Late at night.
Spirit Flame Lotus Island.
Overlooking the Inner Sea.
Countless plankton, such as luminous algae, drifted with the waves, emitting cold light in every color.
At a glance.
It was as if the ocean had turned into a riot of colors, an extraordinarily strange sight.
Cheng Han stood before an enormous floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the nightscape of the Abyssal Mist Realm for a while. He muttered, "This is actually a very beautiful world."
Of course.
For ordinary people, it was also an extremely dangerous world.
Cheng Han's thoughts began to wander. "Every time a Driftwood Boat puts to sea, it is frequently attacked by all kinds of marine creatures.
"Personnel at every pier are likewise often attacked by sea fish. Even with Spirit Oak Demons guarding the piers, casualties still occur again and again.
"Over the past month, the attack incidents reported by various organizations have already exceeded two thousand. There are at least five times as many unreported cases."
Cheng Han's gaze upon the sea grew deep. "If the Myriad Radiance People want to gain a foothold in this world, they must make the Abyssal Mist Realm less dangerous."
The logic was not difficult to understand.
To truly occupy this ocean, they had to rely on countless ordinary people. Otherwise, the Myriad Heavens Race could not be said to have truly taken root.
Even if the Myriad Heavens Race defeated the Three Great Sea Races and wiped out all the Sea Gods, could it count as occupation if ordinary people could only remain trapped on isolated islands? No!
Therefore.
The only solution was to thoroughly transform this world, making it less dangerous to ordinary people.
Cheng Han turned around, his gaze drifting toward the center of the great hall and settling on an exceptionally long horn.
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