On this day, Zhao Qingyu surveyed his Mountain God Kingdom.
The entire planet was a place where people worshipped him.
A temple every ten li, a shrine every hundred li.
Incense offerings flourished, and crowds bustled everywhere.
At every gathering of believers, people burned expensive incense. The first incense offering of each day, month, and year had been bid up to astronomical prices.
The starting prices were five taels, five hundred taels, and over five thousand taels respectively.
For ordinary people, those prices were utterly beyond reach.
And that was merely the starting price. They usually went far higher, depending on whether wealthy families competed against one another.
Zhao Qingyu was very satisfied with this.
With a casual gesture, he bestowed a bit of divine grace.
He rewarded someone who had spent a fortune on incense with fifty years of life.
Divine power truly was useful.
It could extend lifespans and quell rebellions.
With military force and healing, supplemented by superior seeds and medicine, his dynasty could truly last for eternity.
Zhao Qingyu had pondered it for a hundred years and still could not think of anyone capable of challenging him.
It was not as though there were no clearheaded people. In the east, west, south, and north, some rose up to proclaim that he was merely a solitary thief.
The greatest thief in the world.
Yet without him needing to act, those people were spontaneously killed by the temple system, and they were burdened with endless curses besides.
Under such circumstances, the cleverest people chose silence and chose enjoyment.
If they could not resist, then they would submit and reap the benefits.
Zhao Qingyu was, after all, a modern man. He understood very well how important it was to win over an entire class.
Even if he were truly