Just as the power of Li Qing's Present Body's Dao surged, changes began to appear in the regions where he had spread it.
Central Province, White Cloud City—Zhang Wuliang, a City God of the Heavenly Court.
He frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the sky above White Cloud City.
With a population of one million, White Cloud City produced a steady amount of spiritual power each day. It fluctuated, but generally not by much.
One portion went to the Heavenly Court and the Underworld, while the major sects divided the rest among themselves.
Their shares depended on the Daos followed by the city's many intelligent beings.
The more people a sect brought to its Dao, the more spiritual power it received.
The City God of White Cloud City frowned deeply. The spiritual power he had collected today was down by a full one percent.
The gods of the Heavenly Court held close to thirty percent of the city's spiritual power, representing roughly three hundred thousand people.
One percent meant the share of three thousand people. Losing so much at once made him suspicious.
What happened? Did the other major sects in the city make a push and draw away three thousand of the Heavenly Court's followers?
He frowned at the thought. After handing over the required share to the Heavenly Court and the Underworld, every scrap of those resources belonged to him.
Their share could not fall. If it did, he would have to make up the difference himself.
He immediately launched an investigation, ordering the yin gods under his command to look into the major sects' recent activities.
There was another reason for his alarm: word had come from above that they must remain vigilant for any cults in their jurisdictions.
The drop in spiritual power made him worry