In total, the number of people killed in the three purges amounted to tens of thousands, effectively eradicating all of the old powers, including the remnants of the Great Han forces. It was almost impossible to find even half a person with dissenting intent. With the terrifying male and female Saint Envoys backing her, Sisi's aspiration for dictatorship was as easy as child's play.

"Through these upheavals, I've come to realize..." Sisi gently turned and propped her head on her hand, which was resting on the arm of the chair, and said indifferently, "I once wished to establish a nation modeled after the Central Plains' system, but due to the significant cultural differences among us, it resulted in a half-baked attempt. Effective immediately, we will completely overhaul the system; there will no longer be a Spirit Clan Holy Daughter, nor tribal chiefs, only a vassal king of the Great Han in Dali. We will adopt the structural systems of the Han, establish three commissioners, set up six ministries, organize the various armies, and not distinguish between Spirit and Han."

Someone was stunned, "Dali?"

Sisi gave a charming smile, but there was no humor in her eyes, "Miao Region's Dali City is already in our hands, didn't you know?"

The crowd was taken aback, as most of them truly were unaware of this. How did they manage to quell internal rebellion to such an extent, and even occupy Dali in the Miao Region, while also pursuing Yao?

Sisi said indifferently, "Effective immediately, the entire Spirit Clan will move into the Miao Region, transforming these tens of thousands of miles in the Southwest into my domain!"

This was the first time Sisi referred to herself in such a singular manner, and she felt a bit embarrassed as she said it, but none of the listeners dared to feel awkward.

In such chaotic times, it was necessary to consolidate the strongest fist to carve out a place in this world. The suitability of nation-state centralization far exceeded the previous tribal governance in such circumstances; it was the inevitable direction of the times. Otherwise, what was the purpose of the Holy Daughter's bloodbaths? Was it not all for this day?

Nobody knew that, in Sisi's mind, she was only thinking about how this would gradually draw people away from the Secret Realm to avoid being caught unprepared when the True Ancestor God revived.

It was also the only way she could help Zhao Changhe, who was currently overwhelmed with difficulties, to become his most reliable blade.

Sisi opened up a list and began assigning official positions, and as she read on, her thoughts began to drift, wondering what Zhao Changhe was doing at the moment. Would learning his master's Wind Control technique be beneficial for his Breakthrough?

"Snow Eagle's Residual Shadow Technique isn't about the wind—it's a visual deception created by his extremely fast speed." Zhao Changhe had returned to the cemetery, where the sense of cultivation was most profound: "I couldn't steal the core of his Residual Shadow Technique, the method where multiple clones can attack. But by integrating Wind Control, we could develop a different branch..."

Yue Hongling watched as Zhao Changhe vanished without a trace, as if the Thief Saint himself had used the technique.

It wasn't invisibility; his speed was simply too fast to track.

"Clang!" The longsword was unsheathed, pointing askew behind her.

Zhao Changhe's actual body had already reached behind Yue Hongling, sneakily trying to tug at her waistband.

At the touch of the longsword, Zhao Changhe immediately leaped back like a frog, dodging the thrust, "You actually discovered my movement?"

Yue Hongling's face was expressionless, "We learned it together; just because you're quicker doesn't mean I didn't master it."

Following her words, Yue Hongling transformed into a trail of residual images. Surrounded by afterimages, her red dress created an illusion of a red sunset all around when glanced at quickly.

On closer inspection, each Yue Hongling's afterimage was capable of making different, vaguely insulting faces.

But if you mistook the front of the residual images for her actual position, you'd be deceived. The greatest trick of these afterimages was to draw your attention there. Zhao Changhe suddenly reached behind and accurately grasped Yue Hongling's hand, which was quietly attempting to unbuckle his belt, and embraced her in his arms.

Both had tried to undo each other's waistband and both had failed, announcing that their body technique practice had turned into a playful sparring.

Yue Hongling pursed her lips and suddenly laughed.

Everyone learns the same technique, but in the end, they diverge into different branches, suited to their personal insights—this is what Ye Wuzong meant by "grasping the essence."

Yue Hongling said with a laugh, "My original body method was too direct and thus easy to break. Now, this is indeed a substantial enhancement, which could be named the Residual Sunset Body Method. And you, what's this, a stealth method?"

Zhao Changhe replied, "I'm not interested in the name. Even my fist technique still doesn't have a proper name, sometimes I think Xia's casual approach of naming it 'My Fist' isn't bad, although it's a bit cringeworthy."

Yue Hongling laughed, "Because you and he both lack the desire to pass it on. If you wanted to pass it on, you'd naturally think of a name. Since you aspire to reach Star River, you might as well choose a name in that vein."

Zhao Changhe replied, "Then I'll call it Star Flash."

As he spoke, he disappeared on the spot and reappeared just as suddenly, like a twinkling star. Yue Hongling found it amusing and laughed, "But haven't you learned Wind Control for flying?"

Zhao Changhe held her hand, "Shall we try it?"

The two exchanged smiles and rose into the air together.

Flight was something Zhao Changhe had already tried, awkwardly and embarrassingly dragging Wuzhui along with him; the speed was poor and it was quite clumsy. But this time, hand in hand, they soared like Cloud Soaring, virtually commanding the wind, like immortals ascending.

At this moment, the Spirit Clan's artificial sun was at its zenith.

The two treaded upon clouds, nearing the canopy of the sky, as Zhao Changhe reached out his other hand to touch the sky, pondering for a moment.

Yue Hongling did not disturb him, quietly holding his hand as they drifted in the air.

Following the trajectory of the artificial sun, they slowly moved towards the western sunset, until their Qi was exhausted and they gently descended to the ground, just as the sun reached the westernmost point.

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