Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

They didn't just feel the presence of a living person—something they hadn't encountered in who knows how long. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire

More importantly, the vitality radiating from this person was like the blazing sun, burning fiercely.

Even from a distance, just looking at him made every ghost feel a deep, instinctual fear from the very core of their souls.

"How could a living being possibly show up here?!"

Several ghosts couldn't hide their shock, stumbling backward in panic. Even the little girl looked up, surprised.

Sacredfire Mountain was the only path connecting the various realms of the Netherworld to the Underworld.

The only ones who should be able to reach this place were the souls imprisoned here. There was no way a living person could appear.

What the hell was going on?

The ghosts, who had never heard of such a thing, were on high alert.

They were already like birds startled by the mere sound of a bowstring, and now they were even more on edge, not daring to let their guard down for a second.

"Relax. I'm just here to find the Seven Ebon Goddesses. I have no quarrel with any of you."

But contrary to what they expected, Timothy simply smiled calmly, clearly unbothered.

"The Ebon Goddesses?"

The ghosts eased up a little, but Timothy's words still startled them.

To them, calling them the "Ebon Goddesses" was putting it mildly. They were more like goddesses of death.

The fear of the Eight Ebon Goddesses was deeply ingrained in their hearts. They'd been doing everything they could to avoid them, so the idea that someone would actively seek them out was beyond comprehension.

And wasn't there supposed to be eight Ebon Goddesses in the Ninefold Underworld? Why did he say seven?

This guy might have some mysterious power that allowed him to get here, but it seemed like he didn't know much about Sacredfire Mountain. He clearly had no idea how terrifying the Eight Ebon Goddesses really were.

After a long hesitation, the ghost who looked like a farmer finally couldn't help but step forward and try to talk some sense into him. "Brother, I don't know how you managed to get here, but the power of the Eight Ebon Goddesses is far beyond what you can imagine.

Over the years, millions of souls have been imprisoned here on Sacredfire Mountain. Some of them were even powerful practitioners when they were alive. But even they were helpless.

Forget about finding the Ebon Goddesses—very few people even make it through Sacredfire Mountain alive.

Whatever your reason for coming here, if you can leave, you should do it now. Otherwise, the only thing waiting for you is death."

A ghost's final words are often kind.

Having long since lost any hope of survival, the ghosts could only sigh and try to persuade Timothy.

Even the little girl's expression began to change.

When Timothy had spoken earlier, she'd felt a flicker of hope for a moment.

But now…

The girl, though she longed to see her parents again, had a kind heart. She didn't want to see anyone else throw their life away.

Ever since she'd been thrown into this place of despair, no one had ever answered her questions directly. No one had even been willing to offer her a comforting lie.

Even though she knew the chances were slim, Timothy was the first person to tell her she still had a chance to see her parents again.

But…

The girl tugged at Timothy's pant leg, finally letting go of her distant hope. With a sadness she couldn't hide, she tried to persuade him. "Thank you for what you said earlier, big brother, but I know I'll never see my parents again.

You shouldn't take the risk. You should go back."

A wave of heat from Sacredfire Mountain swept over them, and the scorching temperature instantly burned fresh wounds into the girl's body.

Her already weakened spirit trembled slightly, and parts of her form began to fade, becoming more and more transparent.

It was clear that with the little strength she had left, even if she didn't move forward, she wouldn't last much longer.

The searing pain came from all directions, causing the girl's delicate brows to furrow. Her small hands clenched into fists as she struggled to endure the unbearable agony.

But just then, a pure and incredibly dense spiritual energy began to flow down from the top of her head, like a refreshing balm. The energy spread through her body, nourishing every wound like morning dew on parched earth.

Wherever the energy passed, the burning pain from the heat waves vanished instantly, and the wounds on her spirit form began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A soothing sensation spread throughout her body. Noticing the strange change, the girl curiously opened her small hands, staring in amazement at the transformation happening to her.

She had been here for over ten days now.

In that time, she had witnessed countless ghosts struggle in agony, helplessly watching as their bodies were slowly dissolved, bit by bit.

In the end, they were consumed by the flames, powerless to resist.

She had never imagined that a spirit could be healed, and she could hardly believe this miraculous power.

It was like a blessing from the gods!

The girl's once hollow, hopeless eyes began to sparkle with light, as if hope had returned to her.

She looked up, her gaze filled with disbelief, at the only figure who could bring her this hope.

"Big brother!"

"Don't worry," Timothy said with a gentle smile, patting her head softly. "I'm here for those Ebon Goddesses."

He smiled warmly and asked, "Now, can you tell me where they are?"

This time, the girl hesitated only for a moment before making up her mind completely.

Without a second thought, she raised her hand and pointed straight toward the place that had filled countless ghosts with dread—the place where so many had met their tragic end.

"Behind that mountain. They're hiding there!"

In that moment, the girl's gaze became firm, filled with determination and resolve.

The middle-aged ghosts watching this scene couldn't hide their shock.

Having witnessed the miraculous change in the girl, they no longer tried to stop Timothy.

This human possessed power far beyond anything they could have imagined!

But still…

Even with such power, could he really make it past Sacredfire Mountain?

The blazing flames were an untouchable taboo for any ghost. To come into contact with them meant certain destruction—obliteration of the soul.

"Oh? Looks like I've found the right place, then."

At the same time, Timothy smiled and turned his gaze toward Sacredfire Mountain.

He lifted off the ground, stepping into the air.

One step, two steps—eight towering mountains loomed before him, reaching into the clouds like an impenetrable gate.

But with Timothy's next step—

Boom!

A wave of overwhelming pressure surged in all directions.

The flames atop the eight mountains were suddenly extinguished, and massive cracks spread across the peaks.

The central mountain shattered with a thunderous crash!