soon.

A month has passed like sand between fingers, quietly and silently.

Ironclad City, a city devastated by war, has been struggling with all its might during this period, like a scarred but indomitable warrior, trying to stand up again from the ruins.

The outline of the city wall, with new found fortitude, once again stood tall and majestic, guarding everything within the city like a steel giant.

The once broken walls and ruins have been gradually cleared by diligent hands, and replaced by newly built bricks and tiles, which, with the fragrance of soil and sweat, have been piled up to form a new foundation of hope.

In the city, craftsmen can be seen everywhere working hard. The hammers and chisels in their hands strike one after another, making crisp and rhythmic sounds, which interweave with the shouts of the people working together, echoing over the city, composing a passionate and vibrant symphony of reconstruction.

The people also actively participated in the battle to rebuild their homes. Although their faces were tired and their clothes were covered with dust, there was an unyielding light of hope in their eyes.

They were either carrying heavy wood or cleaning up scattered ruins. Every movement was full of power and every look was full of expectation.

Children also began to become active in the cleared space. They ran and played carefree. Their bell-like laughter was like a clear spring, dispelling the shadow of war that shrouded the city and injecting a vigorous new force into this traumatized city.

Although looking around, one can still clearly capture the cruel traces left by the war. Some important buildings have not been completely repaired. Some corners of the streets still have dark red bloodstains that have not been thoroughly cleaned up. Occasionally, a faint smell of gunpowder floats in the air, silently reminding people of the tragic battle not long ago.

But all of this cannot conceal the gradually recovering vitality of Iron City.

The shop doors began to creak open again, and the long-lost hawking sounds once again echoed on the streets, one after another, full of the flavor of life.

People are hurrying, their steps are hurried, working hard for life, for reconstruction, and for the future.

Teahouses and taverns have become lively again. The steaming tea and the fragrant aroma of wine attract people to stop, relieve their fatigue and relax their bodies and minds.

People sat together, talking about life after the war, sharing their experiences, and looking forward to the better days in the future. Their voices were noisy, but full of desire for a new life.

Everything is getting better, little by little, moving in a hopeful direction.

However, everyone in Iron City knew that this was only a superficial prosperity. Hidden beneath the prosperity was the immeasurable losses suffered by Iron City.

There were countless casualties, and almost every family suffered the pain of losing a loved one. The economy also suffered an unprecedented blow and everything needed to be rebuilt. It would take an extremely long time and tremendous efforts from countless people to fully restore the prosperity and level before the war.

Jiang Yue saw all of this and felt it in his heart.

At this moment, after a month of rest and recuperation, his internal injuries had long since healed. Not only that, thanks to the nourishment of the elixir from the Immortal God Ruins and the tempering of life-and-death battles with demons, his strength has not only recovered to its peak state, but has also improved slightly, becoming more condensed and pure.

Every move he made seemed to contain explosive power. With just a slight thought, he could mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth and unleash a force as powerful as thunder.

He could clearly feel that he was stronger than ever before, but in his heart, he remained calm and alert, without the slightest pride or complacency.

He understood deeply that the threat of demons, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, had not been completely eliminated, and the crisis in Yunzhou had only been temporarily alleviated. More powerful enemies and more terrifying conspiracies might be brewing in secret, waiting for the right time to erupt again.

He cannot relax at all and must always stay vigilant and keep getting stronger so that he can protect everything he wants to protect and truly control his own destiny in this world where the strong prey on the weak.

The reconstruction of Iron City is now on track and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. There is little point in him staying here any longer.

He has more important things to do, a wider world to explore, and more powerful forces to pursue. His stage is by no means limited to an iron city.

It’s time to leave.

Jiang Yue took a deep breath, feeling the air in Tieyi City mixed with the smell of dirt, sweat, and a faint smell of gunpowder, and silently bid farewell to this city that was reborn from the ashes.

He slowly turned around and resolutely walked down the remaining city wall. His figure gradually blended into the bustling crowd and finally disappeared at the end of the Iron City street, like a drop of water merging into the sea, silently.

He knew that there were even more severe challenges and more dangerous crises waiting for him ahead, but he was fearless. His eyes were as firm as iron and his steps were as steady as a mountain. He moved forward without hesitation towards the distance and the unknown future. His journey had just begun.

Time flies and years pass silently.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed, quietly slipping through the fingertips, like a breeze blowing across the hills, without leaving any trace, but leaving a deep mark on the war-torn land of Tieyi City.

During this period, day and night alternated, the sun shone and disappeared, the rain fell and evaporated, nature breathed in and out with its unique rhythm, nourishing the land, and Iron City slowly woke up in this natural breath, gradually fading the gray tones of war and began to repaint a vibrant picture.

Between the broken walls, new bricks and new wood give off a fresh scent mixed with wood and soil, replacing the pungent smell of scorched earth and gunpowder, adding a touch of vivid color to the city.

The clarion call for reconstruction is sounded day and night. The craftsmen are busy shuttling around in every corner of the city like industrious bees. They wave their tools, hammers strike, wood collides, rammed earth vibrates, and all kinds of sounds interweave together to form a majestic and powerful piece of reconstruction music.

Sometimes it is passionate and high-pitched, like a war drum charging into battle, sometimes it is low and gentle, like a trickling stream, sometimes it is sonorous and powerful, like the collision of steel, and sometimes it is full of hope, like a new bud breaking through the ground.

The loud shouts rose one after another, accompanied by the heavy wood being lifted by everyone’s joint efforts. The powerful shouts dispelled fatigue, inspired people’s hearts, and made people feel the power of unity and the light of hope in their hard work.

People also spontaneously joined the reconstruction team. They might be ragged and their faces might be covered with dust, but there was a light of perseverance in their eyes, which was the love for their homeland, the expectation for the future and the desire for life.

They carried rubble and cleaned up broken walls. With their rough and calloused hands, they smoothed out the scars left by the war bit by bit. Their sweat soaked their clothes, but it watered the seeds of hope, giving birth to new vitality on the ruins.

Children also began to become active in the rebuilt city. They no longer hid in the shadows and shivered like they did during the war. Instead, they ran on the empty streets that were gradually cleared, chasing the flying dust, laughing and playing. Their silvery bell-like laughter, like the sunshine, dispelled the haze that shrouded the city and injected long-lost vitality and vigor into the Iron City.

Although the scars of the city are still clearly visible, the broken city walls and unrepaired houses are still silently telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of the war. In some dark corners of the streets, there are still traces of blood that have not been completely cleaned up. The dried dark red color looks shocking in the sun. Occasionally, a faint smell of gunpowder floats in the air. That is the residual breath of war, lingering like a silent ghost, constantly reminding people that peace is hard-won.

But overall, Iron City has broken free from the shackles of ruins and regained its vitality, like a patient who has just recovered from a serious injury and is starting to take his first steps and strive to recover his health.

The wooden boards of the shops creaked and slowly opened, and the long-lost hawking sounds echoed in the streets again, “Freshly baked buns, hot!”, “Fine cloth, don’t miss it if you pass by!”, “Sir, come in and have a cup of tea and take a rest!” All kinds of voices intertwined together, filled with the breath of fireworks.

The sound of bargaining also sounded again, full of the breath of life, “Boss, how much is this cloth?”, “Sir, just give me a price and I’ll sell it to you if it’s suitable!” It’s full of human touch.

The sound of hurried footsteps once again sounded on the cobblestone road. People were busy making a living, working hard to rebuild their homes, and striving for a better tomorrow.

Teahouses and taverns also removed their heavy doors and reopened to welcome customers. Steaming hot tea and the aroma of mellow wine wafted out from the open doors, attracting tired people to stop and walk into the shops to relieve their fatigue and relax.

Laughter, noise, shouting, all kinds of sounds once again filled every corner of the city, bringing the long-lost bustle and bustle to Tieyi City.

People sat around tea tables and wine tables, talking about post-war reconstruction, exchanging their experiences in the war, and looking forward to their future lives, hoping that the days would get better day by day. Their voices were noisy, but full of desire and hope for a new life.

Everything is slowly but surely recovering, just like spring returning to the earth, everything is reviving, and Iron City is moving forward bit by bit, towards a hopeful direction, with difficulty and determination. But the people of Iron City know in their hearts that this seemingly prosperous scene is just a fragile illusion carefully built on the ruins, like a mirage, beautiful but illusory.

The trauma of war, like the chill that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, is difficult to completely dissipate in a short period of time. In order to win this war, Iron City paid an extremely painful price. Countless families were broken, countless lives were lost, and the economy also suffered a devastating blow. It can be said that Iron City is in ruins and riddled with holes.

To completely heal the scars left by the war and restore Iron City to its pre-war prosperity, or even surpass it, will require an extremely long time, unimaginable effort, and more importantly, a powerful force that can truly withstand the next crisis.

Witnessing the Iron City struggling to revive from the ruins and feeling the vitality and vigor gradually gathering in the city, Jiang Yue, standing on the ruined city wall, had a calm and deep look in his eyes, like an ancient well, without a ripple.

The injuries in his body had already been completely healed within this month under the incredibly powerful medicinal effect of the Xianshenxu elixir. Not only that, the powerful medicinal effect of the Xianshenxu elixir not only repaired his body, but also cleansed his meridians, nourished his soul, and allowed his body and soul to be sublimated and transformed.

Spiritual power roared and surged in his body like a roaring river, surging and boundless. Every move he made contained terrifying power that could destroy the world.

After a life-and-death battle with demons and the tempering of the spiritual energy of the Immortal God Ruins, his strength not only recovered to its peak state, but also improved subtly, becoming more powerful, more condensed, and more pure, like fine steel, with a restrained edge but even more indestructible.

He could clearly feel that he was stronger than ever before, strong enough to cope with any challenge, but in his heart, he remained calm and alert, without the slightest pride or complacency, only with firmer determination and a stronger sense of responsibility.

Maybe it’s time to leave here.

Jiang Yue took a deep breath.

in the air.

The smell of earth.

The fragrance of grass and trees.

The fireworks of human beings.

mixed together.

It forms a complex and realistic picture.

His last time.

Look around this city struggling to survive in the war.

The scene of the Iron City.

It is deeply imprinted in my mind.

then.

He turned around resolutely.

Take firm steps.

Walk towards the city wall.

His figure.

Blended into the bustling crowd.

Gradually disappeared in the crowd.

finally.

Completely disappeared at the end of the criss-crossing streets of Tieyi City.

No goodbye.

No nostalgia.

Only determination.

he knows.

What awaits him ahead.

It will be a more severe challenge.

A more brutal battle.

But he was fearless.

His gaze.

As bright as a cold star.

His pace.

Solid as a rock.

He will carry the faith of protection.

Towards the distance.

Move forward without hesitation.

For Yunzhou.

For the human race.

For the ideal in his heart. (End of this chapter)