Chen Jian didn't know whether his words could have a positive effect on "population migration." After all, for the wasteland, migration itself was fraught with difficulties.
Not to mention the threats of monsters, bandits, and Blood Skull, just the various accidents during the journey could unknowingly take their lives.
After all, this was not the era he lived in.
The people here could not rely on high-speed trains or cars for travel; they could only depend on a few of the Mechanical God Sect's transportation tools and their own two legs.
Fatigue, cold, food shortages—any one of these seemingly trivial difficulties to people like Chen Jian was an insurmountable chasm to them.
Compared to venturing south, they were probably more inclined to eke out a living in the homeland already belonging to them.
Even if it meant facing the constant risk of being devoured by monsters.
This was also a survival choice.
