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

Stepping out of the forbidden room, Jiang Yan looked up and saw Cang Yao sitting on a stone bench, resting her chin on her hand and smiling at him, her peach blossom eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Congratulations, my husband, on your successful breakthrough."

I walked over and sat down next to her.

Cang Yao naturally moved closer to him, her shoulder touching his arm.

Jiang Yan reached out and ruffled her hair: "You've had a tough time these past few days."

Cang Yao shook her head and buried her face in his shoulder, nuzzling against him.

Then he looked up and started rambling on, saying that Jian Li had been practicing hard lately, but always sneaked food from the kitchen's osmanthus cakes.

She said that she had counted the number of cultivators who had come to Chang'an from three days before she left the pass until now. Among them were several sword cultivators from the Shangqing Domain.

When she spoke, her peach blossom eyes sparkled, and her tone was light and cheerful, like a chirping sparrow.

Each of these things was so trivial that it couldn't be more trivial, but she just wanted to tell him about them.

It was as if he wanted to pour out all the words he had accumulated over the past eight hundred years, one by one, to him.

Jiang Yan listened with a smile on her lips.

He waited until she finished speaking before speaking, "My wife."

"Um?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call out."

Cang Yao blushed slightly.

She reached out to punch him, but the force was so light it felt like brushing off dust, and then she buried her face back in his shoulder.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yan sat in the main hall reviewing official documents.

He wasn't just thinking about the immediate situation.

He pulled out his Myriad Realms Heavenly Book quest panel.

Task Two: Establish a long-term, self-sufficient territory for over a million humans in the Demon Realm.

After the last expansion, Chang'an can now accommodate a million people. But simply accommodating them is not enough. Self-sufficiency means that there must be farmland, water sources, mineral veins, and trade routes around it. This means that the city is not just a city, but a complete territory.

He thought further ahead.

There are many children like Jiang Shouzhuo, hidden in the wilderness, mines, and cellars of the Demon Realm.

Jiang Yan thought to herself, since I've come into this world, I should at least seek a clear understanding of my thoughts. I'll save as many people as I can.

Of course, I also have my own selfish reasons; the more famous I am, the faster my cultivation will be.

The Haoran Qi Cultivation Technique is a recipe for success; there's nothing shameful about it.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yan spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and began to write.

The first decree states: All human citizens who come to surrender may be registered as official citizens of Chang'an City. Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and above may also enter the city as official citizens, enjoying equal rights and bearing equal obligations, provided they pass the review and are not considered heinous criminals.

The second order was to continue expanding Chang'an City, dividing the city's defenses into three layers: an outer wall to serve as the outer city's garrison defense line, a central city to house the main military camps, and the inner city wall to house the people's residences and the central government offices.

With the issuance of the two orders, the Demon Realm was thrown into turmoil.

Many human families who have been operating in the Demon Realm for generations also began to discuss matters behind closed doors overnight.

Some advocated for an immediate migration of the entire clan, while others suggested waiting and seeing, since although the four-nation coalition had been defeated, no one could guarantee when the next offensive would arrive.

The majority of people are taking a wait-and-see approach.

Those who actually moved their entire families to Chang'an were actually people who had nothing left to lose: small households on the frontier, independent cultivators, and refugees fleeing famine.

Many others are human races who chose to leave after accumulating a certain level of cultivation within demon clans.

These messages also reached the courts of some demon dynasties, triggering a far greater level of vigilance than in the previous war.

They realized that Chang'an City, this thorn in the side of humanity, was attracting uncontrollable factors from the entire Demon Realm to it, and once this force was completely stabilized, it would be the beginning of a reshuffling of the entire Demon Realm's landscape.

The monarchs of several dynasties began to secretly send envoys to communicate with each other.

Meanwhile, on the city wall of Chang'an, Jiang Yan watched the craftsmen and cultivators busily working on the newly expanded city wall outside the city, which was extending outwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In every corner of this city, countless people are working towards the same goal.

He withdrew his gaze and walked back to the city lord's mansion.

……

Meanwhile, in the capital of Tushan.

Deep within the forbidden area, a vast demonic power was silently gathering.

Tu Shanlie sat cross-legged in the center of the palace, his nine illusory fox tails slowly unfurling around him.

Deep within the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox lies a power that does not belong to him. Before ascending or perishing, the ancestors of the Celestial Fox condensed their remaining life cultivation into an "ancestral spirit".

Each celestial fox can only use its ancestral spirit once in its lifetime. After using it, its cultivation will increase by a major realm in a short period of time, but the price is that its foundation will be destroyed and its cultivation will be completely ruined after its cultivation declines.

This was originally a backup plan he left for himself.

But at this moment, there is no need to hesitate.

His spies outside sent back news that Jiang Yan had repelled the four-nation coalition in Chang'an and built a city for the human race in the Ten Thousand Demon Realm.

If a human can do this, how can the monarch of the Tushan Dynasty sit idly by and wait for death in this forbidden area?

Not only for herself, but also for Ruoshui, so that at least she would have enough confidence in the future to stand upright beside that boy.

The nine phantom fox tails suddenly converged and merged into his body.

All the restrictions within the forbidden area were broken down at the same moment by a powerful demonic force.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and the debris from the barrier transformed into a sky full of flowing light.

Tu Shanlie stepped out into the air.

Nine illusory celestial foxes enveloped its body, their tails trailing golden streaks that stretched across the night sky.

Middle Mahayana Buddhism.

Golden light shone brightly above the palace.

The guards looked up at the figure; some knelt down, while others turned and ran.

Tu Shanyao stood at the entrance of the main hall, gazing at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, gripping the armrest of the throne tightly until his knuckles turned white.

The Tu Shan National Preceptor stepped out from the void, blocking Tu Shan Lie's path, and simultaneously unleashed the aura of the Mahayana stage.

The two oppressive forces collided above the palace, tearing the clouds apart.

Without wasting words, Tu Shanlie unleashed nine illusory celestial foxes simultaneously towards the Grand Preceptor. The enormous phantoms' claws shattered the void, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.

The two collided, and a ring of air blasted out of the clouds, spreading outwards from the palace and causing the windows of the entire capital to vibrate and hum.

At that moment, Tu Shan Yingxue drew her sword, which had not been drawn for a long time.

She stepped forward to block the entrance to the forbidden area, unleashing three sword energies with a single sweep, forcing back several imperial guards who rushed forward. The sword pressed against the ground, creating more than a dozen fine cracks.

The sword cultivator at the Refinement Realm, having been dormant for many years, now fully revealed his cultivation, his sword light crisscrossing like frost and snow covering the ground.

"I am here." Her sword pointed at the guards who had watched over them for so long. "Those who come forward will not be spared."

The imperial guards looked at each other, none of them daring to take another step forward.