Lady Huansha—the current registered household duty god of Divine Capital—returned to her residence with a faint smile still on her face.
"Incense offerings really are easy to swindle." She secretly rejoiced. "The ignorant masses are ignorant masses after all. A smile or a frown is all it takes to drive them mad and make them offer up incense and faith power of their own accord... Haha, the Modern Dharma Cultivators' divine dao system really is bloated and diseased."
In traditional divine dao systems, in order to reduce the chaos of believers as a "collective" and facilitate the construction of divine dao laws, deities generally had to maintain their prestige and cultivate an unfathomable image among mortals and subordinates. They would never be so approachable. Yet this also forced divine dao cultivators to understand management and decision-making, ensuring there would never be idol-type gods like Lady Huansha.
But within the Modern Dharma divine dao, the first step—"constructing a divine dao system"—the most difficult task for other divine dao cultivators, had already been perfectly solved by Devil's Great Curse. Lady Huansha merely needed to complete her assigned duties, and no one would trouble her. She could devote all her remaining energy to "shaping her own image."
Gods who did no real work were also an inevitable product of the early development of humanity's New Divine Dao.
In high spirits, she entered her little courtyard. Aside from the rather common building materials, even the bedroom she lived in now was larger than her house on Linghuang Island. But as she crossed the yard, a strange emotion wound itself around her chest.
Is this really all right...
Can even endless incense offerings truly count as "my power"...
Those two thoughts brought an inescapable gloom. Yesterday, the sudden loss of control over the divine body