It could be said that they already possessed more than enough strength.
The only thing stopping them from advancing onto the mainland was, in fact, internal disagreement.
Some people still held kindness in their hearts.
"Great Ming is still in a relatively stable middle period. We can't just turn on Old Ancestor so ruthlessly, can we?"
"Isn't that just womanly compassion? If we act decisively now, they'll suffer less in the future."
"Even if we defeat them, how do we deal with their deeply rooted habits?"
"You're overthinking it. Defeat them, then spend twenty years educating the children. Once they grow up, they'll naturally replace us and clash with their parents' generation."
"That's right. Only the advanced can assimilate the backward. The backward can't assimilate the advanced."
"Not necessarily."
Amid the fierce arguments, the Northern Expedition Army still began to form rapidly.
They simply needed to find a proper pretext.
After all, these Transmigrators were the typical sort who wanted to have it both ways.
However, Wang Shan, the Transmigrator with the Emperor System, had no such scruples.
He wanted to be emperor. He wanted to stand above others. He had no interest in changing the hierarchy between superiors and inferiors.
In his view, if he traveled back into history and still could not become emperor, then what the hell was the point of transmigrating?
As for making up for regrets, his greatest regret was being unable to live forever in the real world.
He could not even make up for his own regret, so why should he care about anyone else's? And now he had a system, whose ultimate mission for him was to become emperor.
Originally, this mission had not been difficult.
With the rewards provided by the system, mainly a number of deathsworn warriors, he could