Lear pondered, his gaze turning to the wilderness.
He felt a restless stirring within his heart.
The Original Plane, a name that sparked curiosity and intrigue.
If he could convert millions of Ancient Humans, or even just a third or a fifth of them, into believers... a Divine Spirit with Powerful Divine Power could easily be cultivated.
Even capturing a tenth of the believers would be an incredible feat, as the Power of Faith provided by Ancient Humans is ten times greater than that of ordinary human believers!
More importantly, the quality of this population was extremely high. Even if he didn't want believers and just extracted some of the population, it would still be a wonderful endeavor.
This fatty piece of meat was not just enticing to him; anyone would desire a taste of it.
With his thoughts turning swiftly, he immediately returned to the City Hall, gathered his people, and began discussions on the matter.
