Zhao Fu naturally paid no heed to such words. The most important thing now was gathering the spoils of war. The Central Continent had now been unified, and Huaxia as well. Though Huaxia's various factions had fled to other continents, they were merely remnant forces. Great Qin would wipe them out sooner or later.
Great Qin was Huaxia's sole remaining nation, and thus naturally became Huaxia's orthodox successor. Nearly all of Huaxia's fate had gathered in Great Qin, and Zhao Fu had become Huaxia's true Son of Heaven.
And that was not all. The other nations of the continent had also been swept aside by Great Qin. It could be said that its sword had swept across the six realms and unified the eight directions, forging an imperial legacy for the ages. Yet Zhao Fu's goal did not end there. His next objective was to unify the world.
However, the priority now was still to digest these territories and forces. The forces they had swallowed before had yet to be fully digested, and now they had devoured so much more. They had expanded far too much; if they kept swallowing, they might burst.
There would be no more war in Huaxia, nor would there be any more war on the Central Continent. The world was at peace, bringing an end to the Central Continent's long era of warfare. Zhao Fu felt quite gratified at the thought.
Zhao Fu returned to Great Qin. On the Southern Continent, they had successfully repelled the various sides' attempt to reclaim the continent, and now those forces could only return. At this point, the locals no longer drove them away either, because they needed the Southern Continent's strength to stand against Great Qin together.
Most of Huaxia's various factions had migrated to different continents, but