Chapter 220: The consequences of this could be incredibly severe

Sylvia's slightly dazed eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Timothy right in front of her.And he was smiling.

"Why are you sleeping here? Wait…"

As she recalled how she had just looked at Timothy with pleading eyes, Sylvia's cheeks flushed a soft pink.

Timothy chuckled. "You invited me to sleep with you, honey. How could I say no?"

"I did not invite you! I was just… I was just…"

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Sylvia had no idea what to say.

Because no matter how hard she tried to explain what had just happened, there was no way to make it sound reasonable!

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"Tch, fine. Consider yourself lucky."

Sylvia huffed, but as she pulled away from Timothy's chest, her gaze lingered on him, almost involuntarily.

"Hmph, I'll admit one thing, though."

"What's that?" Timothy asked, a little confused.

"Your chest… it's actually… pretty warm."

She shot him a slightly resentful glance, her voice barely a whisper after saying something so embarrassing, and quickly looked away.

"Haha, you're all talk, but your actions say otherwise," Timothy laughed, clearly amused.

No matter how cold and aloof she usually was, in moments like these, when they were alone, Sylvia would sometimes let slip a shyness that was even more endearing than a girl next door.

In these moments, she was cuter than ever, perfectly embodying the phrase "saying one thing but meaning another."

Clearing his throat, Timothy said, "By the way, honey, what about that piccolo I gave you? We've got some time now. How about I teach you how to play it?"

"No way." Sylvia shook her head quickly.

"Huh?" Timothy blinked, surprised.

"Because I promised I'd learn to play it in one night. So I'll do it tonight. Especially tonight, I… Ugh, let's not talk about this anymore!"

Her face flushed a deep red, and she hurriedly changed the subject, almost as if she was running away from it.

Though Sylvia often showed hints of shyness, Timothy couldn't shake the feeling that something was off today.

Especially when she mentioned tonight…

Could it be that she had something planned for tonight?

Well, teaching her at night would definitely set the mood better, so Timothy didn't dwell on it too much.

As they left the bedroom together, they looked out at the scene outside.

At this point, the forces of the three Holy Emperor factions that had besieged Sky Sanctuary were completely wiped out.

The dead were dead, the wounded were wounded, and those who refused to submit to Sky Sanctuary had been mercilessly executed. The rest had been captured.

The three Holy Emperor factions were no more.

The dark clouds in the sky parted, and sunlight began to shine through.

But in the center of where the clouds had gathered, there was still a strange, swirling blood-red storm that refused to dissipate.

"What is that?" Timothy frowned, sensing something eerie.

"It's the remnants of the Dragon Blood Formation. Or maybe something even more sinister," Sylvia said, her voice heavy as she gazed at the sky.

"Something more sinister?" Timothy asked.

Sylvia nodded. "Yes, it might have something to do with the place they excavated—the 'Sepulcher of the Sacred,' where Holy Emperor Apocalypse was buried."

"The Sepulcher of the Sacred!"

Even though Timothy hadn't been on the continent of Elant for long, he had heard of that name.

It was the burial ground for generations of Holy Emperors, guarded by countless spirits and shrouded in mystery.

No one had been buried there for ages, and it had been even longer since anyone had dared to enter the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

No one knew what secrets lay hidden in that place, which inspired both reverence and fear.

But now, the fact that Holy Emperor Featherwind and Holy Emperor Mountainshade had managed to steal the body of Holy Emperor Apocalypse, who had fallen in the early stages of the Ascension Phase, suggested that something unexpected had happened there.

If something had gone wrong in the Sepulcher of the Sacred, one of the most mysterious and unpredictable places on the continent of Elant, it could lead to a massive upheaval that would shake the entire world!

The consequences of this could be incredibly severe.

"Investigating the Sepulcher of the Sacred can wait. Right now, we need to figure out what this is," Sylvia said coldly, her gaze fixed on the blood-red vortex in the sky.

No one understood why, even after the two emperors who controlled the Dragon Blood Formation had died, this blood-red vortex still lingered.

Timothy nodded, and the two of them flew toward the swirling mass in the sky.

The violent winds howled, carrying a nauseating stench that made it hard to breathe.

It was as if the scene in the sky itself was trying to stop them from approaching.

But with a simple wave of her hand, Sylvia unleashed the overwhelming might of a Holy Emperor. The intense wind pressure that had been blocking their path was instantly swept away, leaving nothing in their way.

As they stepped inside, they found that the blood-red vortex concealed a small world.

But this world was deeply unsettling.

The sky was drenched in crimson, and the foul winds continued to rage.

Even the ground beneath their feet was stained a disturbing shade of scarlet.

Deep cracks ran across the earth, and those cracks bore an eerie resemblance to the patterns of the Dragon Blood Formation.

Suddenly, two twisted humanoid figures came rushing toward them at an insane speed from the distance.

Their movements were bizarre, like zombies, with limbs trembling uncontrollably.

Sylvia extended her hand coldly, curling her fingers.

Boom!

An immense pressure descended, and the two figures froze in place, their bodies hunched over with a sickening crack.

It was clear their bones had shattered. Sёarᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Yet, even with their bodies broken, they didn't fall.

"They can still stand after that?" Timothy's eyes narrowed.

Sylvia's strength was among the very best, even among Holy Emperors.

There were few in the world who could withstand a single blow from her.

Even the strongest of Holy Emperors would struggle to endure it.

The power these two had in life must have been unimaginable.

Roar!

Though the two corpses hadn't been crushed, a terrifying roar suddenly echoed through the air.

Countless streams of blood gathered in the crimson sky, forming a massive blood dragon that coiled in midair.

Its roar was deafening, filled with a terrifying majesty that reverberated through the entire small world.

But then, a single slash of sword energy cut through the air, and the enormous dragon's body crumbled as if it were nothing.

Boom!

The sword light cleaved through the dragon, Sylvia's casual strike tearing the blood dragon apart with no resistance. The streams of blood were severed and scattered, completely obliterated.

The sword energy shot upward, even slicing open the sky of the small world, leaving a gaping tear.

The countless monsters lurking within let out pitiful wails as they were annihilated.

The blood-red world was swept clean.

But even after wiping out everything in sight, Sylvia knew one thing for certain.

The Sepulcher of the Sacred, the place everyone considered a forbidden zone, a place no one dared to enter, had definitely encountered a catastrophe!