The special effects of the Divine Tree's Scale Leaves made Ron's eyelids twitch.
For now, it seemed this shift in faith was not something that happened overnight.
From the last time Ron had brought the Divine Tree's Scale Leaves over to the discovery of this issue now, roughly ten days to half a month had passed.
During that time, the three test subjects had used these Scale Leaves every day.
For an ordinary person, using one after being injured might not have much effect on their faith.
Unless they were injured every day for over ten consecutive days, using Scale Leaves to heal themselves daily just like the test subjects.
Otherwise, they would not immediately reach the point of praising the goddess all day long.
Even if ordinary people truly possessed Divine Tree Scale Leaves, they would certainly only have a chance to use one once in a while.
Judging by that frequency, it would take at least several months, perhaps even over half a year, to completely change someone's faith.
But that was still terrifying.
If the Divine Tree could be transplanted into the Cultivation Space to mass-produce leaves, rather than having such limited output of Scale Leaves, it would truly be a devastating weapon for seizing faith.
And even without mass production, the leaves that naturally fell from the Divine Tree each day could already be used to accomplish many things.
Competing for faith had always been something the Empire's three major churches did.
The Church of the Goddess of Harvest had the most believers, but its influence over the upper nobility had always been limited.
If Ron truly wanted to, he could completely use the Divine Tree's Scale Leaves to infiltrate the faith of the upper class.
Sitting in the carriage, Ron shook his head and put