The image Tang San had cultivated on the Douluo Continent over ten thousand years naturally would not be overturned so easily. Even in the twenty-first century, with its advanced internet and readily accessible knowledge, there were still so many fanatics.
That went doubly for the Douluo Continent, which was still in the age of feudal empires. Faith passed down through generations for ten thousand years had practically become an ingrained part of their understanding of the world.
In many people's eyes, Tang San was the radiant, majestic Sea God, the embodiment of light who had protected the Douluo Continent for ten thousand years.
Expecting everyone on the entire Douluo Continent to become a professional anti-Tang San crusader overnight was unrealistic.
Ye Qing had never intended to whip up an anti-Tang San frenzy overnight, either. He was nineteen this year, and without a Godhood Inheritance, barring any surprises, he would not be able to become a god within ten years. The moment when he would face Tang San directly would not come so soon, either.
Even taking ten years as the minimum, that was enough time for him to slowly build his influence on the Douluo Continent.
What people had most to fear was gradual, imperceptible influence. When the Holy Spirit calamity first erupted, perhaps only some people would believe Tang San was nurturing bandits to bolster his own importance, but as time passed, as the Holy Spirit Cult ran increasingly rampant across the Douluo Continent...
More and more people would believe that Tang San was supporting the Holy Spirit Cult behind the scenes in his capacity as the Asura God.
Ye Qing did not know what would happen if the people of the Douluo Continent went from worshipping the Sea God to hating him, but becoming a god through faith