The population soared, yet the incense and wish power gained shrank to just sixty percent of what it was.
The commoners are pragmatic—if there's no disaster or hardship, they're unwilling to burn incense and pray to the gods!
Zhou Yi observed secretly for ten years, quite satisfied with the deeds of the Bu Tian disciples. Whatever their innate temperament, all strictly abided by the Xuanmen Orthodoxy's rules, even though incense wish power had diminished by half.
"In the long run, if the population doubles again, the incense wish power earned would be twenty percent more than before."
"Other Mountain Gods and River Lords understand this too. It's possible for the population to multiply a few times over, but the harvest of incense has its limits. Yet it requires decades, if not centuries—they can't afford to wait!"
"Even if their lifespan is long, their seat of divinity can't be kept for that long."
