"Heh heh heh... Tang San, I hope you like this gift I've prepared for you." Remembering the impassioned speech he had delivered at the Holy Spirit Cult earlier, Ye Qing couldn't hold back a laugh.
Didn't you want your divine name to be passed down forever on the Douluo Continent, brat?
I've done you a huge favor, spreading your name as the Asura God far and wide and making you the Holy Spirit Cult's supreme Holy Emperor!
But once the unofficial history comes out and you're exposed for nurturing bandits to bolster your own importance, scripting and staging everything yourself while treating the entire Douluo Continent as a pasture for faith, whatever backlash you suffer will be none of my business.
In any case, once the Asura God's name spread, the Sea God's influence was certain to plummet to freezing point. Even many of the ignorant masses who had been deceived would regain their wits.
Ye Qing even suspected that, if he handled this wave of unofficial history well enough, a tidal wave of renaissance would sweep across the Douluo Continent.
A renaissance of what?
Spirit Hall, of course!
Compared to Tang San, who nurtured bandits to bolster his own importance and harvest faith, Spirit Hall had actually gotten things done!
When people begin yearning for the peaceful, prosperous age under Spirit Hall's protection while trembling in the shadow of the Holy Spirit Cult, with its three Limit Douluos under one roof, it'll be time for our suffering-relieving, calamity-delivering Ye Tianzun to step in...
As for whether making the Asura God's name famous would indirectly help Tang San...
Ye Qing didn't care about that question at all. Only the Sea God Godhood had been attained through faith. The Asura God Godhood had been attained through slaughter, and he was also