All eyes were drawn to her as if they were pulled by a magnet, following her every move.

Finally, she arrived before the glaringly brilliant Golden Throne.

Just a few steps away from Lu Yan, she stopped.

Under the gaze of the suddenly constricted pupils of all the noble aristocrats, the newly crowned queen slowly bent her body. Her magnificent royal robe spread across the golden steps, and she gracefully knelt toward Lu Yan on the Golden Throne.

This kneeling was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of all the nobles and royal family members of the Victoria Kingdom, making their hearts tremble with Elizabeth's action.

Their queen, at this moment of coronation, knelt to another man!

By rights, with the old King Charlie personally handing over the crown, Elizabeth was already the titular highest authority of the Victoria Kingdom.

Even facing the Pope of the Seven Major Gods Church, she wouldn't need to perform such a kneeling ritual.

Yet at this moment, the newly crowned queen unreservedly knelt before Lu Yan's Golden Throne.

This sight, like the sharpest blade, deeply pierced the hearts of all present Victoria nobility and royal family members, letting them feel unprecedented humiliation and suffocation.

Some hot-tempered nobles' faces flushed red, their chests heaving violently, nearly unable to suppress the urge to rush forward and angrily denounce this desecration of royal authority. But they were horrified to find their throats seemed to be seized by an invisible force, unable to utter a single syllable.

It was the Nether River Angel hovering in mid-air!

Its dark and deathly aura had unknowingly spread quietly, like an invisible shackle precisely enveloping every dissatisfied bystander, depriving them of the ability to disrupt this "harmonious" scene.

They could only watch helplessly as Lu Yan, atop the Golden Throne, slowly extended his palm, his movements as casual and natural as petting a well-behaved pet, gently landing on Elizabeth's hair adorned with a delicate platinum crown.

"Well done!"

His voice carried a satisfied approval, clearly echoing in the deathly hall.

Even though she was already cloaked in a royal robe and crowned, and had become the nominal queen of the kingdom, Elizabeth showed no sign of resistance or unease toward Lu Yan's nearly offensive gesture.

Her back remained straight, yet her posture was infinitely submissive.

Because she knew better than anyone that her current supreme status, this brightly revered glory, and even the hope of turning around from a dire situation, all stemmed from the man before her.

Without Lu Yan's appearance and support, at best, she would have relied on her royal bloodline and a bit of beauty to marry far away to another country, becoming a pawn of marriage to maintain political balance.

It was Lu Yan who realized her ambition and pushed her to the pinnacle of a kingdom she herself had never dared to dream of.

And the price she needed to pay was simply to submit entirely at his feet, becoming an extension of his will.

A myriad of thoughts flashed in her mind like lightning, as Elizabeth slightly lifted her lowered eyelids to look at Lu Yan's hand gently caressing her head.

The next moment, she made an even bolder move.

She lifted her gloved hands and gently clasped Lu Yan's hand that rested on her head.

Under the immensely shocked gazes of the crowd, Elizabeth slightly raised her head, her alluringly full red lips devoutly kissed Lu Yan's fingers.

This action carried a near religious ritualism, much like the most devout followers kissing the pontiff's ring.

"Obey, Your Will!"

She said softly, her voice gentle yet filled with undeniable determination.

Lu Yan's expression showed a fleeting moment of surprise, evidently not expecting Elizabeth to express submission so proactively and thoroughly.

He looked down at the queen kneeling before him, kissing his fingers, his gaze passing over the royal nobles below whose eyes burned with rage yet dared not meet his.

His mouth slowly curled into a smile, ultimately unable to suppress his joyous laughter.

"Good! Very good! Extremely good!"

His laughter echoed through the hall, filled with pleasure and confident control.

As his voice fell, Lu Yan withdrew the hand that had been kissed and instead grabbed the Scepter of Royal Authority that leaned alongside the throne.

With his action, everyone's heartstrings were once again tightly strung, especially those transcendent beings walking the King's Path, who felt a deep stirring from their bloodline and path.

The Victoria Kingdom, with its millennia of history, had weathered countless storms; occurrences of external forces interfering in succession were not unprecedented.

But as long as the Scepter of Royal Authority — an item symbolizing the path's origin and kingdom's legitimacy — remains in the hands of someone with royal blood, short-term humiliation and compromise would ultimately be washed away by the river of time.

The foundation of the royal family would remain unshakable.

This was also why the three Earth Angels of the royal family ultimately chose silence, and many royal powerhouses tacitly agreed to Elizabeth's ascension.

They pinned their hopes here, thinking it was the only way to preserve the royal core interests under the current circumstances.

Under the gaze of the masses, Lu Yan held the glittering Scepter of Royal Authority and handed it to Elizabeth, still kneeling before him.

"Take it."

Elizabeth extended her hands and respectfully took this heavy and powerful scepter.

At the instant her fingertips touched the scepter, the platinum crown on her head and the Scepter of Royal Authority in her hands suddenly burst into a dazzling divine radiance.

The two items, symbolizing the King's Path, resonated strongly, seemingly announcing and asserting the supreme uniqueness of the King's Path.

In the brilliance of path-origin power, Elizabeth's figure appeared incredibly sacred and majestic, her aura climbing with each passing moment, emanating a strong pressure akin to a Human God descending upon the mortal world.

She slowly stood up, holding the Scepter of Royal Authority, turning to face the silent crowd below.

She raised the scepter high, the gem at the end bursting forth with solar-like radiance, illuminating the entire hall. The majesty belonging to the queen was fully displayed at that moment, solemn and inviolable.

Facing the new queen, holding the Scepter of Royal Authority and bathed in holy brightness, the nobles and royal family members below, after a brief moment of disorientation, finally discarded their previous grievances and humiliations.

They all bowed their proud heads, kneeling on one knee, paying homage to Elizabeth.

This was an allegiance to the new queen, and a submission to the King's Path that she represented.

At this moment, Elizabeth truly reached the pinnacle of her life, becoming the undisputed ruler of the Victoria Kingdom.

However, just when the coronation ceremony reached its climax and the queen's majesty stunned the entire audience, a calm yet bewitching voice came clearly from the Golden Throne behind her.

"This Scepter of Royal Authority is, after all, only one-seventh of the King's Path uniqueness."

Lu Yan's voice carried a hint of gentle reminder, "If you capture six Scepters of Royal Authority, restoring complete uniqueness, gathering full royal authority.

Elizabeth, with your aptitude, you could hope to ascend to the path of the True God."

"Remember," Lu Yan's voice carried a grand temptation, "Today, all that you have obtained is but a beginning!"

Lu Yan's words clapped like thunder, exploding in Elizabeth's mind!

Ascend to the path of the True God? What grandeur, what a heart-stirring vision is that?

This instant ignited the flame of ambition deep within her heart, one she herself dared not imagine. Her pale lavender, beautiful eyes grew somewhat misty, the long, slender jade legs beneath her royal robe instinctively crossing and rubbing, an unprecedented excitement and desire flooding her heart.

Following the surge of instinctual will, abruptly awakened from within, Elizabeth gripped the Scepter of Royal Authority in her hand, suffused with an unprecedented confidence and sense of control over her soul:

"I am the Royal Authority!"