"Your Majesty, the Western Wasteland has been conquered. Should the corpses and souls be distributed according to Yellow Springs' internal allocation method, or...?"
A Star Saint Nether Dragon asked.
"How did you distribute them before?" Jiang Changkong asked.
"Whoever killed them kept them before, but this time, everything was taken by Your Majesty," the Star Saint Nether Dragon replied respectfully.
"Those who seized them may keep one corpse each. Hand the rest over to the national treasury, to be used as rewards for military merit in the future."
Jiang Changkong pondered. "As for those who failed to seize any, they'll have to work harder next."
"Your Majesty, do you intend to continue the war?" The Nether Dragon was somewhat worried.
"No. We can't fight for now. Those near-gods are coming."
Jiang Changkong said indifferently, "But the Western Wasteland has not yet been completely eradicated. Hear my command, my ministers: I want the entire Western Wasteland turned into nether soil, forging a paradise for Yellow Springs.
"Above the Western Wasteland, no living beings are permitted to exist except the Earth Line—especially Star Demons."
By the end, Jiang Changkong's expression had turned icy to the extreme.
"Thank Your Majesty for your boundless grace." The Yellow Springs Star Saints bowed excitedly.
This was clearly a reward. Turning the Western Wasteland into nether soil would make it their Yellow Springs paradise.
"The corpses and souls acquired from now on shall be distributed according to your Yellow Springs branch's allocation method.
"How much you obtain depends entirely on your own strength. In addition, each shall rely on their own abilities. No conflicts are allowed."
Jiang Changkong gave the order coldly.
"We obey."
The Star Saints grew even more excited. This time, Yellow Springs' strength was about to swell enormously.
"Quickly take stock of the Western