And now, Lancelot had found a permanent solution to this problem from the World Tree sapling.
Build another layer over the world.
Yes, literally.
The first layer of land had been fully reclaimed.
They would use the power of industry to build another floor over the land.
The labor required would have been an astronomical figure for humanity.
But compared to the materials possessed by the world itself, it was merely like adding another layer of eggshell.
The Empire now had roughly 3 billion mu of land, supporting a population of 1.8 billion.
Using medieval methods of production, supporting so many people was already quite an achievement.
That was also thanks to the medical support from the Industrial Zone. Otherwise, infant mortality would have been extremely high.
Raising ten children and having only five survive was normal.
If they built a flat layer twenty meters high, then piled soil onto it, they would create another 3 billion mu of farmland.
Even for the modern Eastern Continent, the demand for construction materials involved in such a project would have been an impossible astronomical figure.
But when heaven and earth worked together, it was different.
The energy released by one massive upheaval of the earth's crust exceeded humanity's total energy consumption for decades by far.
Lancelot led the people of the Industrial Zone in prayer.
They prayed for three-dimensional land for their farmer compatriots.
Everyone was utterly sincere.
They prayed for seven days and seven nights.
Compared to the people of the Agricultural Zone, they lived in heaven.
Countless industrial goods, ample nutrition, modern entertainment.
Many had thought of bringing all of this to their compatriots in the Agricultural Zone. There were many who thought that way, but few who acted on it. Anyone who tried was struck dead by lightning.
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