At this moment, the flag of Tianxuan fluttered in the sky above the island, its huge surface billowing in the gale, proclaiming Tianxuan's sovereignty.

The once-powerful Japan has become history after being ravaged by war.

Qin Qianluo, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, stood tall and straight on the city wall of the palace with her hands behind her back.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, rushed towards her like a ferocious beast, wantonly tousling her hair.

She gazed into the distance, and what came into view was a scene of desolation.

The ruins tell the story of the cruelty of war. Many buildings are reduced to twisted frames, and the lingering smoke of battle has not yet completely dissipated, casting a heavy shadow over this land.

In the distance, the sea was turbulent, with waves crashing against the rocks on the shore, creating a deafening sound, as if they too were sighing for the war.

Qin Qianluo's gaze swept across this war-torn land, and she pondered to herself.

This place is frequently hit by earthquakes, and the land beneath our feet seems to never be at peace. The frequent tremors make large-scale settlement extremely difficult.

However, with its vast sea area and complex terrain, winding coastline, numerous islands, and unpredictable currents, it is an excellent training ground for naval forces.

Training the navy here allows soldiers to become familiar with the ever-changing marine environment and, by virtue of the geographical advantages, enhances the navy's combat capabilities and safeguards Tianxuan's maritime borders.

Her gaze shifted downwards, and Qin Qianluo saw the former Japanese people on the street who had been imprinted with spiritual characteristics.

They either gathered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves with shifty eyes, or walked alone, hurrying along.

Although the spiritual imprint instilled in them awe and submission to Tianxuan, a complex and elusive emotion still lingered in their eyes.

It could be resentment, fear, or confusion.

Qin Qianlu felt a chill run down her spine; these people were of unknown origin and their intentions were unpredictable.

Under no circumstances should they be allowed to take the first step into the Heavenly Profound Realm, otherwise it could bring unpredictable hidden dangers.

However, the current battlefield cleanup work is complex and multifaceted, with a mountain of tasks urgently needing to be addressed.

Soldiers were busy clearing the rubble, and heavy stones were moved away little by little with their efforts; medical staff moved among the wounded, racing against time to provide treatment.

The allocation of supplies and the statistics of personnel were also urgent tasks, and the clerks were writing furiously to record various data.

Qin Qianlu felt that time was tight and her energy was limited, so she simply couldn't spare the time to carefully plan this matter.

She frowned slightly, her brows furrowed with helplessness. She decided to keep this matter to herself for the time being and make a decision after things calmed down.

Seven days later, the thick smoke of battle completely dissipated, and the sea breeze, carrying the unique scent of the ocean, gently caressed this land that had been ravaged by war.

The lingering shadow of war has been blown away, and everything has settled down.

The Tianxuan army selected its encampment location with remarkable efficiency on this newly incorporated territory.

In the camp, rows of tents were arranged neatly, resembling a dense forest made of gray tents.

At the camp entrance, the soldiers stood tall and straight, like pine and cypress trees, carefully checking the identity of everyone entering and leaving.

On the training ground, the soldiers shouted in unison, their movements were vigorous and powerful, and their battle cries soared into the sky.

In the logistics area, cooks were busy starting fires and preparing meals, with wisps of smoke rising and the aroma of food gradually spreading.

Under the influence of the spiritual imprint, the people of the former Japanese gradually emerged from the shadow of war.

At the market, stalls lined up one after another, their shelves overflowing with a dazzling array of goods, and the calls of vendors rose and fell once more.

Children laugh and chase each other in the streets and alleys, their innocent laughter bringing life and vitality to this land. They have already settled into a relatively peaceful life.

The royal palace, which once symbolized Japanese rule, has now been completely renovated.

The vermilion palace walls have been repainted, making them bright and eye-catching, and the glazed tiles shimmer with a dazzling golden light under the sunlight.

The palace gates are adorned with exquisite Tianxuan totems, signifying the new order in this land, which has now become the headquarters of the Tianxuan Navy.

The fluttering Tianxuan flag waved in the sea breeze, proclaiming sovereignty over this sea area.

At this moment, in the spacious and bright hall of the naval headquarters, sunlight streamed through the carved windows, casting golden beams of light, within which dust motes could be seen and hidden.

Qin Qianluo and Long Nanzhi were looking at each other, the atmosphere slightly tense and subtle.

Long Nanzhi's appearance was extremely dramatic. On the second day after the Tianxuan army stormed the palace, the soldiers on patrol discovered her in a hidden palace in the inner palace.

The palace was extremely dimly lit, the walls were covered with moss, and there was a pungent smell of rotting wood mixed with dampness.

As the soldiers cautiously entered, torches in hand, a figure trembled in a corner.

Upon first seeing it, the soldiers all gasped in shock, thinking they had encountered something evil.

Her icy blue eyes were as deep as the sea, radiating a mysterious glow in the torchlight, as if hiding endless secrets, drawing people in irresistibly.

The bump on his forehead has a unique shape, and the texture on its surface is like a mysterious totem. Under the interplay of light and shadow, it shimmers faintly, making it hard to look away at a glance.

The soldiers looked at each other, whispering about what to do.

"Is this...is this a human or a demon?" a soldier asked, his voice trembling with fear.

Another soldier gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes wary: "Whatever it is, control it first, to avoid any trouble."

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