Sheng Fu

The following morning, in the Black Mountain region.

The Black Mountain region has become a watershed for the demon realm. To the north of the Black Mountain region, the spiritual energy is complex and the fortune is magnificent. To the south of the Black Mountain region, the mountains and rivers are broken and the fortune is collapsed and scattered.

The ravaged battlefield still exudes a sharp and chilling aura.

This land has witnessed too many cries of monsters and the tragic fate of humanity.

At this moment, Zun Hong led a group of demon clan leaders to the south of the Black Mountain region, where a wide and long red carpet was laid out on the ravaged land.

Beneath this red carpet, symbolizing the sincerity of the demon race, lies the tragic grandeur and resentment of the Nine Nether Sparrow before its death.

The situation changed too quickly; former enemies became allies.

Today's bandits become tomorrow's officials, and tomorrow's officials become today's bandits.

Regardless of how the history books of the demon race are written in the future, the Nine Nether Sparrow is undoubtedly a national hero of the demon realm.

Zun Hong, the patriarch of the Xiu Shen Zhu clan, Xiong Jun, and other bigwigs stood side by side, looking towards the distance of the red carpet. Finally, a large number of figures appeared in their field of vision.

The banners of the Humans and the Eldar fluttered in the air.

Princess Qianling and Gu Cheng walked at the front. They did not ride any mounts, but chose to walk, expressing their sincerity in this approachable way.

Gu Cheng had already spotted the demon race's forces, and then glanced towards the more distant north, where spiritual energy was reviving and fortune was flourishing. Although it was only half of the country, it was enough for the demon race to recuperate and thrive.

"After the great struggle began, the Demon Realm suffered the most. Fortunately, the current Demon Realm Queen is not an incompetent person," Gu Cheng said softly.

Qianling wholeheartedly agreed. It was her first time visiting this devastated battlefield, and after experiencing it up close, she was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions.

Politicians, for better or worse, are the most respectable profession in the world.

However, this profession demands too much from a person's cultivation, morality, and strategy. A slight mistake can lead to a tragic situation with millions of corpses and rivers of blood.

"Your Excellency has come from afar. Zun Hong is here with the heroes of the Demon Realm to welcome Your Excellency!" Zun Hong led his men in bowing and greeting Qian Ling and Gu Cheng.

The two have now stepped onto this red carpet, beneath which lie countless lives of blood and bones.

But blood and bones are in the past; rebirth from ashes is the bright future.

Gu Cheng and Qian Ling stood at a distance, bowing deeply as well, and said in unison, "It is an honor for our clan to be so kind as to the heroes of the Demon Realm. In the future, with the three clans working together, we will surely be able to overcome all obstacles and usher in a new era of prosperity."

Before they knew it, the three races had come together.

Zun Hong said gently, "A banquet has been prepared in the rear. Please move there."

“In the coming days, I will be working with the two of you. In terms of talent, I am far inferior to the two sages, but in terms of knowledge of the mountains and rivers of the Demon Realm, I am superior to the two of you. I believe that this time, the three of us will be able to open up trade opportunities and benefit the people of the three races.”

Gu Cheng chuckled softly, “Not at all. I had already heard of the Grand Chancellor’s great talent and strategy when I was in the Spirit Clan. He reformed the bureaucracy and the Demon Realm is now thriving and full of new life. This is inseparable from the fact that you are such a talented and strategic Grand Chancellor.”

Upon hearing Gu Cheng's response, smiles gradually appeared on the faces of Zun Hong and the other demon clan leaders, and their previously tense nerves slowly relaxed.

At least for now, neither of these two seems arrogant or domineering, and they are quite concerned about the attitude of the Demon Realm.

Zun Hong smiled slightly and said humbly, "Fellow Daoist Gu Cheng is very eloquent. I really like him."

Gu Cheng, ever the friendly type, patted Zun Hong on the shoulder and smiled brightly, saying, "I always speak the truth, never lies. If the Grand Secretary doubts that I am lying, he can simply send envoys to inquire throughout the Spirit Clan and find out."

"The Grand Secretary's reputation for virtue is widespread, and this is by no means a rumor."

Seeing Gu Cheng's serious expression, Zun Hong laughed heartily and said, "Thank you for informing me of this, fellow Daoist. Please come in, everyone." Gu Cheng then took Zun Hong and Princess Qianling's hands, and the three of them went to the banquet together.

Seeing this scene, the other big shots of the Demon Realm were even more pleased. A vibrant life emerged from the ravaged battlefield. Qianling also secretly admired Gu Cheng's extraordinary demeanor. In just a few words, he closed the distance between them.

Perhaps this kind of attitude is the one that teenagers find most repulsive, because it is too worldly and even a bit cheesy. But as they grow up, they realize that most people don't even have the right to join forces with others.

……

The capital of the Demon Realm is now completely empty.

Only one supreme expert remains from the Golden Lion lineage.

The Queen silently practiced her meditation in the temple, as if nothing had happened.

The atmosphere in the entire Demon Realm capital was briefly filled with jubilation due to the alliance with the human and spirit races. The lower-level demon realm people naturally did not want war to break out and wanted to live a peaceful and prosperous life.

Since the start of the great war, countless warriors from the demon realm have died on the battlefield, their nights spent resting on the green hills.

The entire demon realm also felt a slight weariness.

Many times, even the creatures of the Demon Realm felt grateful that Empress Fuyao had severely injured the God Emperor and that Gu Yong had crippled the Demon Lord; otherwise, the entire Demon Realm would probably have become a battlefield of carnage.

The days of the Demon Realm fighting alone are over. As long as the three races form an alliance, the Demon Realm can gain a lot of strategic breathing space. The beings of the Demon Realm understand this principle.

As for what fate or position the Demon Realm will face after this great struggle ends, that's a matter for the future. With the assistance of the Soul Masters to the Demon Realm Queen, the Demon Realm Queen acted swiftly and decisively, gradually restoring the Demon Realm's national strength. Most of the Demon Realm's beings also saw a glimmer of hope for the Demon Realm's rise.

But hope is just hope.

Life is unpredictable; sometimes, just one major battle can completely change the situation.

into the night.

Guangli continued her quiet practice in the temple.

The restoration of half the kingdom has taken a heavy toll on the Queen. Within the palace, some people silently pray that Her Majesty can recover to her peak condition as soon as possible, while others are worried, believing that Her Majesty will have a hard time overcoming this crisis.

Of course, some people also harbored wishful thinking, hoping that the Dragon Clan's Nine Dragons Heavenly Origin Array would be opened again for Her Majesty the Queen, allowing her to return to her peak condition.

A very small number of people have even prepared for how to seize power after the Queen's death.

People have different opinions, and in this position, one can never expect absolute loyalty from those under one's command.

As always, Qingyu stood guard at the entrance of the dojo.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept by. Before Qingyu could react, she felt a tingling sensation all over her body, as if she had unknowingly fallen asleep in a hot spring. In an instant, she lost consciousness.

Then, a robust man in his thirties, dressed in a silver-black robe, slowly walked towards the temple.

The man was handsome, with a "king" character pattern on his forehead.

With deep, unfathomable eyes that concealed an air of dominance, he looked at the weakly defended dojo, his ambition rising. After tonight, he would be the king of the demon realm.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived inside the dojo.

Her Majesty the Queen, who had been meditating on the futon, had already opened her eyes and was gazing at this person. (End of Chapter)