Magic Rock Tribe cultivator Kuo Yan did not remain in Purple Stone City for long. After making an inspection, he departed and continued patrolling the surrounding regions.
Jiang Ding silently observed from within his divine soul.
He discovered many merits in the Magic Rock Tribe.
Meticulous as a strand of hair, haggling over every penny—he could easily tell whether the slave clans in each area were working diligently, which slave clans could be further squeezed dry, which had already been squeezed to their limits, and which had output too low and needed to be eliminated, slaughtered clean, and replaced with another batch...
Kuo Yan, this Magic Rock Tribe cultivator, could handle all such matters efficiently.
A decent race.
After killing every Magic Rock Tribesman with blood debts on their hands, some should be kept to enrich the diversity of immortal dao races.
Jiang Ding instinctively considered matters from the perspective of the Lord of the Northern Plains.
Yet in truth, this was not something he could decide.
The Immortal Gate enforced harsh, closed immigration policies. These outstanding talents from the myriad races would likely be gathered in by the Eight Great Immortal Sects to strengthen their own power.
Fortunately, that strengthening would not be too great.
The talents of the myriad races were restricted below the Void Refinement realm. Only an exceedingly small number were permitted to advance to Void Refinement, and they were inevitably fated to become puppets or incarnations. In the short term, they should not affect the balance of power between the Immortal Gate and the Immortal Sects.
Kuo Yan patrolled outside for several years before returning to Ink Rock Ancient City through a Teleportation Array.
Very good.
The distance to the Imperial Son has shortened again...
Jiang Ding calculated for a moment.
This was the Shadow