushing off all the women who threw themselves at him.

A breeze swept through, and the once charming and diverse group of women, in disbelief, turned to ash and vanished with the wind.

The dust dispersed and slowly coalesced into the form of Sage Empress Orielle.

"I can't believe you actually passed my test!" Sage Empress Orielle showed a hint of astonishment.

The monks below were equally shocked.

The scene of enchantment they had just witnessed was so potent that even from such a distance, they had almost completely succumbed to it.

How on earth did Timothy, who faced it head-on, manage to resist?

How profound and terrifying must his mental fortitude be!

"This friend's mental strength is truly unimaginable, truly suitable for joining our Westminster Abbey!" A monk from Westminster Abbey, still visibly shaken, fiddled with his prayer beads.

"Who says that disliking the company of women makes one suited to be a monk?" A few pale-faced, effeminate men called out in high-pitched voices.

"..."

"Having passed these two tests, young friend, your future is indeed boundless. I hope you can pass the final test and inherit the treasure of us three Holy Emperors." Sage Empress Orielle's lips seemed to curl into a smile as she slowly vanished into thin air.

The final test for the inherited treasure was upon him!

Timothy didn't wait for the appearance of Sky Emperor Aerion,instead, the space around him began to warp and deform.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different scene.

In a cramped wooden cabin, excited men and women embraced him, calling his name.

It was as if he had merged into this small world, watching himself grow from a child into a young man.

Then he got married, had children, and enjoyed his later years.

This test seemed to be showing the path of life and death, with no real challenge involved.

As the Timothy in this small world grew old, on a snowy night, he walked alone to the summit of a mountain.

He could clearly feel that the final test was drawing to a close.

The dark sky split open, and a dazzling light shone through the crack.

However, the source of this aura was not Sky Emperor Aerion.

Timothy's gaze sharpened, he had anticipated this outcome.

As the illusion faded, a figure slowly emerged in the sky, causing a tremor in the hearts of all the monks within the Mystic Realm at almost the same moment.

"It's an avatar of Holy Emperor Vorenus!"

Seven hundred years ago, wielding the Heavenly-level divine weapon "Phoenix Blade," Holy Emperor Vorenus dominated the lands and declared himself emperor. His reign was marked by his formidable presence and power.

However, two hundred years ago, after reigning for over seven hundred years, Holy Emperor Vorenus angered Goddess Sylvia. He was struck down, his spiritual foundation damaged, forcing him to flee to the frigid lands.

Yet, his formidable reputation remains firmly etched in the memories of all to this day.

Although none of those present had ever seen Holy Emperor Vorenus in person, they all had a profound impression of him from historical records as a sovereign who had once slain another emperor.

Wasn't this the Mystic Realm of the three legendary Holy Emperors? Why would an avatar of Holy Emperor Vorenus appear here?

Moreover, the majority of people could clearly sense that the appearance of Holy Emperor Vorenus boded ill. The air was thick with tension, as if his very presence hinted at impending turmoil or a test far greater than any they had anticipated.

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