Three months was neither long nor short, yet it was enough to change many things.
On the day the decree officially dissolving the Spirit Hall Empire was delivered across the continent, the Spirit Hall Empire flags that had once flown over every major city were taken down one by one and replaced with the royal banners of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.
Spirit Hall's influence withdrew from the public stage of history. The once-massive imperial machine collapsed with a roar, becoming rubble scattered across the ground. The war was over. Refugees returned home, shops reopened, and laughter and conversation once more filled the taverns.
It seemed as though everything was moving toward prosperity.
Until this day.
Rumble— A deafening boom suddenly tore through the heavens!
A massive rift split open in the sky, darkness pouring from it like ink. Dark-purple lightning roiled and roared within the clouds, while the earth seemed gripped by an invisible giant hand, trembling violently. A figure slowly stepped out from the rift and onto the void.
Her red hair whipped wildly in the fierce wind. Her remaining right arm held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and her entire body was shrouded in suffocating divine might.
Behind her, a savage Rakshasa phantom emerged, blotting out the sky and baring its fangs. Its dark-red eyes looked down upon Jialing Pass below like a god gazing upon ants.
"Those who submit to me shall prosper. Those who defy me shall die!"
Her icy voice spread for a thousand li in every direction. Every word carried god-level pressure, shaking the city walls and making the houses tremble.
The soldiers and citizens within the city all raised their heads. As they looked upon the terrifying figure of the Rakshasa God, fear spread through the crowd like a