"Smack."
Song Changsheng tossed the jade slip onto the desk, then unconsciously reached up and pinched the spot between his eyebrows.
More than four hundred thousand people truly was not much compared to the total population of the Nine Regions of the Southwest, but the statistics all came from the orthodox sects of the various worlds. If rogue cultivators were included, the number was far higher than that.
The Nine Regions of the Southwest were vast and sparsely populated. If rogue cultivators, demon hunting groups, and other organizations that could not be specifically tallied were not counted, the cultivators registered under the orthodox forces numbered less than ten million.
These losses mainly came from the main battlefields such as the Lu Kingdom Cultivation World, the Yuhua Cultivation World, and the Yulong Cultivation World. Almost all of them were elites from the major powers, and it would take at least a hundred years to recover.
However, war was like great waves washing away the sand—once the gravel was swept off, what remained was true gold. In the future, during this period, the Nine Regions of the Southwest should usher in a relatively concentrated surge of breakthroughs, and their overall strength would rise somewhat.
Overall, it was a good thing, but...
When he saw that string of numbers, Song Changsheng still felt his heart struggling to bear it. What the southwest lacked most right now was population.
Fortunately, the spoils captured in this battle were abundant enough. There were nearly a hundred Demon King Inner Cores alone, so many that the alchemists of the various worlds were already too busy to handle them all, which brought Song Changsheng a bit of comfort.
"So many demon beast materials—even the Qu Clan may not be able to take them all, right?" Song Changsheng frowned