The smoke of war that had filled the skies of the Klan Empire finally dispersed completely.
The land, baptized in the flames of God-level warfare, gradually shed its blood-red gloom. The scattered ruins were cleared away one by one, and shattered cities were slowly repaired and rebuilt. The vast nation, which had endured catastrophe and upheaval, finally cast off the scars of war and returned to its long-lost stability and peace.
Every demonic enemy who had invaded the Klan Empire was executed, with not a single survivor remaining. The vast territory was free of threats from beyond the plane.
On a high terrace in the imperial city, Shiheng stood tall, his black robes fluttering gently in the wind.
He lowered his gaze over the entire rejuvenated imperial city below. Its streets were orderly and bustling with people. The citizens who had survived the calamity lived and worked in peace, and everyday life flourished once more.
As he watched peace return to this land, a rare trace of gratification quietly crossed his cold, somber eyes.
Shi Hao had long since undergone a complete transformation. He was no longer the boy he had been.
Through that blood-soaked battle in desperate straits, in which he defied the heavens and attained godhood, he had fully inherited the Human Race's rightful succession and received the blessing of its complete, vast, and boundless fortune.
Both his flesh and his divine soul had transformed, and he had forged terrifying combat strength comparable to that gained by refining a complete High Godhead.
With his current strength, he was more than capable of holding the Klan Imperial Capital. He could firmly safeguard this land and protect its hundreds of millions of Human Race subjects in everlasting peace.
With that, the Klan Empire faced no further crisis, and Shiheng no