Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Clay, the Creator of All Things

Consider how long it took the sea god and the angel gods to gather the power of faith in the original story.

Lu Yan remembered it as being about a thousand years ago.

This comparison highlights the power of the evil path.

Lu Yan has a rough estimate based on the data comparison.

The difference between sustainable development and exploitative practices is roughly a hundredfold.

In other words, it would take a hundred years for the amount of faith a person contributes to equal the amount of faith they would gain by killing them directly through special means.

In such a backward world, how many people can live to be a hundred years old?

In the short term, exhausting resources is the most cost-effective option.

This suddenly reminded Lu Yan of the Asura God's killing capital.

He started to realize something. Damn it, the Asura God and the Rakshasa God were stealing my faith!

Considering the operating rules of the Killing City, Lu Yan made a rough estimate.

The number of people who need to be added each year is in the thousands or tens of thousands.

Moreover, there are quite a few Soul Masters among them.

Based on the data Lu Yan has obtained so far, the faith of a Soul Venerable is equivalent to that of several thousand ordinary people.

The faith of a Title Douluo, according to Dugu Bo, is roughly equivalent to four or five hundred thousand.

Let's take a rough figure, say 10,000 faith power per person for 5,000 people, which is the amount of faith power sent to the Killing City each year.

Lu Yan estimated it and it came to about... fifty million!

Damn, how many years has this killing capital existed?

Hundreds of years, thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years?

How much faith power must the Asura God and Rakshasa God have drained from the Douluo Continent?

Lu Yan has already forgotten how to calculate!

My heart aches so much I can't breathe!

I think that the Asura God and the Rakshasa God have already chosen the path to their deaths!

After acquiring some of the abilities of gods, Lu Yan had already regarded Douluo Continent as his base.

He would never do something like draining the pond to catch all the fish.

Sustainable development is definitely necessary.

Consider the size of Douluo Continent; how many people does it have now?

If we can increase productivity, we can support a population that is ten or even dozens of times larger!

If all the power of faith of all people falls into his pocket, day after day, year after year.

One generation passes away, and another generation follows.

Lu Yan didn't even dare to imagine how high he could grow.

Your perspective is determined by your position, even without the intervention of the Rakshasa God.

In the future, Lu Yan will likely have to fight against the Rakshasa God, the Asura God, and even the entire God Realm.

This realm of gods lies on Douluo Star, sucking its blood.

What's the difference between him lying on Lu Yan's body and sucking his blood?

However, there is resentment towards gods such as Rakshasa.

Lu Yan only dared to think about it in his heart now.

By roughly calculating the amount of faith these deities receive, one can vaguely estimate their power.

Moreover, judging from Lu Yan's previous clash with the Rakshasa God over that single thought...

I roughly estimated the strength of the Rakshasa God.

In terms of the fundamental spiritual essence value, it is probably equivalent to... several million times his current value... right?

Millions of times! Holy crap, just thinking about it is terrifying!

This Rakshasa God is only a first-level god; above him are the five great god-kings.

After thinking about it, Lu Yan felt that he might as well just give up.

He made a rough estimate, assuming the plan proceeded smoothly.

Even with the faith support of hundreds of millions of ordinary people, it would still take him decades to reach godhood.

Even if he gains the faith of a large number of Soul Masters, he can only become a god a little earlier than Tang Shenwang in the original story.

No, we need to find another way!

However, when Lu Yan thought of Tang Shenwang, he also thought of the Slaughter City that Tang Shenwang had destroyed.

Good heavens, isn't Tang Shenwang destroying his own Great Wall?

Lu Yan then recalled the incredible feats of Tang Shenwang that he had occasionally seen in the comments section of fellow readers.

Is this guy's amazing behavior a result of his inability to manage a fanbase?

Lu Yan's thoughts were wandering, while the staff member next to him didn't dare to say a word.

They just stood there, silent as if frozen in fear.

Until someone arrived at the scene.

This person is none other than Xue Qinghe, the eldest prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

"Brother Lu, is something on your mind?" He walked to Lu Yan's side and asked softly.

"Oh? What makes you say that, Brother Qinghe?" Lu Yan had already noticed Xue Qinghe's arrival and responded casually.

"I heard that Brother Lu killed tens of thousands of people in this day and night?" Xue Qinghe suddenly asked, "Is Brother Lu troubled by this?"

"Haha." Lu Yan chuckled lightly, "Brother Qinghe, you underestimate me. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Oh? Then Brother Lu, could you tell Qinghe why you personally carried out the execution, and why you used such a cruel method?"

“There are already quite a few bad reputations about Brother Lu circulating outside.”

"For example?" Lu Yan asked with a smile.

"For example, a bloodthirsty butcher, a murderous devil, a death executioner..."

“Wait, executioner of death, I think that’s a good title.” Lu Yan casually praised before speaking.

"I don't like procrastination. I need to be efficient. Sometimes fear is more effective than pity."

"Hasn't Brother Qinghe experienced this firsthand?"

"Pity for the ignorant will only lead to them taking advantage of you."

"But fear can make them obey orders."

Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe was taken aback, recalling his experiences in the slums.

He looked at Lu Yan with a complicated expression: "But isn't this unfair to Brother Lu?"

"Why should I care about what others think when I do things?" Lu Yan chuckled. "I'm happy as long as I'm happy."

“But… Brother Lu clearly meant well…” Xue Qinghe was still somewhat puzzled.

"Enough said, Brother Qinghe. Do you think we should kill the rest of these people?" Lu Yan posed a question that had left Xue Qinghe hesitant.

“According to the Empire’s past rules, it’s up to you, Brother Lu, whether to kill or not.” Xue Qinghe threw the question back at him.

"Then let's not kill them." Lu Yan shook his head and finally said this.

Thus, he prepared to leave with Xue Qinghe and spoke to the staff member beside him.

"Lock up the rest of them. Don't let them all die. They can be used for labor reform in the future."

After saying that, Lu Yan remembered something else: "By the way, are there any people in here who have taken Happy Candy?"

"Yes, yes," the staff member quickly replied.

"Pick them out," Lu Yan ordered.

As a result, thousands more people were singled out.

The next moment, a large number of rock spears fell from the sky, pinning these people to the ground.

After finishing, Lu Yan clapped his hands and explained to Xue Qinghe, who looked puzzled, "These people have taken drugs and are already ruined. There's no point in them living; they can't be changed."

"Why don't we just clean it up? It'll save us from wasting food."

Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe nodded and said no more.

She walked away with Lu Yan.

However, after walking a few steps, Xue Qinghe suddenly stopped and said to Lu Yan, "Brother Lu, I think there is another name circulating outside that suits you quite well."

"What?" Lu Yan turned around in astonishment.

“Death Judge,” Xue Qinghe uttered softly.

"Not bad either," Lu Yan replied casually.

The two then walked away together.

There are quite a few things to deal with next.

Chapter 132 Providing shelter for all the poor and needy, bringing them joy

"No, don't kill me! I... I haven't done anything wrong!"

Southwest area of ​​Tiandou City, slums.

Tens of thousands of poor people were driven out of their dilapidated shacks and gathered together by the city guards and sheriffs.

This scene was all too familiar to them.

Not long ago, they witnessed that lord, that executioner.