Brother, just how powerful is our family?

Others, however, were much quieter.

They were ordinary criminals: murderers, rapists, and child traffickers.

They knew they weren't eligible to immigrate; they knew it from the beginning.

They didn't make a fuss, they didn't cry, they just silently waited for fate to take its course.

Some people even breathed a sigh of relief; at least they didn't have to hide anymore.

But most of the people affected are their family members.

The family of spies, the family of criminals.

They didn't do anything wrong; they were just born into the wrong family.

A seventeen-year-old boy whose father was a human trafficker sentenced to life imprisonment.

The boy himself was innocent, grew up with his grandmother, had never stolen anything, never fought, and had always had excellent grades.

But he was not selected.

Because he is the son of a human trafficker.

"This isn't fair!" the boy's grandmother cried. "He did nothing wrong! He's a good boy! You can't treat him like this!"

The staff member remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Sir, we understand how you feel. But rules are rules. Immigration eligibility applies to the entire family. Your son committed a crime, and his crime affects the whole family. This isn't punishment; this is... reality."

Grandma cried even harder. The boy stood beside her, saying nothing, just holding her hand tightly. He didn't cry, but his lip was bleeding from being bitten.

Stories like this happen every day at the resettlement site.

Some were angry, some were desperate, some were numb, and some pleaded for mercy.

But the rules won't change because of anyone's tears.

This is not cruelty, this is fairness.

This is justice for those killed by spies, for those children abducted by human traffickers, and for those families who will never return home.

October of the 4735th year of the Yellow Emperor's reign.

The plan for dealing with those who were not selected has finally been announced.

They will be exiled.

They weren't exiled to Earth, nor were they sent to some deserted island to fend for themselves; instead, they were sent to another planet.

In a star system thirty light-years from our solar system, there is a planet with life, an atmosphere similar to Earth's, water, soil, and a basic ecosystem.

Resources are not abundant, but enough to sustain billions of people.

It's not just the ten million who didn't make the cut.

All “non-Yanhuang citizens” on Earth, those who survived the zombie apocalypse but were not accepted by the Yanhuang civilization, will be sent away.

Survivors in Europe, survivors in the Americas, survivors in Africa, and survivors in other parts of Asia, totaling more than three billion people.

They do not belong to the Yanhuang civilization, they are not descendants of Yanhuang, and their only commonality with the Yanhuang civilization is that they all live on Earth.

But Earth is the mother planet of the Yanhuang civilization.

Only citizens of the Yanhuang clan can exist on our home planet.

When this decision was announced, the whole world fell silent.

More than three billion people were sent to another planet thirty light-years away.

This sounds like science fiction, but it's true. The fleet of the Yanhuang civilization is ready; hundreds of giant transport ships are anchored in Earth's orbit, each capable of carrying millions of people.

In three months, all three billion people were moved away.

The destination is a place called "Exiles Galaxy".

The transportation operation officially began in October.

The first to board the spaceship were the Chinese who had been rejected, the ten million spies and criminals, and their families.

They were taken from the resettlement site, underwent strict security checks, and then were put onto the transport spacecraft.

No one resisted, and resistance would have been futile.

Space Marines pointed their guns at anyone who tried to cause trouble, while the laws of the Yanhuang civilization showed no mercy to the "inhuman."

A young woman stood at the porthole of the spaceship, watching the Earth gradually recede into the distance.

She is the descendant of spies, born and raised in China, and has never been to the country she "should" belong to.

Her grandfather was a secret agent for the "washbasin chicken" (a derogatory term for a criminal organization), as was her father, and so was she.

But she has never done anything to harm the Dragon Kingdom, or rather, she hasn't had the chance to do so yet.

But now, she is no longer qualified.

"Where will we be sent?" she asked the person next to her.

"I don't know. A very distant planet. Thirty light-years away."

"Are there houses there? Is there food?"

"Yes. The Yanhuang civilization gave us some supplies, enough for a few years. After that... we'll have to rely on ourselves."

The young woman fell silent. She watched the blue planet outside the window grow smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, until it became a point of light and disappeared into the darkness.

she cried.

It wasn't for herself, but for her grandfather whom she had never met. If he hadn't chosen that path, she would be on Earth now, on the Yanhuang Continent, living in a 500-square-meter house for 30,000 years.

But now, she is just an exile.

The second group to board the spacecraft were European survivors.

Their numbers are dwindling. After the zombie apocalypse, the European continent has become virtually a no-man's land.

The remaining people were either lucky enough not to be infected, or they were hiding in some corner, barely clinging to life.

Their faces were etched with exhaustion and despair, their eyes vacant, as if they were half-dead.

When they were put onto the spaceship, they did not resist, did not cry, and did not even show any expression.

They've been through too much—zombies, death, hunger, fear—and now they're just moving to a different place to continue living.

An elderly Frenchman sits in his seat on the spaceship, clutching a yellowed photograph in his hand.

The photo shows him in his youth, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, smiling brightly.

The Eiffel Tower still stands, but Paris is now empty.

His family, his friends, his neighbors—all of them turned into zombies and were then wiped out by the warriors of the Yanhuang civilization.

He was the only survivor.

"Where are you going?" the person next to him asked.

"I don't know," the old man shook his head, "but anywhere is better than here."

When he said this, there were tears in his eyes, but they never fell.

The third group to board the spacecraft were survivors from the Americas.

North Mitt District suffered a huge blow in the zombie apocalypse.

Those wealthy and powerful individuals who had been injected with the weakened version of the enhancement solution survived, but their families, servants, and bodyguards—many of them—turned into zombies.

Now, these survivors have also been put on the spaceship.

A well-dressed middle-aged man sat in a seat on the spaceship, dressed in a suit and tie, his hair neatly combed.

He didn't look like an exiled man, but rather like a gentleman going to a banquet.

But his eyes betrayed him; there was no pride, no confidence, only a deep, unspeakable fear.

He wasn't afraid of death. He was afraid of the unknown.

What is that planet thirty light-years away like? What is the climate like there? Are there wild animals? Can they survive there? He didn't know. Nobody knew.

But no one gave him the right to choose.

Three months.

For three whole months, spaceships took off one after another, and disappeared into the starry sky one after another.

More than three billion people were transported away in batches.

Transport spacecraft in Earth's orbit come and go like a tireless conveyor belt, sending away people who do not belong to the Yanhuang civilization one by one.

Finally, the last batch of spaceships set off.

The staff of the Yanhuang Civilization stood on the ground, watching the last streak of light disappear in the sky.

They remained silent for a long time, then turned and left.

The Earth is clean.

December of the 4735th year of the Yellow Emperor's reign.

Earth.

This planet, which has existed for 4.6 billion years, has finally ushered in its new era.

Now, there is only one civilization on Earth: the Yanhuang civilization. There is only one kind of people: Yanhuang citizens. There is only one flag: the blue flag with a golden dragon.

From the ice fields of the Arctic to the snowfields of Antarctica, from the plains of Asia to the mountains of Europe, from the deserts of Africa to the rainforests of the Americas, every inch of land belongs to the Yanhuang civilization.

Earth is the mother planet of the Yanhuang civilization. The descendants of Yanhuang set out from here, venturing into space and into the territory of Serantia. But their roots remain here forever.

Now, the roots are finally clean.