Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"The winner of this Alchemy Tournament is this young man right here."

As the elder's voice echoed, the Alchemy Tournament had officially come to an end.

The elder then walked up to Timothy, cupped his hands respectfully, and asked, "I don't believe I know your name, young man. May I take a guess?"

"Could it be that you are Timothy from Sky Sanctuary?"

"That's right, Elder. You guessed correctly," Timothy nodded.

"It's really Timothy from Sky Sanctuary! The one favored by Goddess Sylvia herself, hailed as the greatest genius of our time!"

"Timothy's cultivation is already terrifying, but who would've thought his alchemy skills are just as incredible!"

Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd. This revelation was beyond anyone's expectations.

No wonder Timothy was the only one to catch the attention of the ever-proud and aloof Goddess Sylvia. They couldn't even begin to fathom just how powerful Timothy truly was.

For years, alchemists from all over the world had gathered here, and even the three who barely managed to stand out from the rest had all failed the trial of Battleforge Mountain.

Among them were even rare sixth-level alchemists from the Southern Continent.

Today, Timothy was the only one to qualify for the trial. Yet, for some reason, an absurd thought began to take root in everyone's minds.

"Could it be… that Timothy might actually pass this trial?"

"Young man, it seems the trial is about to begin," the elder hosting the tournament said to Timothy.

Suddenly, a brilliant golden light radiated from Battleforge Mountain.

A pressure, as vast and overwhelming as a towering mountain, descended upon them.

This wasn't just the power of Battleforge Mountain—it was the weight of thousands of years of alchemical tradition from the Elant Continent.

The blood, sweat, and tears of countless alchemists. The crystallization of knowledge passed down by their ancestors.

This trial represented the pinnacle of alchemy on the Elant Continent.

Only those who had reached the absolute peak could pass. This trial had been waiting for tens of thousands of years.

[Ding! You are now feeling the pressure from Battleforge Mountain.]

As the system notification rang out, Timothy didn't back down. Instead, he unleashed the full extent of his hidden power.

"A seventh-level alchemist!"

Since ancient times, most alchemical texts and cultivation methods had been lost in the flames of war, and rare medicinal herbs had long since disappeared.

The path of alchemy had become increasingly difficult. Aside from rumors, no one had seen a seventh-level alchemist in ages.

But now, the aura Timothy was emitting was the real deal.

Boom!

Battleforge Mountain trembled slightly, as if acknowledging Timothy's presence.

At the same time, the pressure it emitted grew even more intense.

The light flared, completely enveloping Timothy.

The Alchemy Trial of Battleforge Mountain had officially begun.

Only by crafting a peerless elixir that the mountain recognized could one pass the trial.

And clearly, even Timothy's seventh-level Dragon's Breath Elixir wasn't enough.

Boom!

A massive pressure bore down, the terrifying force of the entire Battleforge Mountain pressing on Timothy, causing him to stagger slightly.

And the pressure didn't stop. In fact, it grew stronger with each passing moment.

This trial even had a time limit!

"Battleforge Mountain seems truly enraged!"

The crowd of alchemists quickly retreated, trying to escape the crushing pressure.

But in their eyes, there was nothing but deep fear and awe.

Many had participated in the Alchemy Tournament before, and many had witnessed the victorious alchemists attempt the trial.

But up until now, no one had ever seen Battleforge Mountain emit such an overwhelming sense of pressure.

This was on a completely different level compared to the past!

If no one had ever passed the trial before, how could anyone possibly succeed now, with Battleforge Mountain seemingly enraged?

Yet, contrary to what everyone expected, even under this terrifying pressure, Timothy continued to hold his ground.

Golden patterns slowly crept up his arms. After activating his Ancient Saintly Body, Timothy seemed to face little resistance, even under the immense weight of the mountain's pressure.

"Alright then, let's give this a shot."

Timothy gritted his teeth slightly, as if countless symbols and formulas were floating through his mind.

No matter how powerful an entity might be, it must still follow the laws of the world.

And the laws of this world could be understood and mastered through insight.

Timothy's comprehension soared, reaching an astonishing level.

Suddenly, he merged three secret formulas together.

Solar Blaze Elixir

Soul Purification Elixir

Crimson Flame Essence

These three seemingly unrelated formulas found a common thread under Timothy's deep understanding.

The flames of the alchemy furnace roared to life as Timothy threw in all the herbs and materials required for the three elixirs.

As the ingredients entered the furnace, the fire blazed even brighter.

The alchemy furnace, engraved with the image of a fire phoenix and gifted to him by Sylvia, trembled slightly, as if it could barely contain the immense spiritual energy building up inside.

Waves of energy rippled outward as the flames surged higher.

Even though no one could see what was happening inside the furnace, everyone was utterly stunned by the scene unfolding before them.

"What kind of terrifying elixir is Timothy crafting?"

"I think I recognize one of the herbs he used. That rare Dragon's Tongue Grass—could it be for crafting the Solar Blaze Elixir?"

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"And those strange green objects… could they be…?"

Even the most knowledgeable alchemists, who had studied countless ancient texts and were masters of their craft, couldn't figure out what Timothy was trying to create.

Instead, the more they discussed, the more confused they became.

Everything happening before their eyes was beyond their comprehension.

At that moment, everyone could clearly sense a terrifying aura condensing within the alchemy furnace.

If this elixir could truly be completed, its grade would be unimaginable!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

As time passed, the pressure from Battleforge Mountain intensified by several magnitudes.

The crushing force bore down on Timothy from all directions, snapping the surrounding trees and plants, and even causing the ground beneath him to cave in, forming cracks that spread like a spider's web.

"This is bad! Even if he manages to craft the elixir, at this rate, his body might give out first!"

Just as the crowd gasped in shock, a brilliant burst of seven-colored light suddenly exploded from the alchemy furnace!