"[Ritual Spirit]?" Wang Quan asked curiously.
He looked at Big Face and found that it was the size of a house, its surface densely covered with human heads.
These heads looked like real people, vividly lifelike; yet a brief probe of his senses told him they were all fake.
Qian Xiuyue said proudly, "I refined the [Ritual Spirit] after studying twenty thousand scrolls of Dao canons, combining the Fundamental Method of Worship with a technique from a story in the twenty-thousandth scroll."
"This thing has no thoughts of its own, nor any other abilities."
"They can only mechanically burn incense offerings, burn their essence, qi, and spirit, and recite scriptures imprinted in their bloodlines beforehand."
"From birth to death, they never stop."
"The resources consumed by one such [Ritual Spirit] plant amount to only what a single member of the Demon Race requires."
"But their efficiency at worshipping the Great Sun equals that of ten thousand Spirit Monsters."
"If you planted ten thousand [Ritual Spirits], that would be equivalent to a hundred million Spirit Monsters worshipping the Great Sun for you."
"What if you planted a hundred thousand, or a million?"
"When the time comes, they'll worship the Great Sun by day, and the stars and moon by night."
"On the first, third, and fifth days, they'll worship all directions; on the second, fourth, and sixth, they'll worship spring, summer, autumn, and winter."
"With these, given just a little time, your polar region won't lack reserves at all."
"And you'll become the greatest contributor among the pioneers of the polar regions."
Wang Quan's blood boiled as he listened. "That makes sense."
"So, how many of these things do you have?"
Qian Xiuyue coughed. "This thing has a thousand merits. Its only drawback is that reproducing is rather difficult."
Wang Quan