"By now, Soul Tools had more or less become widespread across Douluo Continent."
Xu Ningtian accompanied Shen Lian as they strolled through the streets, explaining with a smile:
"We brought over quite a few Soul Tool production lines from Sun-Moon Continent and trained a group of local Soul Tool technicians. Now ordinary people could use Soul Tools for cooking, lighting, and travel. Life was much more comfortable than before."
Shen Lian looked at a candied hawthorn vendor by the roadside, whose hawthorns were stored in a Soul Tool Insulation Box and would not melt even in hot weather. He could not help but feel emotional—when he had conquered Douluo Continent, he had wanted its people to live better lives. Now, it seemed that goal was being realized step by step.
"How much do the people recognize our Sun-Moon Empire?"
Shen Lian asked.
"Very highly!"
Xu Ningtian said with a smile:
"In the past, the forces of Douluo Continent cared only about fighting for power and profit. Who cared whether the common people lived or died? After we arrived, we not only exempted taxes for three years, but also built bridges and roads, promoted Soul Tools, and established academies. The people saw it all. In many places, the people had even voluntarily asked to join the Sun-Moon Empire. Even those who once supported Spirit Hall had changed their tune."
Shen Lian nodded in understanding.
The people's support was the true foundation.
However, he had not forgotten the purpose of this trip—Tang San.
Shen Lian then instinctively circulated his divine power. His divine sense spread like an invisible net, instantly covering the entirety of Douluo Continent.
After becoming a god, his divine sense far surpassed what it had once been. Every minute fluctuation of energy on the continent appeared clearly in his