Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Underworld Dynasty?"

This answer was pretty much in line with what Timothy had been thinking.

The Netherworld was filled with various ghost cities and factions, but only the Underworld Dynasty truly ruled over the Netherworld, overseeing the reincarnation of all spirits.

"But before you go, I have a suggestion."

At that moment, the tavern owner suddenly took on a more serious tone. "I don't know how you managed to enter the Netherworld with living bodies, but the path to the Underworld Dynasty is filled with an overwhelming amount of soul energy and ghostly aura.

Even if you're powerful, it's likely you'll still be affected.

If you can't resist it, your lives could be in danger.

So, I suggest that before heading to the Underworld Dynasty, you should first take a dip in the Sacred Sea. That way, no matter how thick the ghostly aura or soul energy is, it won't be able to harm you."

"Sacred Sea?"

This was the first time Timothy had heard of it.

The tavern owner nodded and explained, "Yes, the Sacred Sea is the holiest ocean in the Netherworld.

Even though the Netherworld is full of ghosts and spirits, this sea is exceptionally sacred.

Soaking in it not only cleanses all evil influences but also purifies the soul and strengthens your power.

For ghosts, the Sacred Sea is a place of great reverence. If you bathe in it, you should be able to completely avoid the corruption of demonic soul energy.

But there's one problem..."

The tavern owner paused for a moment before continuing, "Although the Sacred Sea is a precious and holy place, no one has been able to visit it for quite some time.

About a year ago, three brothers with the surname Liu were corrupted by demonic forces and turned into lust demons.

Since then, they've been guarding the Sacred Sea, refusing to let any male ghosts enter. Their lust knows no bounds, and they only want to watch female ghosts bathe in the sea.

Because they've become lust demons, their power is immense.

So far, none of the nearby ghost cities have been able to deal with them.

Male ghosts can't get in, and female ghosts don't dare to bathe in the sea in front of those perverts.

So, for the past year, no ghost has been able to enter the Sacred Sea."

"Oh? The Sacred Sea!"

A glint of excitement flashed in Timothy's eyes.

Compared to the tavern owner's talk about purifying the soul and warding off evil, there was only one thing on his mind.

"The sea!"

Since arriving on the continent of Elant, he hadn't seen the ocean even once.

And more important than the sea itself, of course, was...

He suddenly remembered the beaches back on Earth, where women in bikinis strolled along the shore. Timothy felt a sudden rush of excitement.

The women on Earth, with their beauty and figures, were already on a whole different level compared to goddesses.

Even when they wore bikinis, they were stunning enough to be the most eye-catching sight on the beach. Now, if a goddess were to wear a bikini...

Timothy, usually calm and composed, suddenly felt his blood racing.

Just imagining the scene was enough to make it hard to keep his cool!

It seemed this trip to the Netherworld was definitely worth it!

"But the matter of the Sepulcher of the Sacred is urgent. I need to get to the Underworld Dynasty as soon as possible.

Ghostly aura or not, I have the protection of the Holy Emperor's body. I don't think it's necessary."

At that moment, Sylvia glanced at the tavern owner, her voice cool and composed.

"You're a Holy Emperor?!"

Hearing this, the tavern owner froze for a moment, his eyes widening in shock.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He quickly looked back at Sylvia, his expression now filled with awe and respect.

The overwhelming aura Sylvia exuded made the tavern owner's very soul tremble.

In that instant, he had no doubt about Sylvia's identity. Only a Holy Emperor-level warrior could possess such an imposing presence and powerful energy.

Sylvia's ethereal beauty, like that of a celestial being, captivated the ghosts around her. None of them could have imagined that this stunning woman was actually a Holy Emperor-level warrior.

Upon closer inspection, they could all sense it clearly—Sylvia's Holy Emperor aura was not just strong, but extraordinary, even among others of her rank.

Under this cold and majestic pressure, the tavern owner wiped a nervous bead of sweat from his forehead, his voice filled with reverence. "I apologize for my earlier rudeness. While the ghostly aura in the Netherworld is indeed dangerous, for a Holy Emperor-level warrior, even without the Sacred Sea's help, it should be…"

The tavern owner was about to explain that perhaps a Holy Emperor-level warrior didn't need the Sacred Sea after all. But before he could finish, Timothy stepped forward, smiling as he clapped a hand on the owner's shoulder. "Boss, were you about to say that the ghostly aura in the Netherworld is so dangerous that even a Holy Emperor-level warrior would need the Sacred Sea's help?"

There was something in Timothy's smile that sent a chill down the tavern owner's spine.

He shivered slightly, confused. "No, I was going to say that a Holy Emperor-level warrior might not necessarily need…"

"You sure about that?" Timothy interrupted, clapping the tavern owner's shoulder again, this time harder.

The tavern owner could feel the weight of Timothy's hand, but more than that, he sensed a faint, oppressive aura emanating from Timothy. It carried a hint of killing intent, making it hard for him to breathe.

Looking again at Timothy's smile, the tavern owner felt an inexplicable coldness, a chill that ran down his spine.

"I mean… yes, that's exactly what I was going to say," the tavern owner stammered, glancing nervously between Timothy and Sylvia. He suddenly realized the situation he was in.

A husband and wife in perfect sync—if he said the wrong thing, he might not make it out of this alive!

At that moment, Timothy leaned in close to his ear, lowering his voice. "I'm planning to take the goddess on a beach honeymoon, boss. You get what I'm saying, right?"

"I…"

The tavern owner finally understood why Timothy had interrupted him earlier. This couple was not to be trifled with.

More importantly, this was their personal business. If he said anything that ruined their beach honeymoon plans, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After a moment of hesitation, the tavern owner's body trembled slightly, and he decided it was best not to say anything foolish.

"Alright, what I meant to say was… even though Holy Emperor-level warriors are incredibly powerful, the ghostly aura in the Netherworld is unpredictable. If possible, it's still better to visit the Sacred Sea first. Ideally, the two of you should go together!"

With a resigned expression, the tavern owner finally gave his answer.

"Is that so? Well, alright then," Sylvia said, nodding seriously after hearing his response.

It seemed that this matter couldn't be rushed. They would have to visit the Sacred Sea first.