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"My lord, look, not only on this island, but it’s likely many of the native islanders can’t get along well with the Central Plains people, right?"

Tian Heng looked at the other person, didn’t say much, and gestured for them to continue.

This was indeed a problem. On the Outer Sea Islands, especially those farther away, there were quite a few remaining indigenous inhabitants, most of whom looked very different from the Central Plains people and had many conflicting cultural customs.

Moreover, these places were originally their homelands, but now the Central Plains People had become the mainstream, stirring up increasing conflicts day by day.

If they followed their previous approach when they conquered the Outer Islands in the Eastern Sea, they wouldn’t have to think twice, just kill them all!

Those island natives have always been useless, crude, uneducable, with some even having cannibalistic customs, hardly any different from demons.

Just like this time, he led the Western Sea Army to painstakingly clear out the living dead, so that they could crawl out from their dark caves, no longer having to pluck wild grass and eat raw fish every day.

At least this was a matter of sustaining life, right?

Helping them develop their land, rebuilding houses, ensuring they had enough food and warm clothing—that should count as a grace of rebirth, no?

And how did they repay that?

Weren’t they just a bunch of ingrates?

But the problem was... these people... you couldn’t just kill them!

His Majesty’s technique for deification brought many advantages, but also had significant limitations.

Once an area was occupied, all its people were considered subjects of the divine realm, and indiscriminate slaughter of these subjects would greatly impact the fortune and virtue of the deity himself.

Don’t be mistaken by his resolute action earlier. It was to curb the other party’s arrogance, otherwise, if things deteriorated to the point where mass killings were needed, the price would be much greater...

Sure enough, seeing Tian Heng hesitate, the white man named David immediately smiled and said, "Rather than continuing to awkwardly force together in disharmony, wouldn’t it be better to completely separate?

I remember in history, your Central Plains did the same, right?

Whether conquering the Southern Barbarians or Japan, you let the locals govern themselves—Barbarians managing Barbarians, islanders governing islands, right? "

"Your way of speaking in the Central Plains tongue is a bit awkward..." Tian Heng looked at him with amusement: "But... there is some merit to that."

"Does my lord also think so?" David immediately smiled ingratiatingly.

Tian Heng, watching him, was silently weighing the pros and cons. To be honest, he could see right through the other’s calculations, but... there was some logic to it.

Rather than sticking together reluctantly, it might be better to divide and rule. These fellows wanted to establish their own foundations, and indeed, they had a strategy...

"All right!" Tian Heng suddenly spoke up: "I will ask His Majesty on your behalf and give it a try. Whether it succeeds or not depends on His Majesty’s opinion."

"Thank you, my lord!" David quickly imitated the Central Plains ritual of respect.

He was excited in his heart, considering his accomplishments great.

By finding their own majority ethnic group on this side and achieving complete autonomous governance, even securing control over the cycle of reincarnation, if he returned this time, he might become a historical hero in his own country.

Just thinking about it made him extremely thrilled...

Wait and see, you yellow-skinned monkeys, how you’ve mistreated the excellent achromatic race. I’ll show you that your meaningless slanders are utterly useless. An excellent race, no matter how oppressed, will eventually rise!

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"This is quite interesting..."

On his way to the north, Chen Qing burst into laughter upon receiving Tian Heng’s letter.

White people governing themselves?

Thinking about it seemed rather intriguing...

The map of this world was very different from Blue Star, but owing to his inherent ideas, he had also assigned all white people to overseas regions.

In terms of nature, he hadn’t made any special stipulations; that these white races fell into such backwardness and laziness had nothing to do with his design, it was purely due to geographical factors.

Blessed with idyllic natural conditions and abundant resources, without significant external threats - such factors were enough to lead to decadence before a civilization had even been established.

The resource curse has been proven umpteen times throughout history on Blue Star: the better the resources and terrain, the more it hindered development.

The Barbarians of the islands had grown accustomed to idleness. Now, faced with the industriousness of the Northern People, they naturally couldn’t keep up. Inability to compete invariably comes with built-in resentment, which eventually leads to various conflicts of differences.

Chen Qing had actually wanted to group these people and manage them together long ago, and now that someone was willing to take over, so be it....

These Westerners really mythologized skin color to a blindly obsessive degree.

A person’s worth has always been connected to their environment and has nothing to do with the color of their skin.

Those islanders who survived, enduring through a disaster filled with the living dead, are mostly no easy marks.

They’re either pirates or cunning merchants.

Moreover, unlike Jiangnan, they were isolated for a year or two before anybody came to their rescue.

They endured an apocalyptic existence for a whole two years, and everyone knows how such times can destroy one’s humanity!

As far as Chen Qing knew, among those islanders, many resorted to cannibalism to survive. Such a group of people, if not for the Shinto stream mechanism, Chen Qing had no intention of keeping them around.

Now, well, those white folks truly started treating others with the same skin color as their own people... hmm... shouldn’t say it, but actually, from certain aspects, they indeed seemed like their own kind.

Especially those from the North America District, aren’t they the descendants of bandits?

As for the powers of the netherworld, after listening to Tian Heng, Chen Qing’s stance also softened. Because if the scope was limited to an island, and it was also occupied by that group of islanders, then what’s the harm?

Anyway, it was the same group of people going through reincarnations, wasn’t it?

As for rebelling and declaring independence...

Ha... Leaving aside the disparity in resources, Chen Qing would probably wake up laughing from his dreams if they dared to try. He had been struggling with how to deal with those people without any baseless grudges....

After thinking it over, Chen Qing wrote a letter of authorization to Tian Heng himself, not even bothering to inquire about the island he arranged.

There were more uninhabited islands in the West Sea than could ever be used.

He believed Tian Heng had the judgment to pick a place where they could never turn the tables. ...

After writing the letter, Chen Qing entrusted it to an Azure Bird, then stepped onto the perennially unfrozen ice road heading north!

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"My lord, why not use the items from within the space techniques?" Shen Qi, shivering along the way, was chilled to the bone by the cold emanating from a True Dragon Breed’s Bloodline Power. Despite employing protective techniques, Shen Qi was still unbearably cold throughout the journey.

"Dare not use them...." Chen Qing sighed, "Even though that place is now within our sphere of influence, inside it’s far from being under our absolute control. The hidden characters are more troublesome than you can imagine."

He had no desire to end up in a coffin upon arrival....

"It is indeed quite peculiar...." Shen Qi nodded in agreement, "But, are the people there really that formidable?"

"I haven’t seen them myself, but they’re definitely not easy to deal with.

" Chen Qing couldn’t be certain. Judging by their power, the so-called guild members nowadays shouldn’t have much strength at their disposal.

In terms of resources, he currently held an absolute advantage, and in terms of raw power, he and Ao Zhen, at their level, should represent the current ceiling of combat prowess.

Yet he still felt uneasy. Those people had cleared three versions of the monsters he had designed. Looking back to re-conquer the first level, it was impossible for them not to have some sort of cheat.

He knew all too well how great the gap was between the next version and the current one; any prohibitive power could obliterate this world, and he didn’t think his slight advantage was enough to control the whole situation.

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Shen Qi smiled; he was a man who loved adventure. Following Chen Qing seemed to lead him from one adventure to another, and he didn’t know how many more times his luck would hold.

Nevertheless, having even a single such experience was better than dying an old man in the warmth of his own bed, he figured.

"We’ve arrived at Beihai City."

After walking the long ice road for two whole days, they finally reached Beihai City, which was nearly immersed in layers upon layers of bloody water.

At the port, Xuu Hu and a host of warriors had long been awaiting their arrival.

"Greetings, my lord!"

Seeing a host of warriors scarred and battered, Chen Qing’s feelings were complicated.

Beihai City, they had secured this place just as a means to rendezvous with Zi Yue and the others, but the cost was immense.

In just half a year, almost fifty thousand members of the Warrior Army had died on this land!

And it was almost predictable that if a real conflict were to break out, the deaths here could increase tenfold... even a hundredfold.

And all of this... was purely because of his own decision.

In the past, he had always detested the model where a few could determine the fates of many.

But one day, he realized unconsciously that he... had become one of those few people!