Little Qing stared intently at the flag fluttering in the wind, where a figure captured her attention.

It was a female general, clad in azure battle armor, wielding dual Serpent Core Treasure Swords, her presence imposing and awe-inspiring.

For some reason, upon seeing her, Little Qing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and couldn’t take her eyes off the general’s every move, finding her actions graceful yet mysterious, as if they possessed a magical power.

Her small body involuntarily began to imitate those movements and soon, she felt a warm current surge through her limbs and spread throughout her body, a sensation she had never experienced before enveloping her heart.

At this moment, she finally understood what the monsters often discussed when they spoke of the practice of cultivation.

Due to the loss of inheritance, many monsters did not understand how to cultivate. They could only rely on their instincts to absorb the essence of the sun and moon. This method was not only inefficient but also progressed extremely slowly.

Only a fortunate few, by harnessing the power of their bloodline, could rediscover the ancestral techniques of cultivation. Of course, this depended on luck. If one were unlucky, they might only receive memories that were deeply etched but meaningless.

This was one of the reasons behind the Demon Clan’s gradual decline.

As her body continued to move, the warm current kept emerging, and Little Qing discovered her physical condition was becoming stronger at a visibly fast rate, her once scaly skin turning fair, transforming her completely.

Anyone seeing her now would find it hard to associate her with the dirty, pitiful scavenger she used to be.

Perhaps because this change was so apparent, Little Qing suddenly felt a sense of fear: the fear that comes with receiving something wonderful and the terror of losing it.

She feared that all this was just a beautiful dream, that upon awakening, she would once again be that helpless little monster, still having to wander through the ruins day after day, not knowing when she might starve to death on the roadside.

I could have endured darkness if I had never seen the light.

"Relax, this is not a dream. What you’ve inherited is the true legacy of the Demon Clan!"

Just as Little Qing was wavering between hope and fear, a warm voice rang in her ear, and turning around, she saw the majestic Feng Jiu bathed in light, appearing divine.

"Your Majesty!"

From that moment on, a new goal formed in Little Qing’s heart: to become the sword and shield of the person before her.

As if sensing the thoughts in Little Qing’s mind, Feng Jiu’s lips curved into a smile and she said, "Let’s go, we’ll build a homeland of our own."

On this day, the Three Realms stirred with excitement—it was the return of the Demon Emperor, officially announcing the rebuilding of the Demon Court. The Demon Clan of Luzhou in the North rejoiced immensely.

However, for the immortals of the Heavenly Court, this was extremely bad news. Since ancient times, the Demon Court had been in opposition to the Heavenly Court, one of the top forces of the Three Realms in the ancient era.

It was unfortunate that the Demon Emperor’s last efforts ended in failure, depleting the Demon Clan’s foundation, and from then on, the clan had never recovered, sinking into countless years of decline.

Even so, many in the Three Realms did not dare to underestimate the Demon Clan. The Heavenly Court even tried various means to weaken the Demon Clan’s strength, spreading rumors of cannibalism, and continuously oppressing monsters through enslavement and other tactics.

Their king’s return now signified that a new storm was on the horizon.

Who knew how many beings would be swept up in this vast turmoil, doomed to inescapable disaster.

However, after announcing the rebuilding of the Demon Court, Feng Jiu did not continue to take action but instead devoted all her energy to developing the Demon Clan, gathering Demon Kings, and restoring order.

It seemed that she was no longer fixated on past failures, even refraining from launching a direct attack on the Heavenly Court.

Many who were ready to watch the Heavenly Court’s drama were greatly disappointed, and they also realized that the newly returned Demon Emperor had become even more troublesome.

In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor listened quietly as the Divine Exorcist Great Saint reported on the Demon Court’s situation.

After a long while, the Jade Emperor sighed and said, "I didn’t expect her transformation to be so substantial, I always feel that someone is guiding her from behind."

He had thought that Feng Jiu would attack the Heavenly Court at the first opportunity. Who knew that the other party would remain passive, seemingly focused solely on the development of the Demon Clan? This made the countermeasures he had prepared fall through.

"Her return has indeed brought significant changes, and, judging by the situation, it seems she will keep her forces at bay for a while. The current state of the Demon Clan is indeed fragile and cannot withstand turmoil," the Divine Exorcist Great Sage said with a heavy sigh.

"In that case, let’s start planning. If we delay any longer, the Heavenly Court’s foundations will be undermined," the Jade Emperor resolved.

He had originally intended to exploit this weakness to lure the Demon Emperor into attacking, then deliver a heavy blow to the Demon Clan before striking at the Buddhist Sect. However, upon her return, Feng Jiu showed incredible patience and did not rush to the Heavenly Court for revenge.

Should the situation drag on, the terrifying expansion speed of the Buddhist Sect could cause the very foundations of the Heavenly Court to collapse completely.

Hearing this, the Divine Exorcist Great Saint smiled and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, everything is ready."

Luzhou in the North, Demon Capital.

The city, once a heap of ruins, was beginning to spring back to life. With the presence of Feng Jiu and others, the mountains of rubble were swiftly cleared, revealing the spacious ground beneath.

For the first time, monsters living there felt how spacious the city really was.

The Demon Capital used to be the capital of the former Demon Court. Even though it was ravaged by war, its heritage remained untouched, its territory outstripping any other city in Luzhou in the North.

With Lin Fang’s small world as the foundation, coupled with the years of wealth accumulated by the Northern Sea Dragon Palace and the supplies painstakingly amassed by the Green Flood Dragon, Feng Jiu and the others generously absorbed monsters that flocked from all directions upon hearing the news.

As the numbers grew, so did chaos.

To the likes of the Flood Dragon Demon King and others, charging into battles and engaging in fights was bearable, but managing such a large group was an arduous task.

Thus, they complained bitterly, one after another, pleading with Feng Jiu to let them go and train troops instead.

Little did they know that Feng Jiu also felt overwhelmed. This sort of trivial matter was not something she usually concerned herself with; formerly, it was the Demon Master, along with a few monsters, who managed these affairs. But most of these monsters had died in the many years of fleeing, and the Demon Clan’s deficient education system failed to cultivate much talent.

Domestic governance was like a desert, utterly incapable of coping with the current situation.

"Why hasn’t Lin Fang come yet?" Feng Jiu mused as she gazed into the distance.

Now Lin Fang had become Feng Jiu’s sole preoccupation, and she eagerly hoped that he would arrive soon to sort out this mess. She was not capable of managing domestic affairs, whereas Lin Fang seemed quite adept at it.

She had sent the message quite early, so why was there still no sign of him?

Once Lin Fang returned, she would definitely have to beat him up to make things right.