My sister is Luna

The monsters' sudden defeat and disappearance stunned everyone. The once ferocious monsters instantly turned into a pool of thick blood, forming a shallow bloodstain. It was unclear whether the blood flowing at their feet belonged to the warriors or the monsters.

The gloomy weather began to clear, and the sun, carrying white clouds, descended slowly and sacredly, its rays piercing through the dark clouds and shining upon the earth.

Everything before them told them one fact—

"Yay! We won!"

The soldiers cheered, some raising their weapons and waving flags, some embracing each other, and some with tears in their eyes.

"We won!"

Not only on the front lines, but also in the rear, people were cheering for victory.

They basked in the warm sunshine, celebrating their survival, and felt a sense of renewal, a kind of rebirth. The people of Xuanyong were filled with confidence, believing that the future would be even better. This idea was quietly planted in everyone's mind.

From above, Ying Zheng could vaguely see an invisible aura rising throughout Xuan Yong, brimming with vitality.

Xuanyong will surely rise!

After this war, Ying Zheng was resolute.

"Boom!"

The drummer, drenched in sweat, used his last hammer strike.

"Woo-"

The trumpeter's face turned red, and his chest heaved.

This resounding drumbeat and bugle call drew the curtain on the war, bringing it to a close.

"We won." Meng Tian let out a heavy sigh of relief, but quickly regained his spirits; now was not the time to rest.

"All troops, line up and clean up the battlefield!" Meng Tian shouted.

"Yes, sir!" came the clear voices, and the army became disciplined again.

The leaders of each unit began to divide the work and clean up the battlefield.

These monsters left nothing behind; the sun will evaporate their blood, but the fallen warriors need to go home to rest.

Everything became orderly and got back on track.

The Xuanyong that has survived the calamity will be even stronger.

……

“Teacher Cain…” Yao said blankly. Too many lives had been lost before his eyes, and even his respected and powerful teacher had fallen into the [Gate] and his fate was unknown. This was another blow to him.

He deeply understood the meaning of the phrase "cruel war." On the battlefield, no one could guarantee that they wouldn't be the next to die.

But he quickly rallied, and it was because of the pioneering efforts of these people that he was determined to move forward, to move forward steadfastly.

I will become stronger, and act and sacrifice for my own sense of "justice".

Yao had made up his mind. He took a deep breath, exhaled all the worries and anxieties in his heart, and regained his spirits. He was going back to the rear to help.

Yao's back became upright, his steps firm, without any confusion; sometimes growth happens in an instant.

On the battlefield, looking at the marks on the ground where the "door" had been closed, Bian Que muttered to himself with a strange expression:

"What a pity, at least the body was preserved; I wanted to study it," Bian Que muttered.

"Forget it, creatures that don't belong here basically don't survive once they enter the [Gate], their remains might not even exist. That monster won't let you live either. You sacrificed yourself for your country, played a crucial role in this war, and you can be considered a great hero, remembered and passed down by the world. Your life has not been in vain..."

"Wait a minute, you seem to be from Heluo, right? A foreigner dying in another country, tsk tsk tsk... a diplomatic storm is coming." Bian Que suddenly remembered something and said with a sigh, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

However, what kind of person could achieve such a level? His temperament and the wisdom hidden in his deep, bright eyes made him seem not to belong to any particular country, but to the entire world, as if he belonged to the whole world.

Bian Que looked at the marks and thought to himself that he rarely made a point of remembering someone, but Cain was one of them.

……

"As agreed, you are free. The borrowed power is returned to you." Ying Zheng returned to his original appearance and looked at the black bird.

"You've worked hard to protect us for a thousand years. Xuan Yong is now strong enough and no longer needs your protection, Ancestor."

"You..." Xuan Niao Nuhua was clearly taken aback. In her long life, Ying Zheng was the first person to possess such great power yet be able to abandon it without any regret.

Ying Zheng understood very well what Xuan Yong needed: not the strength of one person, but a united heart to move towards a new world. The old things would only hinder its progress.

Looking down at the crowd below, and at Xuan Yong, which she had protected for two thousand years, Nü Hua had come all the way here with the relentless passage of time, and here she finally came to an end.

Freedom—what a distant word.

Nühua thought she would always open her arms to protect Xuanyong, but she never expected that the "child" would unlock her shackles.

She saw the extraordinary qualities in the person before her.

He was a benevolent and virtuous king, with a strong and just heart, and was loved and respected by all the people.

Now that Xuan Yong is in his hands, you can rest assured about the great cause.

The woman thought to herself with emotion.

"Screech..." The black bird let out a loud cry, glanced at Ying Zheng one last time, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

"The sky is your true home. Just remember to come back and visit your children often," Ying Zheng said softly. He turned and left, as if bidding farewell to an era.

The black bird, with its beautiful form, soars through the sky. At this moment, it is free, flying over tall buildings, over mountains, and over the sea...

There is a beautiful bird in the sky.

"Look, that's a black bird! Auspicious omens from heaven! May heaven bless our Xuanyong!"

The people of Xuanyong raised their heads, looked at the sky, and cheered with joy.

The legendary divine bird descended, and people offered their heartfelt blessings with piety.

……

This war caused Xuan Yong great losses, with many sacrificing their lives for the country. However, it also laid the foundation for Xuan Yong's rise, demonstrating its strength and placing it among the top nations.

To commemorate the fallen heroes, Ying Zheng held a solemn ceremony, erected a monument to the heroes, and the people paid their respects. Even Cain, a foreigner, was among those honored. His spirit of fighting for the people earned him their respect.

Having gone through this war, Xuan Yong seemed to have unlocked his full potential, and everything fell into place naturally. Various policies were actively implemented, and development proceeded swiftly and efficiently. The conflicts among the vampires also began to subside, and people began to accept the abandoned vampires.

With the opening of trade routes, large-scale construction and infrastructure projects, the recruitment of talented individuals, and cooperation with various countries, China was striving to catch up with the Tang Dynasty.

Ying Zheng worked hard every day, and the documents he reviewed piled up like mountains. Although he inevitably felt tired, he was full of energy and paid attention to every aspect. He personally reviewed everything without any carelessness. Seeing that Xuan Yong was getting better and better, he put in even more effort.

In his hands, the laws of Xuanyong were like light, dispelling darkness as soon as they appeared, bringing clarity to the entire Xuanyong court. No one dared to violate the law, because Ying Zheng, like a god, weighed heavily on the hearts of those corrupt officials, making them terrified.

……