"Hmph, didn't I tell you my cooking skills are even better than my cultivation talent?
Last ti when I was refining so local elixirs, even those High Priests didn't dare to try them. But look at you, you've got good taste!"
Sylvia was clearly delighted by the high praise she received. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she bead with pride.
"Well, I'll be heading out now. You've worked hard teaching the disciples, so don't overdo it, okay?" she said, her tone full of concern.
After offering her gentle reminder, Sylvia finally turned around, satisfied, and gracefully made her way back to the Sky Sanctuary.
But behind her, Timothy, who had just taken a sip of the lemon tea, suddenly coughed violently, as if he'd been struck by a heavy blow. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Other n spoil their wives with money. Spoiling my wife? It's practically a death sentence!
On the outside, Sylvia looked like an untouchable, cool goddess, but sotis… she could be adorably clueless.
Thank goodness I've reached the level of a Holy Emperor. Otherwise, just that one sip would've been enough to kill !
At that mont, Timothy fully understood the saying, "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger." If it were anyone else, forget spoiling their wife—they'd be dead by now!
However, the disciples watching this scene had no idea how dangerous that lemon tea really was. All they could think about was the image of the goddess personally delivering tea to Timothy and her caring words. One by one, they were so jealous their eyes practically turned green.
"Brother Timothy, how about you take a break? I can train the others tomorrow. Maybe the goddess will bring lemon tea next ti!"
"I want to taste the tea the goddess made with her own hands too! Brother Timothy, just give a sip!"
The male disciples were practically begging, so of them on the verge of tears.
"Get lost! Go rest up and co back for training tomorrow," Timothy waved them off, rejecting them without hesitation.
Originally, he had only planned to train this group for a day. But now that the goddess had personally brought him lemon tea, Timothy quickly decided to extend the training for a few more days. He was already starting to look forward to whether she'd bring him sothing else next ti.
"Brother Timothy, that's so unfair!"
"Damn it, I feel like I just took a critical hit straight to the heart!"
The single male disciples, who had been alone for far too long, felt like they were about to cry. But unfortunately for them, they were up against Timothy. Even though they were fuming with jealousy, they knew they couldn't beat him in a fight.
"I don't believe it! We've got more training tomorrow. Today must've been a fluke. There's no way the goddess will bring him sothing again!"
"Exactly! The goddess must care about all of us. She probably just couldn't make enough tea for everyone, so she gave it to Brother Timothy as a symbolic gesture. There's no way this will happen again tomorrow!"
With eyes brimming with unshed tears, the disciples could only walk away, their faces full of frustration, anxiously awaiting the next day's training.
"I'll take my leave as well," said Elder Turner, his old face twitching slightly as he awkwardly excused himself.
As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the horizon, his hunched figure looked even more pitiful. His strength may have increased, but his fragile heart had taken a beating. It was as if the Sky Sanctuary itself echoed with the sound of lantation.
Before long, the once-bustling training ground was empty, leaving only Timothy standing there.
Looking down at the lemon tea in his hand, Timothy couldn't help but chuckle wryly as he put it away. There was no way he'd dare drink this tea, which now seed like the grinning face of a terrifying demon. But keeping it as a nto? Maybe one day it could serve as a piece of the goddess's embarrassing history.
"Now then..."
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Timothy swept his spiritual sense across the Sky Sanctuary, quickly sensing that Sylvia was still at her desk, diligently writing. She was preparing for the upcoming grand assembly, her focused expression making Timothy hesitate to disturb her.
With a soft sigh, he shifted his attention toward the Arcane Library.
It had been almost a year since he arrived on the continent of Elant. While he had beco quite familiar with most of the land, his knowledge of other spiritual realms, like the Netherworld, was still limited.
As a Holy Emperor, Timothy had once believed he stood at the pinnacle of power in this world. But the ergence of the Supre Emperor had shattered that illusion, making him realize that there were beings far stronger than he had ever imagined. Beyond the continent of Elant, other spiritual realms likely harbored forces that defied his current understanding.
To focus only on the present would be to trap himself in complacency, ignoring the potential dangers that could arise. The appearance of Supre Emperor Verena was a stark reminder of that.
The strength of the Elant continent alone was nowhere near enough to face such unknown threats head-on.
Timothy's expression grew more serious as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared beyond the horizon. With the night settling in, he stepped into the Arcane Library.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for entering a state of enlightennt.]
As the system's voice echoed in his mind, the countless books within the Arcane Library began to open slowly, all at once, as if responding to Timothy's presence.
The words on the pages seed to co alive, transforming into glowing particles of light that floated toward him, gathering into a golden river that surged into his mind.
The knowledge contained within these books—every record, every insight—was absorbed by Timothy in an instant.
The books in this section of the library weren't filled with Arcane Arts or secret techniques. They couldn't be asured by any ranking system, and most disciples didn't even bother to look at them. As a result, few ever paid attention to the information they held.
So of the books contained strange tales and rumors. Others were ancient, unverified histories. So were personal biographies of past Holy Emperors. But among them were also records of spiritual realms beyond the Elant continent.
There were legends that spoke of three thousand realms, with Elant being just one of many. In the vastness of the universe, there were countless worlds similar to Elant.
So of these realms had never experienced the decline of spiritual energy that had plagued Elant since ancient tis. As a result, they had produced countless supre beings of unimaginable power...
The golden light illuminated the entire Arcane Library, and the vast knowledge flowed into Timothy's mind like a river of mories.
Ti passed slowly, and Timothy remained still, his gaze fixed on the books before him, as if he were comprehending the profound mysteries they held.
The stars twinkled in the sky, and the moonlight gently flickered outside.
It was unclear how much ti had passed, but eventually, Timothy slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes now glowed with a brilliant golden light, so radiant that even the moonlight outside seed dim in comparison.
From the countless records that had rged into his mind, two distinct realms stood out.
One was the Celestial Realm, a place that could only be reached by those who had broken through the Ascension Phase, where they would ultimately ascend.
The other was the Ninefold Underworld, the very heart of reincarnation, a realm that governed countless worlds, including the Netherworld itself...
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