War Begins, San Andres Empire

Blue Star, Yanhuang Empire.

A month had passed since the last grand celebration.

Today was the moment war would begin.

Ye Chen, clad in a black Star Robe, stood with his hands behind his back on a high platform, gazing down at the endless, unbroken sea of soldiers below. In the distance, hundreds of Kunpeng fighter jets sat ready, alongside pilots in full gear waiting by their aircraft.

At that moment, the commander of the forces below was giving a speech to boost morale. Ye Chen didn't need to say much—as the Emperor, the sole deity of the Yanhuang Empire, his mere presence was the greatest encouragement to the troops. Couldn't you see the soldiers below, listening to their commander's words while casting fervent, worshipful glances at Ye Chen's figure?

Finally, amid the crowd's blazing gazes, Ye Chen spoke a few concluding words.

"An army trained for a thousand days is used in a single moment. Now that war is upon us, the glory and strength of the Empire—"

"Clatter!!"

As Ye Chen's voice fell, the endless ranks of soldiers knelt in unison on one knee.

"For the glory of the Empire, for the Emperor, we march to death!"

"All of you, draw your swords!"

"Clang!!"

"War! War!! War!!!"

With the swords leaving their scabbards, battle intent pierced the clouds, and killing intent filled the air.

"Excellent. This is the fighting spirit I want."

Watching the crowd below, their war fervor soaring to the heavens, Ye Chen felt deeply satisfied.

Then, the fighter jets roared to life, flying toward the Empire's borders, ready for the coming advance.

For this campaign, Ye Chen's first choice was the nearest continental plate around him, which held several countries. He would destroy them first.

Though he longed to cross the ocean and attack Huaxia, which was now in the late Ming Dynasty, he knew the people there were different from others—especially in their thinking.

The people there were extremely xenophobic and valued bloodline orthodoxy.

They could fight among themselves, because tracing back thousands of years, they all shared the same ancestor, the same family. No matter how fiercely they fought, it was still an internal struggle.

But outsiders couldn't attack them. If outsiders dared to strike, they would instantly abandon their infighting and unite like an enraged wolf pack, determined to tear a piece of flesh from you even if it cost them their lives.

Moreover, the people of that land revered fighting to the death without retreat, dying together, and wrapping their corpses in horsehide.

Unlike those foreign barbarians, who would raise their hands in surrender without hesitation the moment they saw they couldn't win.

So, if Ye Chen wanted Huaxia to merge into the Yanhuang Empire, he had to find a legitimate identity—meaning he had to find himself an ancestor.

Only then would they see him as one of their own, rather than an invading outsider.

And as it happened, he was originally Huaxia himself, so he had no objection to finding an ancestor. Though his ancestor was from the Huaxia of his previous life, who would know that unless he told them?

Plus, the people of the Yanhuang Empire he had built were all yellow-skinned, black-eyed, black-haired Indigenous people. These Indigenous people themselves were descendants of clans who had drifted overseas during the Shang Dynasty.

So, whether in appearance or bloodline, the Yanhuang Empire and Huaxia were one family.

Merging the two would be a national reunification, a matter of natural justice.

As for the Indigenous people being descendants of Huaxia who had drifted overseas, Ye Chen had discovered this when he subdued their tribes. Their customs, tools, language, and much of the information passed down were all evolutions of Huaxia's culture.

For example, many of the pottery pieces used by the Indigenous people were engraved with Taotie patterns and Cloud fragrance patterns—patterns identical to those on the bronze vessels of the Shang and Zhou dynasties in Huaxia.

And the script they used was also the Oracle bone script and Bronze inscription script, the main writing systems of the Shang and Zhou eras.

All these traces confirmed that these people's ancestors came from Huaxia.

Otherwise, how could there be such coincidences in the world—yellow skin, black pupils, black hair, and such similar scripts and designs?

Three months later.

South America, the western region, home to the only two empires: the Inca Empire, built by the local Inca people, and the San Andres Empire, established by the Spanish.

Originally, according to history, the Spanish overseas colonists would have founded an empire in North America. But unfortunately, Ye Chen had arrived in North America first and already regarded it as Yanhuang Empire territory.

So when the original group of Spanish arrived, they discovered the existence of the Yanhuang Empire.

At the time, those people still dared to look down on the Yanhuang Empire and tried to fool Ye Chen.

Seeing those people acting arrogant and treating him like an uncivilized native, Ye Chen almost laughed in anger.

So, too lazy to play games with those arrogant fools, he simply had them killed.

As for the rest, upon hearing this news, they were terrified and fled far from the Yanhuang Empire.

Because of this, Ye Chen labeled those Spanish, who were utterly incompatible with the Yanhuang Empire's people, as foreign barbarians and forbade them from setting foot on Imperial soil.

This was also why, when Angel Zhi arrived at the capital, she was reported as a foreigner and hunted down by the city guard.

The remaining Spanish who escaped then mixed with the Indigenous people who had not yet been subdued.

At the same time, they also sent word to gather Spanish overseas colonists from other places, hoping to unite and take revenge on Ye Chen, this tyrant and native.

The final result went without saying—Ye Chen had never taken them seriously in the first place. Over the years, those Spanish had been beaten like dogs by the soldiers stationed at the empire's borders.

And once caught, they were executed on the spot, with no other outcome.

As the Yanhuang Empire expanded outward at breakneck speed, those people retreated again and again, fled again and again, until finally they ran to the western part of South America, near the Inca Empire.

While stirring up trouble, they also established a nation near the Inca Empire called San Andres, and from time to time they clashed with the Incas.

And because of Ye Chen, these people harbored a deep hatred for the Inca, who shared the same yellow skin. Whenever they captured an Inca, they would put them to death by torture.

Thus, over time, the Inca Empire and San Andres became irreconcilable enemies. But San Andres, relying on their firearms, beat the Inca Empire like dogs.

All the frustration and hatred they had swallowed in the Yanhuang Empire, they vented onto the Inca Empire.

It must be said that the butterfly effect triggered by Ye Chen's arrival reshaped the entire landscape of North and South America.

It forced the Spanish, who had originally founded a nation in North America, to flee to South America, and it compelled the Inca Empire—which should have perished in the 16th century—to end its internal strife and unite against the pressure from San Andres, thus allowing the empire to survive to this day.