After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

The great battle has ended.

Jiang Yan stood on the city wall, looking around.

Countless corpses were piled up on the battlefield, one layer on top of another, stretching from the base of the city wall to the horizon.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was the enemy and who was a comrade.

All I know is that the Chang'an Army has the most.

Broken spears were stuck in the pile of corpses, and tattered flags fluttered in the wind.

Jiang Yan's gaze swept over one face after another that could no longer open its eyes, and then stopped on a familiar figure.

Su Henian.

He lay beneath a collapsed city wall, his body bearing several deep wounds, the deepest of which ran from his chest down to his back.

His eyes were still open, his hand gripping the sword tightly, the last trace of sword intent still lingering on the blade.

Jiang Yan recalled what he looked like when he first entered the city.

He solemnly told himself, "For us cultivators, this little injury is nothing."

Not far away were the corpses of his three disciples.

Jiang Yan squatted down and reached out to close Su Henian's eyes.

Keep going.

At the foot of the city wall, a young human female cultivator leaned against a pile of rubble, holding a bamboo flute broken in two in her arms.

He looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and his cultivation level is at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Jiang Yan remembers her.

She arrived on the first day of recruitment, standing in the long queue. She was petite and wore a blue robe.

As I passed by, I overheard her whispering to her companion, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"I ran away from my family secretly. Don't tell my father. I'll scare him when I go back after the war."

Jiang Yan stood there, looking down at the broken flute.

The wind blew through the gap in the city wall, making a mournful sound.

Further on, several demon corpses lay together.

There was a argali sheep demon who was a veteran of the No. 3 outpost back then. He fought alongside him all the way from the northern border to Zhenguo Pass.

His horn was broken off, and he was still clutching a tattered Jiang-character flag in his hand. He used his last bit of strength to shove the flagpole into the ground.

The flag was torn in several places by the aftershocks of spiritual energy, but the character "Jiang" was still clearly visible.

A passing morgue team recognized Jiang Yan, stopped what they were doing, and silently made way for her.

No one speaks.

Jiang Yan bent down and personally began to collect the corpses of the cultivators who had protected Chang'an.

The monks in the corpse-collecting team watched this scene from a distance, no one spoke, they just silently continued to move the corpses.

After a brief moment of triumphant celebration, the people in the city fell silent upon seeing the corpses lying below the city walls.

Immediately, they spontaneously poured out of the city gates and silently joined the ranks of those collecting the corpses.

An old woman took the young nun's flute out, wiped the bloodstains off it with her sleeve, and gently placed it on her chest.

Several older veterans carried the argali sheep demon onto a stretcher.

"He had been saving spirit stones for a long time, intending to make the best silver bracelet for his wife."

"Did you get a shot later?"

"No, he hasn't saved enough money for that silver bracelet, so he hasn't been able to cash it in," the soldier said softly.

……

One day later, everything was rectified.

A huge stone tablet stands on one side of the gate of Chang'an City, nearly ten zhang high, and is completely black.

The monument is covered with names.

Each one of them was a soldier who sacrificed his life defending Chang'an.

There are no official ranks, no cultivation levels, only names.

Countless people spontaneously came to mourn in front of the stone tablet.

Tu Shan Jing stood on the city wall, watching this scene from afar.

"After this, his reputation will probably extend beyond the Ten Thousand Demon Realm." Cangwu appeared beside him at some point, his hands behind his back as he looked at the dark mass of people below the city.

"This battle will soon spread to the Haoran Domain, Shangqing Domain, Fantian Domain, and even further afield."

Lu Zhanshuang walked over carrying a heavy sword and grinned.

"This kid seems to be glowing to me."

Pei Xiao stepped forward and smiled as well.

"Even if the road ahead is difficult, it's worth it to have experienced this once. I admire him. What about you guys?"

The group exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

……

News of the victory in this war quickly spread throughout the Demon Realm.

It started as gossip in teahouses and taverns, and later became a hot topic of conversation among the independent cultivators.

Later, even those old monsters who didn't care about worldly affairs started talking about this human city that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

In the vast realm, at an academy on the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

A scholar in a blue robe slammed his hand on the table and stood up. The sharp "smack" startled his classmate who was dozing off, almost causing him to fall off his chair.

"A human city! In the Demon Realm! And they even repelled the allied forces of four demon dynasties! This is an incredible event!" The scholar waved the letter in his hand, spitting as he spoke with excitement.

"How can we, as scholars, sit idly by? I must go to Chang'an and see for myself!"

My classmate rubbed his eyes and yawned: "You've never even left the next town."

Shangqing Domain, Lingxu Sword Sect.

Several elders were sitting in the hall discussing matters, but their topic was not internal sect affairs.

One man stroked his beard and shook his head: "What Wen Chaosheng, a man of extraordinary talent, couldn't accomplish back then, this man actually did."

Another elder chimed in, "I heard they're short-handed over there. The news reached the sect within days, and several groups of disciples have already secretly gone down the mountain."

The elder who had spoken earlier paused for a moment: "These little brats."

After a moment of silence, he added, "That's good, it's good to go out and see the world."

In the Brahma Realm, in a certain ancient temple.

Several ascetic monks were sweeping the floor. A fallen leaf was gently gathered up by the broom and then drifted away with the wind.

The old monk at the head of the group looked in the direction Ye Zifei had flown and suddenly said, "Over in the Demon Realm, there is a human city that has been established."

Another monk stopped sweeping and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Excellent. If we can help one more person, it will also be a meritorious deed."

The news spread far and wide.

The human race has established its own territory in the heart of the demon realm.

This news came like a thunderbolt, shattering many people's perceptions.

Some say that the swordsmanship of the Lord of Chang'an was unparalleled, reaching a state of perfection; others say that his true cultivation had reached the Mahayana stage; still others vividly describe the scene of him defending the city, as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

These rumors became increasingly outrageous and widespread, leaving a lasting impression of Jiang Yan's name on the minds of more and more people.

At this moment, at the gate of Chang'an City.

A figure stood before the monument to the fallen heroes, wearing a veil that revealed only her eyes.

A faint golden light flickered deep within his pupils.

Several patrolling soldiers passed by and, upon seeing her, involuntarily slowed their pace.

Although the woman's face was obscured by a veil, her demeanor revealed her to be no ordinary person.

Moreover, the aura that unintentionally emanated from him made the veterans instinctively tense their backs.

No one dared to approach and speak to them.

She ignored those stares.

Standing before the monument to the fallen heroes, I looked up at the densely packed names, my gaze slowly sweeping over each line of inscriptions.

After reading it, she reached out and pulled her veil up, then walked into the city.