The entire planet returned to its former peace.
Although Yi Feng had revived many people and uprooted the malignant tumor that was the Crimson Moon Supreme,
after so many years of war, every planet had long since been left scarred and devastated.
The aftershocks of war still lingered.
Buildings, facilities, and farmland of every kind had all been destroyed.
Many disaster-stricken humans had no fixed homes and not enough to eat.
Yet prolonged oppression had not driven everyone apart. Instead, it had taught them to support one another and strengthened their trust in those around them.
Humanity began helping one another, rebuilding their homes in an organized and planned manner.
From then on,
humanity entered an unprecedented era of unity.
Through day after day of construction and cultivation, people's lives gradually returned to order and flourished with each passing day.
Shadow Island.
Inside a newly built tower, within a vast conference room.
Yi Feng sat at the head of the table.
He looked gently at the people before him.
As always, Yun Yaoyao stood behind Yi Feng like a capable little secretary.
Lu Qingshan, Lu Dasheng, Qing Huanxiang, Ye Bei, and many others stood respectfully along both sides of the conference room.
Like soldiers awaiting inspection by their commander, they stood straight-backed, their eyes filled with reverence. None of them dared meet Yi Feng's gaze.
Before this,
they had never known what cultivation Yi Feng possessed or what his identity truly was.
Now, they finally knew.
But it was precisely because they knew Yi Feng's identity and cultivation
that, when they saw him again, they no longer treated him with the same casual ease as before.
In its place were reverence and humility toward Yi Feng.
This left Yi Feng somewhat unaccustomed to it.
He put on no airs, merely